Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:38:29 -0700 From: Nanaimo Hard Subject: Our New Son Part 1 (Although based on true events, the following characters are fictional. If you do not want to read about sex acts between minors, piss off. If you like what you read, e-mail me at nanaimo_hard@hotmail.com Want more? Write, dammit!) Author's Note: The following is a sequel of sorts to a story I wrote here about 10 years ago (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/boys-of-summer). Re-read it recently, and felt that it could use a follow-up, so here it is! Chapter 1 When I was 14, I had sex with a man for the first time. Well, a fellow boy. His name is Scott, and ever since, we had been together. Secretly at first, because we lived in a small-minded town, then more openly when we moved away. We lived together in a small house with a private access to the local river, where clothing was optional once you got in the door. Although we were in love, we understood the need to vary up our sex lives with additional partners...one of which included Scott's younger brother Ricky who'd been involved in our early escapades and remained a welcome addition to our lovemaking sessions along with his own boyfriend Toby. One day, I had just come home from my wage-slave job (what it was isn't important, let's just leave it at it sucked), and found Scott sitting on the couch, with a bow around his cock. I immediately ran over to him, put my arms around him and asked what the occasion was. "Don't you realize?" He smiled. "Uhhh....you're going to have to give me a hint." He put a hand to my face. "Summer, 10 years ago." I ran a hand up his naked back, and it hit me. "Oh. OH!" He looked up at me and gave me a dazzling smile. "I just can't believe we've been together for ten amazing years." I smiled back at him. "Me either." and I kissed him, hard. He responded forcefully, tearing at my shirt and pants. I gasped as he swallowed my cock. "Oh god, that feels so fucking good." I held the back of his head, and slid my cock in and out of his mouth. He loved when I did that. I slapped my cock on his face, leaving splats of precum. He looked at me with lust in his eyes as I knelt down to lick them off. Our mouths found each other again, and we wrapped our bodies together, cocks pressed hard against each other. "Happy anniversary stud." he whispered in my ear before running his tongue around it. "Now lay back for me." Smiling at him, I complied. He kissed me again, running his tongue along mine, before starting to kiss and lick his way along my body, sending shivers of delight running through me. He skirted around my cock, and licked his way down one leg, sucking on my toes in turn, before moving to the other leg and repeating it in reverse. When he reached my groin, he rand his hands under my ass and lifted me up. I instinctively put my legs up on his shoulders, knowing what he wanted. Almost instantly I felt the familiar and always welcome sensation of Scott's talented tongue working my ass. I moaned loudly as he tongue-fucked me, almost making me cum right then and there. But that wasn't his goal. He sat up, keeping my ankles on his shoulders, and with a well-practiced movement he slid effortlessly into me with a groan. As he started pumping, he reached up and started pinching at my nipples, something that had driven me wild since the first time we fucked. "Oh god, this will never get any better, will it??" I gasped out. "Of course it will!" Scott grinned wolfishly as I began to cum from his backdoor assault. "Always leave room for improvement!" A minute later, he shot his load deep inside me and collapsed on top of me, kissing me again. I felt his deflating cock slide slowly out of me, followed by a trickle of his cum. Chapter 2 Later that night, we were curled in bed together, naked as usual. Ever since we'd first had sex, we slept side by side in the nude. We usually woke up with one or the other of us gripping the other's cock or knuckle deep in their ass. I was just starting to drift off, when I heard a noise from the kitchen. I grabbed a bathrobe we kept around for just this sort of occasion, and quietly made my way out there. I was shocked to discover a young man going through our fridge. He was filthy, but through the layers of grime he looked to be about 14, 15, or a mature looking 13. Hair that might have been blonde before the dirt got to it, I couldn't see his eyes from where I was standing. I cursed to myself mentally as I'd apparently forgotten to lock the door. I cleared my throat. "Something I can help you with?" The boy whipped around, looking terrified beyond belief. He stumbled backwards, fell on his ass and began to cry. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just s-so hungry!" I quickly walked over and knelt beside him (being careful that nothing flopped out of the robe). "Hey, it's ok kid. I understand. Who are you? Where are your parents?" He sniffed. "I-I dunno where my parents are. I'm a foster kid, but the family I was with kept hitting me. The case people thought I was making it up, so I ran off." Damn, I thought. No kid should have to go through that. "Ok. What's your name?" "T...Taylor." he choked out. He was starting to get the tears under control. It was about then that Scott showed up. "Uh, Ron? Who's this?" "One second Scott. Taylor, no one here is going to hurt you. I want you to wait right here while we talk, okay?" "O...okay." He wrapped his arms around himself, while I guided Scott out of the room and filled him in. "Shit, poor kid. What do we do?" "I say we get him cleaned up, give him some food, and go from there. I mean, if he's telling the truth, and to be honest I think he's too scared to lie, I'm hesitant to call the cops right away in case they send him right back to that foster family." "Okay. We'll get him to a doctor and get him checked out in the morning. Jessie'll probably make a house call for us." Jessie was a sometimes-lady friend of Scott's who'd just gotten her doctorate the year before. I went back into the kitchen, knelt back down beside Taylor. "Are...are you going to call the police?" he asked timidly. "No. If anything we want to help you." I told him with a smile. "Aside from some food, you look like you could use a shower. Well, actually, you look like you could use a fire hose." Taylor laughed at that. "We have a friend who's a doctor, we're going to have her come take a look at you in the morning, she won't call the cops either." Taylor smiled at me, I finally noticed that his eyes were a slate grey. "Let's get those rags you're wearing off, get you cleaned up, kay?" "Okay. You won't hurt me, will you?" "Never." I gave him my best reassuring smile, which he shyly returned. Chapter 3 I led Taylor to our bathroom, told him to go ahead and get cleaned up. His clothes looked beyond saving, so I told him that we'd get him some fresh clothes in the morning, and for now he could wear some of ours. He agreed, seeming to realize that his clothes were a loss. He shut the bathroom door, and once I heard the bath running, I went to our closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hockey jersey. I went back to the bathroom, heard Scott cracking some eggs, and knocked. "Y..yes?" I heard Taylor call. Shit, even now the poor kid was terrified. "Just me. I have those fresh clothes for you." "Oh..okay." I heard the water stop, and heard his wet feet slap against the floor. The door opened a crack, I passed the clothes through. "If the pants are too big in the waist, just use the drawstring." I suggested. From my angle, I could see him in the mirror...and was horrified. The poor kid was almost skeletal, and there were fading bruises all over his back. I swore if I ever met the bastard who could do this...I shook my head to clear it. "When your dressed, come back to the kitchen, we've got some food for you." The door opened the rest of the way, and Taylor came out, looking like he was wearing a tent. It damn near broke my heart. "Why are you doing all this?" he looked at me timidly. "Well, we commit to one good deed a year on this exact day, so you got very lucky." I smiled to show him it was a joke. "Nah, we're good people, and I hate to see anyone hurt." When he reached the table, he wolfed down the eggs and toast Scott had prepared. "Slowly!" I told him. "You'll give yourself cramps." he nodded and slowed down accordingly. "We don't have a spare bed, but you can have the couch if you like?" Scott offerred. Taylor looked confused. "There...there's only one bed in the house?" Scott suddenly looked mildly guilty as he realized he'd just outed us to this young boy. I took over the conversation. "Unfortunately, yeah." "So...you guys are..." "Bisexuals." I said. "Do you know what that means?" "I think so.." Taylor said thoughtfully. "How old are you, Taylor?" Scott asked. "I'm 13." He looked at us. "I don't even know your names..." he started to tear up again. "You two are so nice to me and I don't even know who you guys are." "I'm Ron, this is Scott." I said. Taylor had finished his meal and looked at us. He seemed exhausted, and I couldn't blame him. "Thank you Ron and Scott." he smiled, it really was a beautiful smile. "No problem." I returned the smile, ignoring the tingle that his smile had sent through me. "Now, why don't you get some rest, and in the morning we'll get you checked out and get some fresh clothes for you." "Okay." Scott had grabbed a blanket and some extra pillows, and got Taylor set up on the couch. We wished him a good night, then went back to our room. "Poor guy." I said with a sigh. I went to our dresser and removed a pair of underwear. Wasn't really proper that I be naked all the time with this kid in the house. I tossed a pair to Scott. "Yeah." he agreed. "So what's the plan then?" "Well, after you call Jessie, I'll call work and tell them I have a family emergency..might have to use up some vacation time, but that's okay." (Scott worked from home, so he didn't have that problem.) "After that...I really have no idea. But I won't let him be sent back to that bastard. Scott, you should see his back..what that fucker did to him..." "Okay, I gotcha. Maybe he's one of our distant cousins? Needs a place to stay?" I thought it over. "Maybe. It might work. We'll have to talk to him about it in the morning." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door move the tiniest crack, and thought I saw a glimmer of a slate-colored eye. The tingle came back. I laid down, and curled up with Scott. I knew with this kid in the house, we couldn't really get up to anything for the time being, but Scott was still my lover. And did it excite me that he seemed to be watching us? It certainly did. I kissed Scott. "Thank you for working with me on this." He smiled at me. "No problem." He slid a hand over my ass. "Damn, been so long since either of us wore underwear this long in the house, I almost forgot how sexy you look in those briefs." He grabbed my ass hard enough to make me gasp. "Back atcha." I whispered and nuzzled his neck. Just before I fell asleep, I saw the slate grey eye move away. Chapter 4 Scott let me sleep in and called both Jessie and my job to let them know the situation. In fact, Jessie had come and gone before I woke up, which was unfortunate because I liked her as much as Scott did. Scott did relay to me that Taylor wasn't seriously hurt, just heavily bruised and most of those were already healed. She told Scott to give me a big kiss for taking care of Taylor, which he woke me up with. "Mmmm...morning stud." I smiled at him, feeling my briefs tent. "How's Taylor?" "Good, just wolfing down some more food. Figure we'll order pizza tonight as a treat for him." "Okay. Sounds good." I grabbed some pants and a shirt. "He say anything else?" "He thanked me a lot, said he couldn't believe how nice we were being to him." "I think he was peeping at us last night when we were kissing." I said thoughtfully. "Well, he did ask a few questions about our situation. Said he knew someone in the foster program who was gay, and I explained that we like both guys and girls." "Hm." I left the bedroom, and was damn near tackled in a hug. "Thank you Ron, thank you so much." Taylor was almost crying again. "Hey, it's ok champ." I smiled at him, and gently hugged him back. "Now listen, we want to help as much as we can, and make sure you don't end up at that foster home again. So if anyone asks you're my cousin, okay?" "Okay!" He smiled at me. "Alright, I just need some breakfast, then we'll head to the mall, get some clothes and stuff for you, kay?" "Sounds good!" I went into the kitchen and he tagged along, sitting close to me while I had some toast and milk. He was looking intently at me, "Can I ask you guys some questions Ron?" "Shoot." I smiled at him. "How long have you guys been together?" "Ten years yesterday." I laughed. "You don't look that old." he observed. "Thank you. We're not. We became a couple when we were a little older than you." Scott laughed. Taylor's jaw dropped a bit. "Wow." he paused for a moment. "H..how did you guys know you were..." "Bi?" I finished for him. "Well, I'd suspected something was going on with me for a few years. I'd fantasized about being with an man off and on." "As far as me, I dunno when I knew...I just knew that Ron was the one for me." Scott laughed. Taylor thought that over. "Is thinking about guys like that a normal sign?" I shrugged. "I guess so. Why, is it something you find yourself doing, Taylor?" He blushed. "Um. Sometimes." He fidgeted in his seat a bit. I made a jump in logic. "Is that why you were looking at us last night, Taylor?" He recoiled a bit. "You..you saw?" He trembled a bit. "I didn't mean to pry, I was just wondering because I'd thought of it sometimes, I really didn't mean anything..." "Hey, it's okay to be curious." I smiled at him. "If I hadn't been curious, I never would've fallen for this stud over here." Taylor smiled back, then put his hand on my thigh. I didn't know how to respond, and from the expression on his face, neither did Scott. "Um, Taylor...what are you doing?" I stammered. "I just want to thank you so much for all you're doing for me..." he whispered, then leaned in and kissed me. I gasped as I tasted this young man. He put a hand on my chest. He broke away briefly and smiled at me again. I suddenly felt so protective of this boy, as if he were our own. And I guess he was at that point our boy. Smiling at me, he put one hand on my cock, and reached over and grabbed Scott's with his other hand. "After I saw you guys in bed, I had to play with myself. I'd never seen anything like it." he whispered. "Will you teach me?" Scott and I were flabbergasted. Keep in mind that Scott is a man who has sex with his brother, and didn't know what to do. He knelt down next to us. "Taylor, I don't know..." "I do." he said. "That was part of the reason my foster dad hit me...he found a journal I was keeping where I talked about older men." Considering that older men had been my fantasy before Scott, I found myself relating. I also found myself tenting my pants. Taylor leaned over and kissed Scott now. When he broke away, Scott had an equal-sized bulge in his pants. I looked Taylor in the eye. "Taylor...if we do this...." "I won't tell anyone! I promise!" he pleaded."I just..I always wanted my first time to be with older guys, and you two have been so good to me, and you're into guys..." he trailed off, then stood up and pulled his shirt off. "Just promise you won't hurt me on purpose." God damn, we'd been seduced by a 13 year old. Because I found myself holding him and kissing him now. Scott joined us, and all of our tongues were joined. Taylor opened my shirt and took a nipple into his mouth making me gasp with delight. "Let's move into the bedroom I think." I whispered, and picked up our new treasure. Scott followed us, in a trance. I lay this young beautiful man on the bed we shared and lay next to him. "Ron...can I ask something?" "Anything." "Um..this is kinda weird, but I never knew my own dad...and I know that I'm supposed to be your cousin when we're out...but when we're here...will you be my daddy?" he looked at Scott apologetically. "It's just...he was right there, you know?" Scott smiled. "Well...considering my relationship with my family, I guess it's ok if Ron has a son to play with." Taylor looked at me. "Please, daddy?" The perverseness of the idea made me so horny at that moment, I couldn't help but agree."Of course son." "Will you teach me, daddy?" "Absolutely son. Lay back." He did so, and I eased the joggers I'd loaned him off of him, leaving him totally naked in front of me. His young cock was about 5 inches long. I knelt in front of the bed. "If you want me to stop, just say so." I heard Scott undressing behind me. "It's okay daddy. Please." Hearing that, I couldn't refuse, and swallowed his cock whole. His back arched and he moaned loudly. I ran my tongue over his young balls, down to his hairless pucker. He squealed with delight as I began to fuck him with my mouth. I looked up from between my new son's legs and saw him playing with my lover's exposed body. After a few moments, I eased a finger into him. Oh god he was tight. The penetration made him squeal again, I could tell he loved it.I slid another finger in, and began to pump gently. "How does that feel? Ok?" "Oh god daddy it feels so good!" He moaned loudly. I watched him lean forward and tentatively lick at Scott's engorged head. One taste and he was hooked apparently because now he was tryind to fit the whole thing in there, moaning loudly around it. I stood up, and lined my cock up with his virgin ass. "Taylor, are you sure?" Feeling what I was doing, he dragged himself away from Scott's cock and looked in my eyes. "Yes daddy, please fuck me." That was all the invitation I needed, and began feeding him my cock. It must have felt enormous, because Taylor gave a shout...but not of pain. He gasped. "More daddy please put your whole big cock inside me." I slid the rest of the way in, making him shout again. I didn't know how long I could last...I hadn't been in an ass this tight since I was 14 and drilling Scott's brother for the first time. But I resolved to make it a memorable fuck for my new son. I bent down and kissed him hard while I began to pump. God he tasted so good. I took one of his hands in mine and lead it back to Scott, and we alternated sucking his dick while I ravished this beautiful boy. He held out pretty long for a virgin, about 5 minutes. He gasped that he was cumming, which began to set me and Scott off. "Oh daddy, don't cum in me, I want to taste it, please daddy." How could I resist that? I pulled out and came with a scream deep in Taylor's mouth. Taylor was spraying boy cum all over him and me...Scott gasped that he was going to cum, so I wrapped my mouth around him, and let him blast his load into my mouth, which I kissed back to Taylor. We collapsed in a heap. "I..I think we don't need to worry..about clothes shopping...any more..." I panted.