Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 12:38:56 -0800
From: Badgod69
Subject: "Boy Daddy", pt. 1

There's a slim chance you may have read or heard about me, although the
people around me tried to keep my story out of the papers and under wraps.
And for the most part, they were successful.  A local paper did, however,
print a story about my situation, but I never got bothered about it much,
other than some curious stares and muttered comments.

This is what happened.

When I was 12, I got my 15-year old next-door neighbor pregnant.
Naturally, our parents found out about it and the usual family dramas
played out, with the outcome being that Jenny had the baby, and suddenly I
was a child father.

It really wasn't bad at all.  My parents and the neighbors basically raised
our son until I turned 14, got Jenny pregnant again, and had another kid,
this time a girl.  Our parents threw fits and threatened to disown us, send
us to Juvie, make us move out, all sorts of stuff.  But they soon faced
facts and realized that another child was soon to arrive, and they'd be
raising it.  I got her pregnant yet again when I was 16, and it pushed my
folks into demanding that Jenny and I get married and move out with our
kids into a house they and Jenny's parents would finance for us.

Jenny was 20 by then.  We had two kids, four-year old Sam and two-year old
Leda, with another on the way.  Jenny was way more mature and responsible
than I was, basically still a kid myself, so I kind of relied on her to
figure out all the details while I skateboarded with my buddies, smoked
endless weed, and partied hard whenever I could.  I also hooked-up up with
lots of girls and had sex as often as I could get it.

I discovered all the pleasures playing with my dick could bring at around
three years of age.  Once I had discovered jerking-off when I was a little
kid, making my dick feel good was the chief thing on my mind.

I was a horny little dude, first making out with Jenny when I was 9 and she
was 12.  Jenny was on me all the time, eager to get me naked and on or in
her.  I knew she thought I was really cute and sexy because she told me so
every chance she got though, honestly, I was only interested in getting
off.  I got my first blow job from her when I was 10.  We started fucking
when I was 11.

We'd been playing around in my backyard, and we kept going behind the
garage where no one could see us.  Each time we'd go back, we'd French
kiss, or I'd run my hands up under her shirt and feel her tits, or slide my
hand between her legs and finger her pussy.

Finally, I just leaned her against the wall, pulled down my jeans, and
fucked her standing up.  I couldn't cum yet, though I'd already started
puberty.

By the time I was just about to turn 12, I had some decent hair around my
dick, but most importantly, I could shoot cum.  There wasn't a lot of it,
but it was enough to get Jenny knocked-up.

After our first kid, Sam, was born, our parents wouldn't let us be alone or
together anytime, anywhere, because they figured we'd start fucking again.
It was hard, not being able to hook up with Jenny for a little fun.  But we
did manage to sneak around and find opportunities when Jenny could jack me
off stealthily or give me a fast blow job, though it sure wasn't the same
as fucking.

I had very little to do with Sam when he was a baby.  Even though I knew I
had made him, he seemed creepy and nasty to me, like all babies seemed to
me then.  I kind of thought of him as a toy, or a pet of the families.

Once he could walk and talk some, I paid lots more attention to him.  I
know I treated him, and probably thought of him, as a little brother.  At
the same time, I thought it was cool that I was his dad, that I had made
him.  I started to become territorial with him, not happy about sending him
next door to live with his mom and her family for a few days before
returning to mine.  He was pretty fun to play with by the time he was
three, and we played well together.  I couldn't wait to teach him to
skateboard.

When he wasn't at our house for a few days, I'd start thinking about him a
lot, the things we had done and the fun we'd had.  The image that always
came to me first was Sam and me getting ready to climb into the bathtub.
His little naked butt, so small I could cup in in my hand, his creamy,
velvety skin, his curly brown hair, and his tiny dick, all so perfect and
pretty.

Once he was old enough to interest me, I took over bathing chores from my
mom.  I'd strip my clothes off while Sam watched before undressing him and
getting into the tub.  Just taking all my clothes off was enough to give me
a boner back then, so I always had a hard-on at bath time.  Sam was
fascinated by my dick, always grabbing at it and giggling while he watched
me masturbate.  Jerking off in the tub was just something I had always
done, so doing it with Sam seemed only natural to me.

Sam would sit at the far end of the tub, and I would face him from the
other end.  I'd stretch my legs out to either side so he was corralled
between my calves.  When I jerked off, I'd tickle his tiny dick with my
toes.  A few times I jerked him off with two fingers for a few nice
strokes, and he really liked that.

When I was 14 and Sam was three I taught him how to jerk off properly.  I
knew he liked it when we'd play with ourselves in the bathtub in the
evenings, but I wanted him to learn how to do it for himself.  For two
nights in a row, I gave him have his first dry orgasms with my hand,
talking him through the actions.  It was exciting doing it, really fun and
sexy.  I came the hardest I had yet cum, just as Sam shuddered and thrust
hard into my fingers.

From then on, we jerked off together any time we felt the urge or got
boners from body contact from wrestling around on the floor.

Sam started rubbing his little dick through his pants all the time, and my
parents were horrified and embarrassed by it.  I had to finally tell Sam
that he could only play with his dick when we were alone.  He didn't really
pay much attention to that, and Jenny thought it was hilarious that his
little hand was constantly fiddling with his dick, even in church.  Her
parents didn't freak out about it, but they were mystified by how horny
their little grandson seemed to be.

Leda, our new daughter, didn't interest me at all.  Jenny spent lots of
time with her, almost as much as I was spending with Sam.  It wasn't until
we had our own home that I began to pay much attention to her, but by then
she was already two years old.

When our folks reached their limits with raising our babies and told us we
had to get married and move out, I considered taking off and going
someplace where nobody knew me.  Our parents kept telling us that our
childhoods were over now that we had kids, and that we'd have to settle
down and take on adult responsibilities.  It sucked.

But we did as they demanded, got married, and moved into a crappy little
house they found for us.

Jenny was due in a few months, and Sam and Leda needed guidance and
supervision.  What did I know about raising kids at 16?  Not much, as it
turned out.  Fortunately, Jenny's maternal instincts were strong and she
managed to basically raise the kids without much help from me.

I was, however, great with Sam.  He looked almost exactly like me, not at
all like Jenny.  I had always had a baby face, and everyone we ran into
always figured we were brothers.  We did everything brothers normally do,
though he was still very young.  We biked, played ball, built forts,
wrestled, all sort of horse play and rough-housing.  Jenny said she had
married a child, and that made me laugh.

Once Jenny birthed our second son, Nick, things started to fall into a
routine.  My dad got me a job at a factory warehouse he had worked at when
he was younger, and I liked it OK, I guess.  Lots of heavy lifting and
moving things built my body up in no time.  Jenny said I looked like a high
school jock, which I basically was.

School had taken a backseat for me, as I needed to work full-time to
support our family.  Jenny planned on going to work as soon as Nick was
weaned.  Our folks had told us they'd provide childcare when we were both
working.  Jenny was taking online classes to get a degree in dental
assistance, but she'd need to attend actual classes before she could get a
good job.

The kids grew fast, and soon my baby `brother' Sam was starting school and
getting bigger.  In a few more years, he'd be a `tween, and I knew we'd be
able to do things he had been too little to engage in before.

Finally, my favorite boy turned 12, exactly half my age, and a new world of
fun and games opened to us.  Nobody knew what we were up to, and we both
vowed to keep it that way.