Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 21:43:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 3 Boy Daddy -- Badgod60@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. "BOY DADDY", Pt. 3 A few months after I had introduced my almost-14-year old son, Sam, to the pleasures of playing with his asshole, a new development awaited my attention. I had just gotten off work and had pulled up in front of the house. Jenny was sitting on the front steps, smoking a cigarette. I knew something must be up since she rarely smoked and never waited for me to get home like this. As I was getting out of the truck, Jenny rose, tossed away her cigarette, and started walking towards me. "Hey, Babe, what's going on?" I said as I approached her. "I am so embarrassed, oh my god, I know it's stupid, but I got rattled," she said, clearly thrown off balance by something. "Is everything OK?" I hurriedly asked. She laughed nervously, her eyes scanning the horizon for a moment before she would look at me. "Oh, yeah, everything's fine, there's nothing wrong. It's just -- Jesus, how embarrassing..." She looked away again. I was really curious now. "Babe, c'mon, tell me what's wrong. Why are you embarrassed?" Jenny looked me in the eyes, closed hers briefly, and sighed when she opened them again. "OK. Oh, god... OK...I got off work early and came straight home. Sam's bike was here, so I knew he was already home from school. It was just me and him in the house. Well, I went upstairs to get something out of the linen-closet and I heard Sam whispering or muttering something in his room. I didn't really think anything of it, so I got what I needed from the closet and turned back to go downstairs. Then I heard Sam groan, so I got kinda worried. His door was partially open, just a little, but enough for me to take a quick peek in to make sure he was OK." She paused and looked down at the sidewalk. "Well..." was all she said. I waited a second and then said, "What? What happened?" Jenny looked at me with a flushed face for a moment before she told me. "Babe, Sam was giving himself a blowjob. I mean, like literally, he was sucking his own dick," she said, half laughing at the idea. She could barely bring herself to say it. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Of course, I'm sure! That's not something you see every day, so, yeah, I'm sure." Jenny shot me a cool glance. I started to grin and then laugh. "Well, that's one hell of a surprise. I don't know what to say, I mean, I guess "good for him"?" We were both laughing by now. But Jenny was still rattled. I asked her why. "It was just such an unexpected, shocking, thing to see. There's Sam on his bed, stark naked, legs crossed behind his head...I mean, I saw everything -- his butthole, his balls, his head bobbing up and down on his -- it's just not an image of Sam I want in my head. Oh, my god!" She was chuckling, but I knew she meant what she said. I suggested she go out with one of her girlfriends and get drunk. She liked that idea and went back inside to set it up. Before she turned, I told her I'd have a word with Sam about privacy and keeping his door closed when he needed some of it. I had sprung an aching hard-on as soon as I understood what Jenny was telling me. The front of my underwear was wet with pre-cum, a lot of it. All I wanted was to dash upstairs and make Sam show me what Mom had already seen. And that's what I did. I took the stairs two at a time, practically ran down the hall to his room, and barged right in. Sam was asleep, but the sound of his door banging against the wall woke him up. "Hey, dude, wha --" was all he got out. "Bro, you been holding out on me? Mom said you can suck your dick." Not very subtle, but I needed details, fast. Sam's eyes got big. "What? How would Mom know? Dude, shut the door!" I did. "Bro, she saw you `cause your door was part-way open, dickwad," I said, anxious for a confirmation. "Mom SAW me?!" Sam turned lobster red. Thoroughly and profoundly embarrassed, he groaned and fell back against the headboard, covering his eyes with his hands. "Dude, it's OK, but can you really do it?" I asked him. Sam sighed, then sat up. "It was supposed to be a surprise. I was gonna surprise you, dude." He looked so disappointed. "Bro, how long have you been able to do it? Jesus, why didn't you tell me?" "Dude! I only tried it for the first time like a week ago. I've been practicing ever since, and now I can take about half of it." He grinned at me. "Well, c'mon bro, show me!" I practically yelled it at him. "Jesus, bro, calm down! Why are you freaking out?" Sam was laughing. I started laughing, too, but I was desperate to see him do it. "Dude, you gotta understand, watching a guy suck his own dick is like the hottest thing in the world to me. I've tried, I've tried so many fuckin' times, but I can't do it. I've even had a recurring dream since I was a kid that I can suck my dick and it's awesome. So, yeah, it's a huge turn-on for me if you can do it! C'mon, bro, show me!" I could feel myself getting feverish. Sam giggled and began to adjust his body to show me what he could do. My heart was pounding so hard I figured Sam could hear it. "Jesus fuck, dude, you need to chill the fuck out," he said as he scooted down to lay flat, preparing to throw his legs over his head. "Wait, no!" I barked at him, "not like that. Do it like Mom said she saw you." Which happened to be my favorite position for guys to self-suck in. My bro-son rolled his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling like a fool. This was the moment he had been training for the past week. He was clearly as excited to show me as I was to see it. As he sat up and began to pull his legs behind his head, and then crossed his ankles, I groped my dripping cock through my work pants and started to roughly rub it while I watched. Sam was giving himself a few final adjustments, and then grabbed his ass cheeks using both hands and pulled himself close enough for him to lick the head of his dick. An involuntary moan came out of me. "Oh, hellll yeahhh, bro, fuck, bro, that is so fuckin' hot, dude, aw shit..." My voice was hoarse and shaky. I sounded like a complete pervert, and the thought cracked me up. I laughed once, stupidly. I couldn't tell where to focus first because there was so much to see. Sam looked so incredibly sexy and adorable: this innocent, all-American-boy-next-door angel, delirious with hunger and lust for his own cock. He took the head and part of the shaft in his mouth without much effort. While his head bobbed on his hairy dick, his asshole was fully exposed, puckering in and out as Sam's body responded to having his cock in his mouth. The slurping sound of his full mouth, the smell of his room, the wet, pulsing heat of my hard cock through my pants, the humming, whining sounds coming out of Sam, all these things were overloading my senses. I knelt in front of his bed, my eyes level with his asshole. Sam's balls were bouncing up and down in rhythm with his sucking head. I could smell his ball-sweat, I could smell his greasy-looking ass, the grimy, sour stink of his dirty socked feet clasped behind his head. I closed my eyes and breathed in all the smells that defined my boy. Sam locked eyes with mine when I opened them. I started rubbing my cock through my pants harder and faster. His eyelids kept fluttering open and closed, half-crazy with pleasure. But he still held my gaze. I got up and flopped down next to him on the bed, leaning into him so that my face was as close to his as I could get it. I wanted to see what it looked like to suck your own dick from Sam's view. My being so close made Sam whimper and make little pig grunts, which made it even better. But the call of his ass was too strong for me, and I got up again and stood right in front of him. Again, our eyes locked. Sam kept sucking and making sloppy feeding sounds, like he was devouring himself. I started petting and lightly pushing on his slick asshole, and Sam hummed with pleasure. I stopped touching his hole for a second so I could suck my finger and get it slick with saliva. I was going in. I stroked his asshole for a few seconds to get it spitty, then slowly slid my finger all the way up his ass. Sam let loose his lip-lock just long enough to gasp and moan a few times before frantically gorging on his dick again. I worked my finger deep inside his asshole, probing and sliding around in it, then pulled it out and gave it a quick sniff before sticking it and another finger in my mouth to get them both wet. When Sam saw he suck my finger straight out of his asshole, his eyebrows shot up and he made a noise that sounded like wild approval. Slowly, I was able to get both fingers up his shitter, opening the way for a man's cock, even though I had no intention of going that far. But at least I knew he'd be able to take a hard cock up his ass, with a little patience and care. My fingers were working deep and fast, and Sam's whimpering and moaning were getting louder and shriller. I was still rubbing my cock through my pants, but I stopped long enough to pull my fingers out of his ass and then wipe them off in his armpits, already streaming with sweat. Then I rubbed my lower face with my ass-and-pit sweat coated hands, savoring the heady aromas. When I did that, Sam started making wild sounds and increased the speed of his self-sucking. I could tell that he was close to shooting his load. He grabbed his cock in one hand and tore it from his mouth, jerking off as hard and fast as I'd ever seen him go for it. He was loud and boisterous, but by that point I didn't care who could hear us. The only important thing was that he get his nut. As he opened his mouth and twisted his face into a mask of demented lust, the first spurt of his hot cum flew out of his dick and slashed across this face, from above his eyebrow, across his nose, and finally over his cheek. The second squirt went directly into his mouth, and Sam greedily swallowed before opening wide again. Cum was splattering all over his face and hair. At that same moment, I felt my balls explode and soak my underwear. I came so hard it spilled down my covered leg, tickling as it got caught in hairs. The room fell silent as we pumped out our juices. Once we stopped shooting, the sound of our panting breath filled my head. Sam was the first to speak. "Right? Pretty good, huh? You like that?" He was glowing with pride and exhaustion, cum dripping off his face. "Bro, fucking amazing! That was incredible!" was all I could get out. I swiped up his sperm from his cheek and rubbed it, too, into his rank armpits. Sam laughed like a hyena. "You are one sick perv, bro! Fucking perverted, dude..." But his tone and expression told me he was as turned-on by my nastiness as I was. I got some more of his cum on my fingers and smeared it into my armpits. "This is gonna smell so fucking good by the time we go to bed tonight, dude!" I said as I worked at getting my pants and underwear off. They were soaked through with my massive load. "I came in my pants at the same time you started spurting, bro," I explained as I tossed my slimy clothes across his bed. I spotted Sam's dingy briefs on the floor and pulled them on. A bit small, but we had taken to wearing each other's clothes since we were now nearly the same size. "Hey, those are mine, dude," he said. "So? Mine are all full of cum, bro. I'll just wear yours." Sam snickered, but he watched me with shining eyes as I stuffed my bloated, sticky cock into his used briefs. When I started putting on a pair of his dirty jeans, he punched my leg lightly and said, "I suppose you want me to wear yours, huh?" "Hey, yeah, bro, that's an awesome idea. Yeah, wear mine. And I'm the perv? " We laughed, as Sam got off the bed and gingerly took my boxers, pulled them up his hairy legs, over his ass, and finally adjusted his junk to lay cradled in the cum-sodden fabric. "Ewww, dude, cold and slimy, you dirty fuck," Sam growled at me, grinning wide. By the time we came out of Sam's room, disheveled and laughing, Jenny had already left to meet up with her friend for drinks. Leda and Nick were eating their dinner in front of the blaring TV in the living room, so Sam and I didn't even bother to straighten ourselves up. Any adult would have known just from looking at us that we'd been fucking around. But the kids were oblivious to us and how we looked, so I didn't worry about it at all. As Sam and I crossed the living room to the kitchen, I told the kids to finish their dinner and then get their homework done. They grunted and nodded. I had my arm slung around Sam's shoulders and was holding him close to my side. I steered him into the kitchen, still clutching him tightly to me. We must have looked like lovers. The kids didn't bat an eye. Everything was awesome.