Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 08:00:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Experience -  part 2

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Life Experience - part two

Lewis

I wiped my face on my sleeve so Lewis could enjoy me without the
distracting smell of his sister's pussy. I dropped my robe as I entered.

There he was face down on his bed, naked, the way he always slept, the
blanket only slightly covering his slim beauty. His new puppy slept with
him. The boy's two firm ass cheeks, the part I took pleasure from many
times, gleamed attractively in the semi darkness, their high arch so
tempting. I don't know who I lusted for more, which child my libido
demanded more, my son or my daughter. Today, the boy won.

"Dad," his sleepy voice declared. I moved close so he could see me, see my
erect cock so there'd be no mistaking what I wanted.

"I got a game today," he sleepily informed me, rolled over, yawed, then
flashed a big white toothed grin.

No wonder he told me his coach was hitting on him. You couldn't be around
my son much without having sexual thoughts about him, want to undress and
fuck him, if you liked boys. His skin was silky smooth, without flaw and
sun-bronzed from the beach. Tanned, except where the green Speedo had clung
tightly, the contrast in skin tones so fuckin' erotic.

His new beagle puppy was nestled against him almost under his arm. As his
mater awoke Jax wimpered and stumbled to the foot of his master's bed and
licked the boy's toes.

I gave my son's warm forehead a good morning kiss and ran back his mass of
curly hair with my fingers.

"Hello, beautiful..."

A groan of complacent satisfaction came from his throat. "Beautiful" was
the right term. His mother earned high fees as a leggy fashion model and I
wasn't so bad looking myself, so between us we produced a boy of
exceptional attractiveness.

I kissed his freckle sprinkled nose then watched while he stretched the
tightness out of his arms and long legs, and yawned. At that moment he
reminded me of a colt wobbling in morning dew. He was all boy but with the
same degree of erotic allure a girl his age might possess.

Followed by his dog Lewis bounded off the bed and out the room flashing me
a nice view of that pert, charming ass. I waited patiently.

Pale morning light washed across his room, reflected off the silver
trophies on the bookcase, the sleep-heavy boy scented air.

I noticed his boner on the way out and when back his cock was just as hard,
as hard as only a twelve-year-old cock can be. He nestled in his daddy's
arms so I could kiss his eyes, his warm lips, his cheeks and ears. He
touched my face affectionately expressing the need of a young child for
warm bodily contact, like his puppy. He was my puppy.

"I'll be quick, honey...I need it...you know how we guys are. Lie down
babe...let me kiss that sweet pussy of yours."

Lewis smiled with the conceit of youth; same type smirk-smile I'd seen on
other boys I had sex with when they knew a confirmed boy-lover craved their
body.

On the bed he spread, face down, and wiggled his ass. I licked the back of
his neck, then slowly, very slowly, down along his spine, leaving a wet
trail. Always this made him shiver.

So beautiful and desirable. I had him hot and whimpering in no time. I
called his asshole his boy-pussy, told him how sexy he is, how much I
admired his body and his person and how sweet he was to share its parts
with his family, with me, another male.

My boy can act quite the flirt around boys or girls he wants. "You are
going to fuck so many pretty girls and women, Lewis...boys and men, maybe
...they will all want to suck your pretty dick... and...fuck...your
ass...Lewis... Will you let them, Lewis? Will you let guys you meet screw
your ass like me?"

Grown-up dirty talk such as this excites us both; sometimes he even asks me
to describe other boys I've fucked, what I did, what they did to me. Its
gets us both hot. I know I'm not the only one he let's into his ass, but
his Dad has priority—that's clearly understood. But I had a question for
him.

"Who do you like better Lewis? Me or Alex?"  His 16-year-old cousin Alex
had been screwing him for about six months. He turned around on his back to
look me in the eyes, those pretty blues now made surprisingly bright by our
foreplay.

"Well...he's easier to suck...but...he..." was all he said.

"What, honey, tell me" I demanded, my tone impatient. If he arrived late to
school he'd have to sit out the game since team members were expected to
model behavior for the whole student body. And my erection was pulsing
impatiently.

He flipped face down, spread his legs wide and giggled the answer onto his
pillow: "he doesn't fuck as good as you!"

I ruffled his bed-hair. "You know how to butter me up you little rascal!"
The butter image reminded me of the gel in his night table.

"He's too fast sometimes. Forgets about me."

"Does he hurt you?"

"No..no...not on purpose."

As for Alex, I had gotten my wife's nephew in bed first when he was 14, a
pretty boychick very willing to make his cock available anytime I wanted
it. I put down my son's "too fast" remark to his cousin's youth, something
more experience would remedy.

Lewis opened the night table drawer so I could reach the k-y. Alex
preferred mineral oil, but my son says k-y allows it to slip in better. I
bent and spread open his cheeks with my thumbs and kissed his asshole
enjoyed the fresh smell of soap then applied the gel to both of us.

The head of my cock touched the very warm asshole. I waited some, fought my
urge to push, to force my way, and yes, I'm ashamed to say, to
rape. Whether with boy or girl, when the very end of my dick began
penetration I experienced the urge to ram my way in fully and not care if
it hurt the other. But I never did this. It was a dark, sadistic urge I
always controlled and it passed quickly.

After the pause, very carefully, I went deeper into the boy. More. Then a
little more. Our animal groans expressed our need and greedy satisfaction
to be penetrated and to penetrate.

Of course he was tight, he was only 12 years old, but his muscles were
limber and pliable and his anus opened rather easily now compared to the
first time. I was gripped all along my length, sunk into him as far as I
could go. I stopped to savor the exquisite moment, unlike any other type
intercourse.

I sometimes I fucked him while he was on his back so I could watch his eyes
soften, the lids close down halfway, that pretty face start to glow with
both pleasure and pain. But I liked better when I had him downward because
it satisfied the need in me to dominate and to better feel the cushion of
his ass against my groin.

"Dad, ...dad...daddy..." he began to recite in a whisper.

This was the part of fucking him I loved the best, me slowly, very slowly,
opening his willing boycunt with my hot dadcock, to see and hear the effect
I was creating! That little tight ring yielded to me only after some
reluctance, just enough resistance to allow my son to assert
himself—display his masculine pride, so to speak. I knew what to do.
Sincerely and seductively I recited all his sexual charms and attractions,
stuff he heard many times before but never tired of. I knew how to love him
as only one male knew how to please another male, but more: as only a
father knew who loved his son body and soul.

All during this he remained a boy; he never tried to act the girl for me
and I liked that because it made the bond between us even stronger, and the
taboo violation greater.

I pushed and withdrew, went back in deep, made him grunt. The boundaries
between our bodies—his still childlike and mine full grown—such
difference faded away as we became one body joined in sex.

I pictured him as he would be this afternoon on the baseball field covering
second, alert and crouched, his fucked ass admired by the center fielder.

More than cumming with him I liked that our souls not just our bodies
joined so intimately. There was no doubt my son loved me, and I him. He
surrendered willingly and it didn't matter if I came or not as long as he
was satisfied. I could always beat off for my own pleasure afterwards.

"School, Dad." Ok.

As far as I was concerned we could stay joined like this for hours.

I started moving in and out, building my rhythm quickly, getting lost in
our heat, but yet aware of some footsteps in the hall. Neither one of us
minded being watched. We often had been. The watcher took a picture.

With several deep hard thrusts I hunched over him, was sure from his
insistent moans I was touching his prostate.

"Fuck me...I love... dick in my ass...I love...getting it...daddy... fuck
me...oh...oh, shit..oh shit" the harsh shouted words were muffled by the
damp pillow.

He came hard, shaking and squeezing me.

Moments later my contractions were strong, stronger than usual. Into his
tender bowels my sperm exploded, the stuff that made
him... one...two...three... times, spurts so strong that my pelvic muscles
ached for several long minutes.

He granted me a few minutes rest across his slim back to slobber kisses on
smooth neck and slim shoulder. When soft enough, my dick slid out and we
both sighed.

I loved our funky smell. The watcher left.

As he rose from his bed to wash a second time he thew a question over his
wet shoulder: "Can I do this with the coach? I think he wants to."

The puppy, now excited by watching, leapt for his master's groin and
licked, then followed him out of the room.


Julian Does this part entertain you? Please,let me know:
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Regards,
Julian