Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 20:19:01 -0500
From: PenisProse <PenisProse@comcast.net>
Subject: Settling Down With Danny

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This is the adventure of Mike, Danny, Timmy and me.
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Copyright 2008 PenisProse


	Melody Willow gave birth to Danny the summer before our senior year
of high school.  Melody was a cheerleader.  I was a bookworm but was also a
varsity swimmer and runner.  I went the first two years of high school
without a word from Melody.  It would have stayed that way if I had not
started fucking her kid brother.  Mike was a skinny boy with a big smile,
and he always begged me to spend time with him.  He had light brown hair
and bright green eyes, just like Melody.  One afternoon Mike asked me to
show him my private parts.  Mike gave me his virgin ass that day, and I
fucked him every time we were alone after that.  He always asked me for
sex.  Meanwhile, Melody caught on and made Mike admit that I was fucking
him.  Probably out of spite, Melody demanded my dick in exchange for her
silence.  She took charge of the sex.  When I closed my eyes, I imagined
that she was Mike.  Thinking about Mike got me off like a rocket.  I only
fucked Melody a few times, but that was enough to make a baby.

       Melody's mother took control.  Mrs. Willow told me to stay away from
her house and told Melody to have the baby and give it to her.  I was cut
out of the picture and my parents never knew about their grandchild.  My
senior year would have been very lonely without sports.  I tried to fuck a
tall freshman JV swimmer after practice one afternoon, but he pinned me
against the shower wall and drilled my ass.  A couple of other swimmers
heard the action and gathered around in time to see the freshman finish off
inside me.  After that, I ended up being a bottom for most of the JV and
varsity squads all year.  The men's teams conferred status on guys that
fucked girls and boys, but not on bottoms.  Everybody seemed to know that I
was taking it up the ass.  I wanted them to know that I was a real man with
a real baby on the way, but I had to keep my mouth shut if I wanted to go
to college.

       I got undergraduate and graduate degrees at a large university in
another city.  The local Boy's Club had a booth at the volunteer fair my
freshman year.  It was a match made in heaven.  My dedication to the
mission got me a spot as a camp counselor every summer.  I had learned my
lesson in high school and just waited for a boy to approach me for sex.

       After I returned home and got a job as a civil engineer, Mrs. Willow
threatened to file a claim for child support for Danny.  Apparently, she
was raising not only Danny but also another illegitimate son of Melody.
Melody had moved to Los Angeles after the second boy, and she never
returned home.  I was single and earning great money, so I paid what
Mrs. Willow asked even though she still would not let me in the house.  She
sent Mike to collect the payments in cash.  By now, Mike knew that I was
Danny's father.

       The first reunion with Mike was awkward, but the second time he came
for the child support he asked if he could stay awhile.  Mike was now
approaching 20, but looked as sweet and innocent as most of the boys that I
had been fucking at summer camp.  It was easy to restart a routine with
him.  He was short, lean, and as hairless from the neck down as the last
time I had seen him naked.  Every time I fucked Mike I did it with a
vengeance to make up for all the ass poundings that I took after I lost him
my senior year of high school.

       Mrs. Willow insisted to Mike that I never meet Danny, but our paths
were bound to cross.  We met by accident at the Dairy Queen where Mike was
an assistant manager.  Now 7 years old, Danny looked nothing like me or
anybody in my family.  He looked like Mike.  I fell for him.

       Danny's half-brother, Melody's second son, was also there.  Timmy
looked nothing like Mike or Danny.  He was taller and more muscular even
though he was younger.  He had curly black hair and dark brown eyes.  Danny
and Timmy sat across from me eating ice cream and Danny asked me if we
could be friends.  I wimped out and told him that he had to ask his mother.
Mrs. Willow could not say no to Danny.

       The next seven years were fun and easy times.  Mike and I fucked
around, but we both enjoyed other men.  He met middle-aged daddies at the
DQ, and I met part-time and summer workers on my job sites.  Danny split
his time between home and my townhouse, and Timmy came along most of the
time.  I had learned how to tutor and mentor kids during the Boy's Club
days, and I enjoyed every moment with both boys even though they had two
very different personalities.  Danny was passive and shy, like Mike.  Timmy
was aggressive and outgoing, like Melody.  When the four of us were
together, we naturally paired up Danny with me and Timmy with Mike.

       Things changed when Danny turned 14.  Mrs. Willow wanted to retire
to Florida, but everybody else wanted to stay put.  Mike's place was too
small for him and two boys, and he couldn't afford a larger place even with
my child support payment for Danny thrown in.  I had a four-bedroom,
end-unit townhouse with a large family room in the walk-out basement and a
secluded backyard bordering a forest preserve.  Danny and Timmy loved the
place, and it was in their school district.

       I spent the better part of a year trying to figure out what to do.
I couldn't take Danny without taking Timmy, but I was too busy with work
and my social life to take on two boys.  And I desperately wanted to tell
Danny that I was his father, but I couldn't leave Timmy fatherless.  As she
had done nearly 15 years earlier, Mrs. Willow once again took control.  She
told Danny and Timmy that she was their grandmother, that their mother had
gone missing in California, and that I was their new father.  With that,
Mrs.  Willow said that she was moving to Florida as soon as she could and
that she would give the boys to me.  I hired an adoption agency and a
lawyer to work through the mess.  Before I knew it, I had two adopted sons
full-time.  I turned to Mike for help.  The housing arrangements were easy.
The second floor of the townhouse had two master suites, and the third
floor had two smaller bedrooms with a shared bath.  The boys were assigned
to the third floor.  Mike and I could have privacy for each other or
visitors without alerting Danny or Timmy.

       Danny turned 15 a few months into the first school year of the new
arrangement.  I had encouraged him to get involved in sports, but he showed
no interest.  He was spending more and more time with me, and asked for an
after-school job on one of my job sites.  I had to agree, but Danny's
constant presence made it hard for me to pursue other sexual outlets.  I
tried to pick up the pace with Mike, who was still as boyish as ever.  But
I started fantasizing about Danny when I was fucking Mike.  And Mike was
not as frisky with me as he once was.

       Late one Friday night I opened my bedroom door headed across the
hallway to start something with Mike.  I saw Timmy with his back to me.  He
was wearing one of many pairs of black Calvin Kleins that had gone missing
from my laundry since the boys moved in.  Timmy was carefully closing the
door to Mike's room.  When Timmy turned around, I saw that he was wet with
sweat.  His dark black hair was matted, and the Calvin Kleins were tented
even though he had obviously just fucked Mike.  The hallway smelled like
sex.  I was naked, with a very pronounced hardon.  Timmy blushed, looked
down to the floor, and went upstairs.

       My heart was racing as I thought about what to do next.  I couldn't
get over the idea that Timmy had just fucked Mike.  I opened Mike's door
and went in.  He was still on all 4s, with his ass up in the air.  The side
of his face was on the pillow and his eyes were closed.  Mike reached back
and spread his ass cheeks open.  He exposed his hairless pucker as he
whispered for Timmy to fuck him again.  I walked to the foot of the bed and
crawled up behind Mike.

       The instant my tongue hit Mike's asshole, I could taste Timmy's
fresh teenage cum.  It was sensational.  But Mike recognized who was behind
him.  Mike rolled onto his back and spread his legs open with his elbows.
Mike rested his feet onto my shoulders and looked me in the eye.  As my
dick started to throb against his opening, Mike whimpered, locked his hands
behind his head, and asked if we could still be friends.  I sank down into
Mike and showed him the answer.

       Mike's small dick was rock hard and twitching against his flat
stomach.  He knew that I liked sloppy seconds behind an aggressive kid like
Timmy.  He also knew that I would like using Timmy's cum as lube.  Knowing
that I was competing with the energy of a teenager, I was merciless with
Mike.  Every stroke was a power thrust.  But I delivered it smooth.  I
worked the angles and pushed the buttons the way no teenager could.  Mike
was amazed.  When I couldn't hold out any longer, I grabbed Mike by the
cock and yanked him up onto my raw dick and into my groin.  His cock
pulsated in my hand and I felt his cum running down my fingers.  He would
have shot a load onto the headboard if I had not been gripping his dick so
tight.  My own orgasm was every bit as powerful, and Mike's ass locked onto
my dick just as tight as my fist had gripped his.  I shot volley after
volley into Mike, trying to reclaim him but knowing that he would never
turn Timmy away.

       After we recovered, I crawled under the sheets with Mike to talk.
Mike knew a lot about Timmy's sex life.  Timmy was bi.  He preferred older
women but also liked older men.  Timmy started fucking Mike a couple of
years ago.  It turns out that Timmy had been exposing himself to
Mrs. Willow and asking her to have sex with him.  Mrs.  Willow tried to
handle it on her own, but Timmy became more aggressive.  She was afraid of
him, and approached Mike for help.  When Mike confronted Timmy, Timmy said
that if Mike wanted to take it for Mrs. Willow, he would leave her alone.
Mike accepted the deal, and Timmy behaved around Mrs. Willow.  Mike told
Mrs. Willow that Timmy would leave her alone, but could not tell her why.
Mrs. Willow was so afraid of Timmy that she decided that she needed to get
away, which is what had prompted her move to Florida and her decision to
give up the boys.

       Timmy used Mike's room whenever he had sex at the townhouse.  Timmy
made Mike bring women home from the DQ for him, and Timmy sometimes made
Mike stay and watch.  Timmy also intruded on Mike's afternoon encounters
with other men.  Timmy liked to fuck Mike's tricks.  But if a guy
absolutely would not take it up the ass, Timmy would lie next to Mike and
let the guy fuck him.  This only happened a few times, but Mike thought
that Timmy must be a good bottom because every man that fucked Timmy that
way drained his balls into Timmy's ass instead of Mike's.

       Timmy wasn't into Danny and never fucked Danny.  But the boys were
close and Timmy told Danny that he was fucking Mike.  Danny told Timmy that
he loved me.  Danny made Timmy swear not to tell anybody, but Timmy told
Mike.  Mike didn't want to risk revealing that he was letting Timmy fuck
him, so he didn't tell me about Danny's feelings and figured it was obvious
that Danny was in love with me anyway.  Danny also begged Timmy to get a
pair of my dirty underwear.  Timmy made Mike do this since Mike did the
laundry for all of us.  Both boys seemed to think I had good taste in
underwear, so Timmy made Mike get him a few clean pair.

       Mike heard about almost nothing else but me from Danny ever since
the first day we met at the DQ when Danny was still in the first grade.
When Mike told Danny that I am a civil engineer, Danny forgot about wanting
to be a doctor when he grows up and instead wanted to be a civil engineer.
Danny always asked if I could come over for his birthday, Thanksgiving and
Christmas, and was always depressed for weeks when those days went by
without me coming to the house.  After his first visit to my townhouse,
Danny wanted to move in and wanted me to be his father.  Danny never told
me these things.  He had grown up depending on Mike for everything, and
trusted Mike completely.  Mike always told Danny that everything would work
out someday if Danny kept his ideas between the two of them but that the
Willows had to all stay together until Danny was older.  Mike told Danny
that I couldn't come to their house because I was allergic to their dog,
Felix.  Danny cried with joy when Mrs. Willow told Danny and Timmy that I
would be their new adopted father.  Timmy told Danny that I wasn't their
biological father but Danny insisted that I had to be his real father even
if Timmy didn't think so.  Whenever Danny asked Mike if I was his real
father, Mike told him that he had to wait and someday he would hear
whatever he needed to know from me.

       I already knew that Danny was an intelligent and very patient kid.
But hearing from Mike about how much Danny kept inside him for so long made
me incredibly proud and terribly sad.  I was also deeply confused about
what to do about the fact that Danny loved me like a father but was also in
love with me.  My feelings for Danny were equally complicated as his
feelings for me, and even more so because I also just plain lusted after
his adorable ass like I did so many other cute boys.  I knew that Mike's
sexual relationship with Timmy would make Danny think that a sexual
relationship with me was perfectly natural.  If Mike gave Timmy what Timmy
wanted, I could give Danny what Danny wanted.  Danny never confided in Mike
about his feelings of romantic love and sexual desire for me.  Danny only
told Timmy that he loved me.  It was obvious how Danny felt and what Danny
wanted, and Danny must have known that I could see how much he desired me.
Danny was waiting for me to reciprocate and I realized how hurt he must be
by the constant rejection.

       I was angry at Mike for setting a bad example for Danny through
Timmy, but I was also glad that he did.  Mike and I both knew that the
situation between him and Timmy was different because Timmy didn't attach
any meaning to their sexual relationship.  Timmy was a sexual conquistador
like his mother, but somehow that gene was recessive in Danny despite being
so dominant in both of his biological parents.  Danny didn't want me as a
power play or as a pimp the way Timmy used Mike; he wanted me as a lover.

       While Mike and I were talking about all of that, we realized that
Timmy now knew that I was fucking Mike.  Mike had never told Timmy that he
was having sex with me, but Timmy could put it together from what he saw in
the hallway earlier that night.  The boys had separate bedrooms and we
hadn't heard any talking or noise from upstairs, so we figured that Timmy
had gone straight to bed after he went back upstairs.  But Timmy would
surely spill the beans or maybe even threaten to do so in order to get
sexual favors from Mike or me.  Damn, he might demand my ass in exchange
for his silence the same way that Melody once demanded my dick in exchange
for her silence.

       Mike and I decided that we would have a family meeting over Saturday
breakfast.  Mike always cooked a big meal with pancakes, waffles, eggs, and
bacon or sausage at least one day each weekend.  The boys loved it.  We
would tell Danny and Timmy about me and Mike, even though Timmy already
knew.  And we would tell Timmy that he could continue doing whatever he
wanted with Mike but that I wasn't interested in sex with Timmy.  Danny
already knew all about Timmy and Mike, but he would be heartbroken to learn
about me and Mike.  I had been fucking Mike on and off since he was 12, but
we agreed to stop out of our love for Danny.  We would tell Timmy and Mike
that we sometimes had sex with each other when we were lonely, but that we
weren't going to do it any more.  Mike and I both laughed when Mike asked
me what I would do when I got lonely.  Then Mike got more serious than I
have ever seen him before or since.  He told me that if I acted on my
feelings toward Danny, that I would have to give up all other sex.  No more
Mike.  But also no more Joey, no more Frankie, no more Jeremy.  Mike said
that he thought I could do it, and I said that I thought so, too.

       After getting a few hours of sleep, Mike and I put the plan into
action.  Timmy took it all in stride, and threw in that he wasn't
interested in having sex with me anyway.  Danny was quiet, but he didn't
cry or run away.  Near the end of breakfast, Danny asked me if not having
sex with Mike also meant I was not going to have sex with the boys that I
brought home at night or during the day when I thought nobody was home.  I
was floored and heartbroken.  I thought that I had been discreet, but Danny
had obviously been more aware than I had imagined.  I got up from the
table, came behind Danny's chair, and put my hands on his shoulders. I
looked down at my son, with his fine hair so neatly combed and his sweet
face looking up at me waiting for an answer.  All of the eyes in the room
were on me.

       "Them too, Son," I said as I bent down and kissed Danny on the
forehead.

       "Thanks, Dad," Danny said with no hint of a smile or a frown.

       Mike took care of the dishes, and I went up to my room to take a
nap.  I stared at the ceiling thinking that now I had promised Danny that
there would be no more sex with Mike and no more sex with other boys but
that Danny probably hated me for choosing so many others over him.

       The rest of the weekend went fine, and the following week wore on
with no drama.  I was growing increasingly horny despite masturbating every
morning and night.  Having Mike across the hall wasn't helping.  And now
that their relationship was out in the open, Timmy wasn't as quiet with
Mike's door.  Mike got a visit from Timmy three nights in a row.  The next
week was more of the same, until an early afternoon home from work left me
to sit in the living room wondering what lucky guy was the owner of the SUV
with the child seat in the back parked in my driveway.  Piled next to the
front door were Mike's work shoes, a pair of Timmy's tennis shoes, and a
new pair of large flip-flops.  As I sat on the sofa rubbing my dick, the
front door opened and Danny came racing through, tripping over the pile of
shoes.  Danny hit the tile floor hard, and I ran over to help.  I knelt
down and asked Danny if he was okay, and then I grabbed him under the arms
and helped him up.  Danny seemed fine, but his face was red and there were
tears streaming down his cheeks.

       "Mr. SUV is upstairs with Mike and Timmy," I said.

       Danny analyzed that news and rewarded it with a big smile that
showed all of his perfect white teeth, then he got a bashful look on his
face and his smile turned to a sheepish grin.  I gave Danny another kiss on
the forehead and we went to the kitchen for a soda and sandwich.  We sat
across the table from each other eating and talking about school, and then
Danny picked up his plate and sat in the chair next to me.  We had seemed
to reach a new level of quiet communication.

       That next Friday night became the night that Danny and I had both
been building up to for so long.  Mike usually took care of the boys alone
on Friday nights while I went cruising.  The parking lot next to the
basketball courts at the municipal park is a good spot to find a boy that
needs a lift at closing time.  The boys that don't want to be seen getting
picked up peel off to the woods behind the park and wait for action, which
is plentiful.  If the park is a dry hole, the adult bookstore a few blocks
away never cards to get into the backroom.  The bookstore is called The
Book Box but it is also known as the Boy Box.  It is in a run-down strip
mall that has a couple of vacant store fronts and a couple of other stores
that close at 6:00 PM.  The regulars that arrive on foot or park on a side
street never use the front door because the unmarked back door is always
closed but never locked while the Boy Box is open.  From the backdoor, you
can either take the hallway to the front of the store, or take a detour to
the right and enter the dark rooms.  There is a collection can next to that
entrance, and the owner once told me that guys are very good about using
it.  In fact, the fee from the front of the store is only $5, but the
collection can by the puritan entrance is often filled with $10s and $20s,
and sometimes even $50s.  As their 11:00 PM or midnight curfews approach,
boys stop in for a quickie, or the shy ones that have been observing all
night finally find the courage to join the fun.  There is a line of open
cubicles along one wall.  Guys that are serious about getting fucked hang
all of their clothes on a hook and stand facing the wall or slightly
sideways.  The tops do the same with their back to the wall.  The cubicles
along the other wall work the same way, but are mostly used for oral-only
action.  There are glory holes in all of the cubicles for those that like
it even more anonymous.  On the few occasions when the Boy Box doesn't
deliver, the parking lot at the gay bar is a sure thing.  I have fucked
100s of high school and college boys at the Boy Box.  Over the years, I
have watched some of them turn into regulars and have casually chatted them
up as they continued their passage into early adulthood.  But everybody
knows that what happens in Boy Box stays in Boy Box, so we all play it
cool.

       But this Friday night was not going to be about the park or the Boy
Box.  I volunteered to take all of us out for dinner.  Even Mike was a bit
surprised.  Danny was visibly elated.  Timmy picked a popular pizza place.
Everybody wanted to shower and change before the big dinner, so I made
reservations and headed to my room.  While I was in the shower, I kept
thinking about how happy Danny looked.  I got a big hardon thinking about
Danny even though I had not been thinking about sex with him at that
moment.  But seeing my hardon turned my thoughts to the sexual realm, and I
jacked off thinking about how nice it would be to have Danny naked in the
shower with his ass riding my cock and milking me dry.

       Even with all of the time that I had spent in the shower, I was
ready before Danny and Timmy.  Mike and I sat in the living room for 15
minutes waiting for them.  Danny is a meticulous dresser, so we figured
that he was ironing a dress shirt.  Danny is usually in khakis and a dress
shirt or polo.  His shoes are always polished and his hair is always neatly
combed, with no gel.  Timmy dresses more daring.  If he isn't shirtless, he
is wearing something with a V-neck or no sleeves.  I don't think that Timmy
owns a belt, and even if he did he wouldn't use it to keep his underwear
from showing when he bothers to wear a pair.

       Mike and I were both surprised when Danny and Timmy came downstairs.
Timmy was dressed as usual, wearing a bright orange sleeveless t-shirt and
white shorts.  Danny obviously got dressed with some help from Timmy.  The
boys were close enough in age to share clothes, especially since Timmy was
only a couple of years younger but more muscled.  Danny was wearing a dark
blue t-shirt and white shorts.  The t-shirt was tucked in and Danny was
accessorized with a butch black leather belt that must have come from
Mike's closet.  When he got to the bottom of the stairs, I could also see
that Danny was wearing one of Timmy's chains around his neck, and I could
smell some kind of body wash on him.  We always paired up Mike and Timmy,
me and Danny, and the four of us headed out to my SUV that way.  Timmy
opened the front passenger door but didn't climb in.  Instead, he nodded
for Danny to get up front.  As we drove to the restaurant, I looked at Mike
in the rearview mirror and we exchanged knowing glances that the boys must
have hatched some kind of a scheme of their own.

       The pizza was good, but Danny nervously picked at it most of the
evening.  He sat next to me in the booth, and our legs touched and rubbed
together.  Danny had very light and fine hair on his legs below the knees,
and his skin felt good against mine.  After pizza we stopped at the DQ.
Mike checked on the place while the rest of us piled into a picnic table
and had ice cream.  The banana split and familiar surroundings got Danny
over his nerves.  Sitting next to me, Danny ate with his right hand and
casually let his left hand drop into my lap.  He brushed his little finger
up against my boner a couple of times.

       When we got home, we all lounged in the family room watching some
TV.  I had my arm around Danny and fell asleep with my head on his
shoulder.  That happened quite a bit on weeknights, but was a first for a
Friday night.  Danny poked me in the ribs and said it was bedtime.

       Timmy glared at Danny and yelled "Dude!"

       I don't know what the plan had been, but Danny must not have
deviated.  Anyway, I kissed Danny on the forehead and went upstairs to my
bedroom.  I got undressed and climbed into bed.

       Shortly after falling back asleep, I was awakened by the sound of
voices in the hallway.  Timmy was telling Danny that I wanted him but that
he had to make the first move.  As I sat up in bed to listen, there was a
loud bang on the door.  Before I could say anything, the door flung open,
Danny jumped or was pushed inside, and the door was pulled shut again.  My
15 year-old son was standing near the foot of my bed totally naked.  His
arms were crossed and he was staring at the floor.  Despite looking very
nervous, Danny's penis was semi-erect and casting a shadow upon his smooth
body in the dim light.  Danny just stood there for a minute.  Finally, I
heard Timmy clear his throat out in the hallway.  While he was standing
there, Danny's boner had been getting bigger.  He must have been getting
close to finally crossing the line and Timmy's reminder that he was
expecting Danny to do something snapped Danny to action.

       At long last, Danny looked up at me and softly whispered, "Do you
want me?"

       This was no time for thinking or talking.  I was overwhelmed by the
need to validate my son and show him that I wanted him.  And I was
overwhelmed by the desire to make love to him.  I pulled the sheets back
and leaped out of bed.  My hardon bounced off my stomach as my feet hit the
floor.  I bounded over to Danny and took his hand in mine.  I guided him to
the bed, lifted him up into it, and jumped in next to him.  The moment was
too intense to savor for more than a few seconds.  Danny is 5-7, 120.  He
is 15 but has never needed to shave.  He has very fine light brown hair and
intense green eyes, with a dash of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders.
His lips are darker than one might imagine and his chin is stronger than
one might suspect.  He has a bit of a dimple in his chin, and he has big,
long dimples when he smiles.  The juxtaposition of masculine and feminine
features is alluring.  Danny looks like he will never be a man, but at the
same time he looks like he has always been a wisp of a man.  Danny's torso
is flat and smooth.  He has no noticeable pectoral or shoulder muscles, but
his chest is demarcated by two tiny pink nipples.  His thin arms hang down
his side from pits that have only a smattering of hair and that rarely
sweat.  His ribcage makes lines across his chest and his hipbones stick out
from high on his tiny waist.  His penis might be a little longer than 4
inches but surely does not reach to 5 inches despite an intense state of
arousal, and there is not a hair on the shaft or running along the base.
Danny has a patch of fine blond hair right above his penis, but it doesn't
stretch very far north or east-west.  His small testicles hang in a rumpled
scrotum against his smooth inner thighs.  His thin legs have a bit of very
fine hair below the knee, and his feet are as small and delicate as his
hands.  Mostly all of this I have seen before.  But I have never before
seen Danny's naked erection, and I have only caught very brief glimpses of
his buttocks.  I have never seen what waits between his flawless ass
cheeks, but I intend to find out everything I can about that part of his
anatomy.

       Of course, I have fucked many boys very much like Danny over the
years.  But I was awestruck by Danny.  He looked so much like Mike, and he
was about to give me many years of the same kind of companionship and more
with him.  Danny held his heart open to me, and I was determined to do the
same for him.  I wrapped my arms around Danny's shoulders and pulled him up
against me.

       "I love you, Danny," I said in a trembling voice.

       "Are you okay, Dad," Danny asked.

       Danny didn't understand the depth of emotion that he brought out in
me.  My dick was painfully erect and poking against his side.  I leaned in
and kissed Danny on the lips, penetrating his mouth with my tongue and
positioning my dripping cock to penetrate his ass.

       "I'm great, Son," I reassured Danny.  "We should go slowly, but I
can't wait," I said.

       "I'm ready," Danny said as he instinctively stretched his legs ever
so further apart.  Luckily, I always kept a small bottle of lube under a
bed pillow.  I retrieved it and put a dab on my cock.  I squirted a
generous helping on the palm of my hand and put the bottle down.  I wrapped
my hand around Danny's dick and worked the lube in.  His cock was white
hot.  It was harder than granite but gave way to the touch.  Then I reach
down under Danny and grazed his asshole with my finger, applying lube to
his pucker.  His anus was incredibly smooth and I barely felt a ridge or
wrinkle.  Danny practically jumped off the bed, which made me smile.  In
turn, my smile made Danny smile and relax.  His big dimples emerged as he
fell back onto the bed and involuntarily impaled himself on my finger.
Danny's rectum was so smooth and welcoming.  It was tight, but not like a
vice.  I kissed Danny on the lips again, and I nuzzled the base of his neck
on the way down to his sternum.  The feel of his bones beneath that soft
skin was incredible.  I worked my way over to one of his nipples and
flicked at it with my tongue.  Danny jumped again.  This time my finger was
already way up inside Danny and his convulsion delivered us both a new
sensation as he gripped my finger with his ass and drew it even deeper into
the contours of his inner sanctum.

       I slowly pulled my finger out of Danny and worked the rest of the
lube onto my cock.  I put Danny's feet up onto my shoulders and leaned down
into him with my face and my body.  We kissed as my cock parted his anus
and slowly drove into his waiting boyhole.  There was no hesitation and
there were no pleas to slow down or take it easy.  Danny wanted exactly
what he was getting.  I wish that I could say that I fucked him for hours
that first time, but it was only a few minutes.  Danny was caressing my
neck with his feet and stroking my arms with his hands while I massaged his
ass cheeks and thrust into him.  I saw the redness overtake Danny's face
and shoulders and could see his chest and stomach heaving.  The boy was
about to have a major orgasm without touching himself.  Danny clenched his
teeth and tossed his head to the side.  His feet pushed hard into my neck
and I could feel his toes curl.  His cock was undulating and the head got
dark purple.  I could see his piss slit open wide and I wondered if he was
going to have a dry orgasm.

       That notion was quickly dispelled as Danny blasted a volley of cum
that landed on his face as he screamed out "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"  Another
volley followed the first onto Danny's smooth face, and two or three more
landed on his chest and stomach.  I leaned in and licked and kissed every
drop of Danny's cum off of his face, and then cleaned his torso.  Danny was
only starting to recover from his orgasm while I was devouring his cum, and
he watched as I bent all the way down and cleaned his dick with my mouth.
Danny took my head in his hands and pulled me down onto his cock.  This was
the most aggressive move he made so far, and I couldn't hold back any
longer.  With Danny's still-pulsating cock in my mouth and his delicate
hands stroking the side of my head, I thrust up into Danny and let loose.
I pressed so hard into Danny that his head banged against the headboard.  I
ripped into Danny like there was no tomorrow, and he took it like a champ.
Thrust after thrust, I kept fucking and cumming.  Even after my nuts were
totally drained, I kept fucking Danny.  He was jammed up against the
headboard and by now he had grabbed his feet with his hands and pulled his
legs and ass wide open.  I wrapped my hands around Danny's hands and spread
his legs even wider, continuing the assault.  I knew that by now Danny's
legs were spread wide enough to put him in a bit of pain and that his ass
was pummeled enough to be ready for a rest.  I gave Danny a few more power
strokes and then I slowly positioned Danny comfortably on the bed as I
pulled out of him.  I positioned myself alongside Danny and wrapped my arm
around his shoulders.  We were now just as we had been before the fireworks
started.  Danny looked stunned and a bit puzzled.

       "Are you okay," I asked.  "Yes," Danny said, "but Timmy never told
me that the top gets so animal."  I just smiled and kissed Danny on the
cheek.

       So there we were.  The deed was done and the taboo was broken.
Danny still didn't know that I was his biological father, but he was
perfectly happy to be in the arms of the man that he accepted as his
father.  And I was perfectly happy to have my son by my side.

       Epilogue

       Danny and I are still lovers.  I have never been with anybody but
Danny since that first night.  Danny goes to college about 50 miles from
home, but he pays regular visits.  Danny is the only guy that I have been
truly versatile with.  His smallish dick and gentle style suit my needs
perfect.  The rougher I fuck him, the gentler he is when he returns the
favor.  I fuck him like a bitch in heat, and he showers me with affection.
Every time Danny ejaculates in me, he reinvigorates me.  All of our time
together is special and meaningful for both of us.

       Timmy's bisexuality tendencies subsided, and he now fucks only
women.  He always has a new girl on his arm, or on his cock.  We never
learned the identity of Timmy's father, but Mike and I both give him
whatever love and support we can when he needs it.

       Mike and I bought the DQ where he worked for so long.  He manages
the restaurant stuff and I handle the business side.  Mike still has his
room in the townhouse, but he has been very steady with a handsome guy that
treats him well.

       Mrs. Willow keeps to herself in Florida, and none of us have heard
from Melody.

       I decided to tell Danny the rest of the facts about his parentage in
time for his last Parent's Weekend at college.  I have the feeling that sex
with Danny on that night will be as mind-blowing as our first time
together.