Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2020 12:57:14 +0000 From: J Writer Subject: We All Have Kinks This is a work of fiction, completely made up, any similarity to real people past or present it purely coincidental. As always if you are underage or its illegal for you to read this then don't read it but otherwise I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate any feedback. First let me tell you a bit about myself, my name is Jason I am 29 years old, 6 foot, bit of what is nicely referred to as a "dad-bod" neither fat nor thin, bit of hair on my chest down in a trail to my pubes that I keep tidy but not shaved, decent sized cock, about 7.5 inches but a hefty girth. Brown hair I keep clipped short and a bit of facial hair too long to be called stubble and too short to be really classed as a beard, I have a decent job that brings in a decent wage but not rich and doesn't require me to work too long hours. I consider myself to be 100% straight. That's about it, I guess I am what you would call an average pretty manly guy. I am lucky enough to be married to an amazing woman, Karen, who is a stunning blonde 30 year old, we have been together for 8 years and love each other warts and all, she quite work while the kids where young but has just started back in an office so we have two fair incomes coming in and are comfortable, we have just moved into a fairly small converted farm house that's about a 30 minute drive to the nearest town where we both work and the kids go to school. Between us we have three kids. Scott who has just turned 9 years old, he is mine who I had with my high school girlfriend who's parents told me the only way she wasn't going to have an abortion would be if I took sole responsibility for our child when it was born which I did. He takes after me with the dark hair and average build, he's grown out of his baby fat now and like football so he's starting to get more toned than me. Liam is nearly 9 too, he is Karen's from an old boyfriend who didn't stick around and play dad so left them on their own, like Scott he takes after his dad, tall, slim, fiery red hair and the most stunning green eyes. Finally there is Jake who is just about to turn 7, he is both of ours and I say he's the lucky one because he takes after his mum, naturally slender but not skinny with corn yellow hair and an adorable face that makes everyone melt. We do our best to treat all the kids the same regardless of who their biological parent is but its never that clear cut. Karen always tends to dote that tiny bit more on Liam and Jake then she does Scott and I guess I try to make up for it by giving him a little more attention. So that's us in a nutshell, our happy suburban. Oh one more thing I should mention. I'm a paedophile. Karen knows all about it I told her before we got married in case she wanted to back out but she accepts it as part of me and she helps me fulfil it as a fantasy just like I help her with her kinks, just in a different way. You see Karen is a total voyeur, it drives her wild to watch or be watched. Its not something that really gets me off, I really only have eyes for her but I will do anything for her just like she will do anything for me so when I come home from work and I'm greeted by some strange woman in our house and the kids off at their grandparents for the night I am happy to strip down and get to work on her while Karen watches. She has pushed me to go as far as she wants me to with the voyeurism, for her 30th birthday I came home from work expecting to perform as her birthday treat only to find that she had a man waiting instead of a woman. Really not my thing but like I said I will do anything for her so I stripped off and worked the guy over for her, she said watching me plow another guy was the hottest things she had ever seen. In return Karen plays to my pedo side, she knows if she wants to turn me on she just has to start talking about one of the neighbour kids or about one of our son's friends, she knows I love it when she blind folds me and takes my cock in her arse while describing Liam's best friend Mark or someone from Scott's football team. As you can probably guess from the description, Karen and I have a pretty active sex life, I think the longest we have ever gone without having sex was a week just after Jake was born and Karen was recovering. I was wanking myself stupid every day unable to feel satisfied because I needed the real thing. In the end neither of us could take it any longer and Karen called up some escort she had come a across, and I fucked her for hours while she watched and gave herself orgasm after orgasm. Since then we have never gone longer than a couple of days without but one downside to the move to the farmhouse, which we loved, that neither of us had foreseen was that it hit our extra martial kinks hard. The move from a city to a remote property with a distance from even a smallish town meant that Karen found it harder to find women (or men) for me to fuck for her and I had no neighbour kids to look at. Because of the distance the boys started hanging out with their friends at their houses rather than ours and they would go straight from school which even killed my enjoyment of seeing all our sons friends coming out of the school gates in their messed up uniforms. Karen and I both fucked as much as ever and tried to compensate with more talking about our kinks during sex but with the other loss of the opportunity to act out those fantasies the kink aspect was seriously lacking. We resigned ourselves to this all being the price that we had to pay to have the home and family life that we really wanted and tried to put it on the back burner and compensate where we could. We started having a "date night" once a month, either mine or her parents would have the kids for the night and we would book a hotel in the nearest city for the night so I could give Karen her voyeur fix and with my wife's encouragement I started taking the 3 boys swimming at the council run pool on a Sunday so I could get a look at the local boys in the changing rooms. It wasn't as much as we had before, but it kept us going and more or less satisfied. Things changed about a month before my 30th birthday. I got a call while at work to say my wife had been in an accident it wasn't serious, but she had been to the hospital to get checked out and her mum was taking her home. I panicked instantly and rushed home from work, it turns out that Karen had been feeling horny while I was out and was playing with some of her collection of toys and had fallen while using one and done some internal damage with it. She was more embarrassed than hurt and I had to fight not to laugh about the whole situation (pun intended) that was until she told me the doctor had put a blanket ban on all sexual activity for at least two months until he was convinced that everything was healed inside and no lasting damage. There were my hopes of a hot and horny 30th out the window with lots of boy talk and maybe even some kiddie porn. I know it was a selfish thought and I felt guilty for it instantly so quickly start looking after my wife and making her comfortable, enlisting my still mortified mother in law to pick up the kids from school for me while I started some food for us all. We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. Karen was back on her feet within a few days, but I still tried to fuss over her until I got shouted at for not letting her look after herself. Things pretty much went back to normal apart from me wanking my dick until I thought it was going to fall off and still never feeling satisfied. I tried to hide how hard I was finding it from my wife, but she noticed (of course) and felt more and more guilty by the day. After a couple of weeks, she pressed for us to try something, but it caused her so much pain she ended up having to go back to the doctor the next day who extended her rest period. She of course tried to help in other ways, she blew me so often that I am surprised her throat didn't need to be put on doctors rest, she tried blindfolding me and talking about boys we knew and what I would do to them but no matter how extreme she pushed it (she knows I love it rough) and how many loads she sucked or stroked out of me, I needed to fuck. After three weeks of nothing and me pretending I was ok with it despite walking around with a constant tent in my trousers Karen started to pull out all the stops for me. She's an incredible wife. After dinner she sent the boys upstairs for their usual baths and usually they would then be sent to watch tv or play games in their room while we had a bit of adult time cuddled up on the sofa together watching tv under our blanket. Tonight was different though, as soon as Karen was done with the boys baths she came down and threw the bean bags and blankets on the floor the boys usually used when they had movie nights then slipped under the blanket with me as usual. I questioned her on why she had got the "movie bed" out but she brushed off the question. Shortly after I got my answer when our three sons came running in stark naked and flopped down onto the been bags and Karen put on one of their favourite films that she knew would have them glued to the screen. Three perfect little, hairless boy bums pointed directly at me and I am surprised that my cock didn't tear itself apart I was that hard from seeing it. Don't get me wrong I'm their dad I have seen them naked plenty of times but one of Karen's few rules was "not our three sons" I could leer over any boy I came across, she would even encourage me to do it, she had always said that if I found a boy I could fuck and certainly get away with it then do it but "not our three sons" they were off limits so I made sure I never looked at them. I did all the normal things a dad did, I taught the boys to pee standing up, I had washed them and bathed them, taught them about keeping under their foreskin clean and why sometimes their willies went stiff, most of the time I was rock hard while doing it (I'm only human) but I never crossed the line from teaching to touching and no matter how turned on I was I never went to Karen for sex afterwards, I would calm myself down and distract myself so she knew I wasn't leching after our sons. Now she had just presented what would be my favourite buffet before me and I froze not knowing what to do. It quickly became obvious what I should do as a hand snaked its way under the blanket and deftly found its way into the loose-fitting boxers I usually lounged around in before bed. My wife's warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft and started to stroke me up and down. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what she was doing, all the while my eyes glued to the smooth white mounds of our son's backsides that had been displayed before me. "Shhhh," Karen whispered, interrupting me. "you need this. Just look and enjoy, they wont notice." I relaxed into her grasp and watched those hairless smooth globes move as the boys jiffled around on the bean bags. I shot my first load ridiculously quickly, but she just carried on stroking, rubbing my load into my still hard cock. I didn't think there was any way I would be able to shoot another load again so quickly, I'm not a teenager anymore after all but Karen laughed quietly and whispered "I bet I can get a couple more out of you before the film finishes" What can I say the woman knows my body and knows how to play it? After about twenty minutes of gentle stroking she picked up the pace again and leaned over to breath in my ear so that there was no chance of the boys hearing it over the sound of the film. "Never been touched." She murmured "virgin boy bums. I bet they are so tight you won't be able to get in them. Like that you could take them one after the other. Which one will you save your load for? Do you think they will cry and beg you to stop or will they arch their backs like good boys?" I am surprised my second load didn't shoot the blanket clean off us. I was sure I was spent this time but just before the end of the film while Karen still stroked away at my still hard cock and I was sure nothing could make me shoot again my devil of a wife casually slipped off her engagement ring and flicked it across the floor to roll under the tv unit. "Damn it" Karen cried, "my engagement ring, I am going to have to pull the entertainment centre out tomorrow now to find it. Can you boys see if you can reach Mummy's ring with your smaller hands?" Almost in unison, I swear it could have been choreographed, 3 preteen naked boy bums stuck up in the air as all three dived to compete to look under the unit and be the one to rescue the ring. Three tiny pink little boy holes were presented from between now spread cheeks. I tried to bite my tongue as I came but I know I moaned so loudly the boys must have heard it but only Scott turned around to see what the noise was. "have you got it Scotty?" Karen asked excitedly and he quickly turned back with his brothers to try to get his hand into the small gap. "We will find it in morning, its time for bed" I said loudly and the delicious presentation was suddenly over but I murmured to my wife as the boys packed up the bean bags "before I lose control and am no longer responsible for my actions." That night after the kids had been tucked in bed (by my wife, I still didn't think I could trust myself with them naked and alone after that evening) Karen and I cuddled up together and I asked her where all of that came from. She told me between kisses that she knew I had needed it and I had always made her sexual satisfaction my priority, I had had fucked men for her pleasure even though the idea did nothing for me at all and so she would always do the same when I needed it. "I nearly lost control" I whispered softly half to myself. "You didn't though, and I pushed you right to the brink with it. Jack off looking at them all you want baby; I know from tonight that you can control yourself even when its virtually offered on a plate to you. I will do whatever I need to, to get you through these months." Things changed slightly after that. For the next week or so I relaxed a bit more and enjoyed the boys a bit more. It wasn't uncommon for Karen to come to bed and find me stood in the door way to our sons room, naked, wanking as I looked at one of their naked bodies, she even went in and turned down the covers on Scott's bed one night so I could get a better view of his little stiffy sticking out proud from his hairless crotch then knelt in front of me and sucked my cock while I leered at my naked 9 year old son. But Karen was right, I always had the control to stop at looking. The day of my 30th birthday I had to work but when I returned home I was greeted by a beautiful meal prepared by my beautiful wife and joined in eating it by our beautiful sons who all three jumped on me with big hugs and kisses the minute I walked through the door. Karen kept my wine glass topped up and served all my favourite things, she even allowed the boys a small glass of wine which she normally never would condone but a little later I caught her sneaking a little more into Liam and Jake's glasses. I didn't like her playing favourites like that, but she made sure that Scott didn't see it and I didn't totally approve of any of them being given wine anyway, so I let it slide. After dinner we all cuddled up to watch a movie together and Karen slipped me some more wine, I was starting to feel that warm sensation that told me it was close to the time to call it a night. Liam and Jake seemed to have fallen asleep anyway, perhaps two tiny glasses of wine was enough to knock them out but I was surprised. Scott was still wide awake and nagging for another movie. We compromised with me carrying the two younger boys to bed and Scott being allowed to stay up for another hour watching TV with Karen while I got undressed and virtually passed out on our bed. I woke up about an hour later slightly groggy but a bit more sober than I was. Karen was leaning over me stroking my face to wake me up. "Don't go to sleep before I give you your birthday present, love" she murmured to me, her face and cascading blond hair filling my vision. My cock sprang to full attention, we always knew what our birthday presents to each other where. I hesitated, this year I couldn't get my usual present, sex was off the table. I was just about to ask when she kissed me and stole my words away then all of a sudden she was gone, pulling away from me and darting across the room to the bedroom door. It was then that I noticed Scott stood in the corner of the bedroom. My boy was completely naked and looked a wild combination of scared, nervous, excited and determined. I looked across at Karen unsure what was happening and still a little fuzzy. "The other two wont wake up so be as loud as you want." Karen said with a small smile. "You can make him be as loud as you want. Its your birthday you get what you want on your birthday just like I did. He's your son, time to claim him fully. Time to drop the control" With that she blew me a kiss and then blew one to Scott too and told him to remember what she told him, be a good boy and try his best. The door closed behind her and I stared at the naked boy stood in front of me. My son. My 9 year old son. "What did your mum tell you?" I asked quietly, holding onto my control by my fingertips by now, my cock so hard it hurt. "That I wont like it" Scott said trying to put on his usual cocky nonchalance but I could detect a bit of a quiver in his voice. Scared. I looked at his little boy dick that was slightly swelled up. Excited too. "she didn't tell me anything else. Just that I wouldn't like it. It will hurt. But I had to prove how much I love you, daddy and be a big boy and after a few times I might like it." I just sat and stared at him for a long moment not daring to move then he smiled that gorgeous, sweet innocent smile and said "I love you daddy, I can be a big boy." My control shattered. I leapt off the bed so fast Scott flinched away but couldn't go anywhere except to press himself up against the wall. I grabbed him gently and lifted him into my arms and jumped both of us onto the bed. The moment we landed my hands where roving all over his body, feeling its soft warm smoothness that I had denied myself the feel of since is produced him with my cum. I stroked his tiny willy until it sprang up stiff, grabbed his little bum in one hand and kneaded it, all the while kissing and licking every inch of his little body. I licked his neck and down across his chest, sucking on the tiny dots of his nipples. I lifted his arms and licked his pits, marvelled at how smooth they were, even women who waxed theirs its never this smooth, I made me want to go down. My tongue tailed across tight flat belly and he squirmed giggling telling me I tickled but his giggles dropped to a cry of shock when I got further down and engulfed it little pencil and nuts in my mouth all together and tongue bathed them. My mouth moved down past his tight little balls and I lifted his leg to expose his tiny little hole. Its was tight and pink, I stared at it for the longest time. I swiped tongue across it and Scott gasped, I lapped at it a little more then sat back to gaze at it again. Tight. Pink. Hairless. Virgin. Boy. The last bit of self control fled me, I gripped Scott's legs and flipped him over, he laughed with glee like we were wrestling. I scanned around the room and saw a tube of lube on the bedside cabinet (Karen had thought of everything it seems) I squirted a generous amount onto my sons wet hole then rubbed more into my engorged cock. I laid down over my sons little body and felt my flared cock head pressed hard against the slimy tight ring of muscle or my boys bum hole. I pressed down hard onto his body holding him in place, kissed the back of his head and murmured "time to be a big boy Scotty, be brave I wont last long." With my final word I pushed in hard. I had to go hard and deep to break through his clamped down little hole. That's what I am telling myself but I know part of me liked the idea of it being rough, if I was going to break and do this I was doing it properly. Scott screamed as I bottomed out in his tight hole, I held him down and started ramming into his 9 year old bum and fucked him hard and deep and fast. I held him down as he struggled and picked up my pace really slamming him as I felt my load churning in my balls already. I wanted to last longer, I wanted to savour this, his first time, my first time but I could hold back and before long I was filling his pre teen bum with the cum that had created him. I collapsed on top of my boy trying to catch my breath from the most amazing fuck ever. I could feel Scott shaking beneath me, no doubt crying his poor little eyes out. Part of me felt broken that I had caused him so much distress but another part of me want to ram back into him and make it last longer this time. I was spent though. Even with a naked boy beneath me I couldn't have raised a hardon even if Scott begged for it. It took me a few minutes but eventually I came back to myself enough to start to comfort him, he clung to me burying his face in my chest and balled while I cuddled him. His tears eventually subsided and we cuddled up in bed together. Karen slipped into the room to see if everything was ok, she knew from the look on my face I was still coming down from cloud 9. She quickly checked over Scott, checked there were no marks, he hole wasn't torn or damaged. "He'll be fine" My wife said stroking his hair affectionately. "you two sleep in here tonight I will climb in his bed. He needs to get used to it as soon as possible so you can both enjoy it." After she left Scott stirred out of his half sleep and nuzzled into my chest. "Did I do good daddy?" He asked quietly "You did great baby boy, are you ok?" "It hurt daddy. It really hurt. Did I make you happy?" I pulled his naked body close and started to spoon him, kissing his neck and shoulders. "You did make me happy Scotty. It will hurt the next few times but you will learn to take it easier and you will start to enjoy it too. I wont be as rough next time." "Next time?" Scott said stiffening, tears coming to his eyes once again. I sighed, my body aching for rest but I wrapped an arm around his small body and pressed my rehardened cock back into his sore stretched hole. He began to cry again but I was gentle with him and kissed him and told him how much I loved him, he still cried but he leaned back into me and stretched back to kiss me on the lips, my tongue slipped into his mouth. "It still hurts daddy" Scott panted. "but I love you" "I love you too my little boy, it wont hurt every time. Just sometimes." I came deep inside him again and this time his tears ended faster and he cuddled up to me quicker. "Next time it will be better daddy. I will like it more next time" Part 2 coming soon. If you enjoyed it please let me know storywriter83@outlook.com This is a work of fiction, completely made up, any similarity to real people past or present it purely coincidental. As always if you are underage or its illegal for you to read this then don't read it but otherwise I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate any feedback. First let me tell you a bit about myself, my name is Jason I am 29 years old, 6 foot, bit of what is nicely referred to as a "dad-bod" neither fat nor thin, bit of hair on my chest down in a trail to my pubes that I keep tidy but not shaved, decent sized cock, about 7.5 inches but a hefty girth. Brown hair I keep clipped short and a bit of facial hair too long to be called stubble and too short to be really classed as a beard, I have a decent job that brings in a decent wage but not rich and doesn't require me to work too long hours. I consider myself to be 100% straight. That's about it, I guess I am what you would call an average pretty manly guy. I am lucky enough to be married to an amazing woman, Karen, who is a stunning blonde 30 year old, we have been together for 8 years and love each other warts and all, she quite work while the kids where young but has just started back in an office so we have two fair incomes coming in and are comfortable, we have just moved into a fairly small converted farm house that's about a 30 minute drive to the nearest town where we both work and the kids go to school. Between us we have three kids. Scott who has just turned 9 years old, he is mine who I had with my high school girlfriend who's parents told me the only way she wasn't going to have an abortion would be if I took sole responsibility for our child when it was born which I did. He takes after me with the dark hair and average build, he's grown out of his baby fat now and like football so he's starting to get more toned than me. Liam is nearly 9 too, he is Karen's from an old boyfriend who didn't stick around and play dad so left them on their own, like Scott he takes after his dad, tall, slim, fiery red hair and the most stunning green eyes. Finally there is Jake who is just about to turn 7, he is both of ours and I say he's the lucky one because he takes after his mum, naturally slender but not skinny with corn yellow hair and an adorable face that makes everyone melt. We do our best to treat all the kids the same regardless of who their biological parent is but its never that clear cut. Karen always tends to dote that tiny bit more on Liam and Jake then she does Scott and I guess I try to make up for it by giving him a little more attention. So that's us in a nutshell, our happy suburban. Oh one more thing I should mention. I'm a paedophile. Karen knows all about it I told her before we got married in case she wanted to back out but she accepts it as part of me and she helps me fulfil it as a fantasy just like I help her with her kinks, just in a different way. You see Karen is a total voyeur, it drives her wild to watch or be watched. Its not something that really gets me off, I really only have eyes for her but I will do anything for her just like she will do anything for me so when I come home from work and I'm greeted by some strange woman in our house and the kids off at their grandparents for the night I am happy to strip down and get to work on her while Karen watches. She has pushed me to go as far as she wants me to with the voyeurism, for her 30th birthday I came home from work expecting to perform as her birthday treat only to find that she had a man waiting instead of a woman. Really not my thing but like I said I will do anything for her so I stripped off and worked the guy over for her, she said watching me plow another guy was the hottest things she had ever seen. In return Karen plays to my pedo side, she knows if she wants to turn me on she just has to start talking about one of the neighbour kids or about one of our son's friends, she knows I love it when she blind folds me and takes my cock in her arse while describing Liam's best friend Mark or someone from Scott's football team. As you can probably guess from the description, Karen and I have a pretty active sex life, I think the longest we have ever gone without having sex was a week just after Jake was born and Karen was recovering. I was wanking myself stupid every day unable to feel satisfied because I needed the real thing. In the end neither of us could take it any longer and Karen called up some escort she had come a across, and I fucked her for hours while she watched and gave herself orgasm after orgasm. Since then we have never gone longer than a couple of days without but one downside to the move to the farmhouse, which we loved, that neither of us had foreseen was that it hit our extra martial kinks hard. The move from a city to a remote property with a distance from even a smallish town meant that Karen found it harder to find women (or men) for me to fuck for her and I had no neighbour kids to look at. Because of the distance the boys started hanging out with their friends at their houses rather than ours and they would go straight from school which even killed my enjoyment of seeing all our sons friends coming out of the school gates in their messed up uniforms. Karen and I both fucked as much as ever and tried to compensate with more talking about our kinks during sex but with the other loss of the opportunity to act out those fantasies the kink aspect was seriously lacking. We resigned ourselves to this all being the price that we had to pay to have the home and family life that we really wanted and tried to put it on the back burner and compensate where we could. We started having a "date night" once a month, either mine or her parents would have the kids for the night and we would book a hotel in the nearest city for the night so I could give Karen her voyeur fix and with my wife's encouragement I started taking the 3 boys swimming at the council run pool on a Sunday so I could get a look at the local boys in the changing rooms. It wasn't as much as we had before, but it kept us going and more or less satisfied. Things changed about a month before my 30th birthday. I got a call while at work to say my wife had been in an accident it wasn't serious, but she had been to the hospital to get checked out and her mum was taking her home. I panicked instantly and rushed home from work, it turns out that Karen had been feeling horny while I was out and was playing with some of her collection of toys and had fallen while using one and done some internal damage with it. She was more embarrassed than hurt and I had to fight not to laugh about the whole situation (pun intended) that was until she told me the doctor had put a blanket ban on all sexual activity for at least two months until he was convinced that everything was healed inside and no lasting damage. There were my hopes of a hot and horny 30th out the window with lots of boy talk and maybe even some kiddie porn. I know it was a selfish thought and I felt guilty for it instantly so quickly start looking after my wife and making her comfortable, enlisting my still mortified mother in law to pick up the kids from school for me while I started some food for us all. We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. Karen was back on her feet within a few days, but I still tried to fuss over her until I got shouted at for not letting her look after herself. Things pretty much went back to normal apart from me wanking my dick until I thought it was going to fall off and still never feeling satisfied. I tried to hide how hard I was finding it from my wife, but she noticed (of course) and felt more and more guilty by the day. After a couple of weeks, she pressed for us to try something, but it caused her so much pain she ended up having to go back to the doctor the next day who extended her rest period. She of course tried to help in other ways, she blew me so often that I am surprised her throat didn't need to be put on doctors rest, she tried blindfolding me and talking about boys we knew and what I would do to them but no matter how extreme she pushed it (she knows I love it rough) and how many loads she sucked or stroked out of me, I needed to fuck. After three weeks of nothing and me pretending I was ok with it despite walking around with a constant tent in my trousers Karen started to pull out all the stops for me. She's an incredible wife. After dinner she sent the boys upstairs for their usual baths and usually they would then be sent to watch tv or play games in their room while we had a bit of adult time cuddled up on the sofa together watching tv under our blanket. Tonight was different though, as soon as Karen was done with the boys baths she came down and threw the bean bags and blankets on the floor the boys usually used when they had movie nights then slipped under the blanket with me as usual. I questioned her on why she had got the "movie bed" out but she brushed off the question. Shortly after I got my answer when our three sons came running in stark naked and flopped down onto the been bags and Karen put on one of their favourite films that she knew would have them glued to the screen. Three perfect little, hairless boy bums pointed directly at me and I am surprised that my cock didn't tear itself apart I was that hard from seeing it. Don't get me wrong I'm their dad I have seen them naked plenty of times but one of Karen's few rules was "not our three sons" I could leer over any boy I came across, she would even encourage me to do it, she had always said that if I found a boy I could fuck and certainly get away with it then do it but "not our three sons" they were off limits so I made sure I never looked at them. I did all the normal things a dad did, I taught the boys to pee standing up, I had washed them and bathed them, taught them about keeping under their foreskin clean and why sometimes their willies went stiff, most of the time I was rock hard while doing it (I'm only human) but I never crossed the line from teaching to touching and no matter how turned on I was I never went to Karen for sex afterwards, I would calm myself down and distract myself so she knew I wasn't leching after our sons. Now she had just presented what would be my favourite buffet before me and I froze not knowing what to do. It quickly became obvious what I should do as a hand snaked its way under the blanket and deftly found its way into the loose-fitting boxers I usually lounged around in before bed. My wife's warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft and started to stroke me up and down. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what she was doing, all the while my eyes glued to the smooth white mounds of our son's backsides that had been displayed before me. "Shhhh," Karen whispered, interrupting me. "you need this. Just look and enjoy, they wont notice." I relaxed into her grasp and watched those hairless smooth globes move as the boys jiffled around on the bean bags. I shot my first load ridiculously quickly, but she just carried on stroking, rubbing my load into my still hard cock. I didn't think there was any way I would be able to shoot another load again so quickly, I'm not a teenager anymore after all but Karen laughed quietly and whispered "I bet I can get a couple more out of you before the film finishes" What can I say the woman knows my body and knows how to play it? After about twenty minutes of gentle stroking she picked up the pace again and leaned over to breath in my ear so that there was no chance of the boys hearing it over the sound of the film. "Never been touched." She murmured "virgin boy bums. I bet they are so tight you won't be able to get in them. Like that you could take them one after the other. Which one will you save your load for? Do you think they will cry and beg you to stop or will they arch their backs like good boys?" I am surprised my second load didn't shoot the blanket clean off us. I was sure I was spent this time but just before the end of the film while Karen still stroked away at my still hard cock and I was sure nothing could make me shoot again my devil of a wife casually slipped off her engagement ring and flicked it across the floor to roll under the tv unit. "Damn it" Karen cried, "my engagement ring, I am going to have to pull the entertainment centre out tomorrow now to find it. Can you boys see if you can reach Mummy's ring with your smaller hands?" Almost in unison, I swear it could have been choreographed, 3 preteen naked boy bums stuck up in the air as all three dived to compete to look under the unit and be the one to rescue the ring. Three tiny pink little boy holes were presented from between now spread cheeks. I tried to bite my tongue as I came but I know I moaned so loudly the boys must have heard it but only Scott turned around to see what the noise was. "have you got it Scotty?" Karen asked excitedly and he quickly turned back with his brothers to try to get his hand into the small gap. "We will find it in morning, its time for bed" I said loudly and the delicious presentation was suddenly over but I murmured to my wife as the boys packed up the bean bags "before I lose control and am no longer responsible for my actions." That night after the kids had been tucked in bed (by my wife, I still didn't think I could trust myself with them naked and alone after that evening) Karen and I cuddled up together and I asked her where all of that came from. She told me between kisses that she knew I had needed it and I had always made her sexual satisfaction my priority, I had had fucked men for her pleasure even though the idea did nothing for me at all and so she would always do the same when I needed it. "I nearly lost control" I whispered softly half to myself. "You didn't though, and I pushed you right to the brink with it. Jack off looking at them all you want baby; I know from tonight that you can control yourself even when its virtually offered on a plate to you. I will do whatever I need to, to get you through these months." Things changed slightly after that. For the next week or so I relaxed a bit more and enjoyed the boys a bit more. It wasn't uncommon for Karen to come to bed and find me stood in the door way to our sons room, naked, wanking as I looked at one of their naked bodies, she even went in and turned down the covers on Scott's bed one night so I could get a better view of his little stiffy sticking out proud from his hairless crotch then knelt in front of me and sucked my cock while I leered at my naked 9 year old son. But Karen was right, I always had the control to stop at looking. The day of my 30th birthday I had to work but when I returned home I was greeted by a beautiful meal prepared by my beautiful wife and joined in eating it by our beautiful sons who all three jumped on me with big hugs and kisses the minute I walked through the door. Karen kept my wine glass topped up and served all my favourite things, she even allowed the boys a small glass of wine which she normally never would condone but a little later I caught her sneaking a little more into Liam and Jake's glasses. I didn't like her playing favourites like that, but she made sure that Scott didn't see it and I didn't totally approve of any of them being given wine anyway, so I let it slide. After dinner we all cuddled up to watch a movie together and Karen slipped me some more wine, I was starting to feel that warm sensation that told me it was close to the time to call it a night. Liam and Jake seemed to have fallen asleep anyway, perhaps two tiny glasses of wine was enough to knock them out but I was surprised. Scott was still wide awake and nagging for another movie. We compromised with me carrying the two younger boys to bed and Scott being allowed to stay up for another hour watching TV with Karen while I got undressed and virtually passed out on our bed. I woke up about an hour later slightly groggy but a bit more sober than I was. Karen was leaning over me stroking my face to wake me up. "Don't go to sleep before I give you your birthday present, love" she murmured to me, her face and cascading blond hair filling my vision. My cock sprang to full attention, we always knew what our birthday presents to each other where. I hesitated, this year I couldn't get my usual present, sex was off the table. I was just about to ask when she kissed me and stole my words away then all of a sudden she was gone, pulling away from me and darting across the room to the bedroom door. It was then that I noticed Scott stood in the corner of the bedroom. My boy was completely naked and looked a wild combination of scared, nervous, excited and determined. I looked across at Karen unsure what was happening and still a little fuzzy. "The other two wont wake up so be as loud as you want." Karen said with a small smile. "You can make him be as loud as you want. Its your birthday you get what you want on your birthday just like I did. He's your son, time to claim him fully. Time to drop the control" With that she blew me a kiss and then blew one to Scott too and told him to remember what she told him, be a good boy and try his best. The door closed behind her and I stared at the naked boy stood in front of me. My son. My 9 year old son. "What did your mum tell you?" I asked quietly, holding onto my control by my fingertips by now, my cock so hard it hurt. "That I wont like it" Scott said trying to put on his usual cocky nonchalance but I could detect a bit of a quiver in his voice. Scared. I looked at his little boy dick that was slightly swelled up. Excited too. "she didn't tell me anything else. Just that I wouldn't like it. It will hurt. But I had to prove how much I love you, daddy and be a big boy and after a few times I might like it." I just sat and stared at him for a long moment not daring to move then he smiled that gorgeous, sweet innocent smile and said "I love you daddy, I can be a big boy." My control shattered. I leapt off the bed so fast Scott flinched away but couldn't go anywhere except to press himself up against the wall. I grabbed him gently and lifted him into my arms and jumped both of us onto the bed. The moment we landed my hands where roving all over his body, feeling its soft warm smoothness that I had denied myself the feel of since is produced him with my cum. I stroked his tiny willy until it sprang up stiff, grabbed his little bum in one hand and kneaded it, all the while kissing and licking every inch of his little body. I licked his neck and down across his chest, sucking on the tiny dots of his nipples. I lifted his arms and licked his pits, marvelled at how smooth they were, even women who waxed theirs its never this smooth, I made me want to go down. My tongue tailed across tight flat belly and he squirmed giggling telling me I tickled but his giggles dropped to a cry of shock when I got further down and engulfed it little pencil and nuts in my mouth all together and tongue bathed them. My mouth moved down past his tight little balls and I lifted his leg to expose his tiny little hole. Its was tight and pink, I stared at it for the longest time. I swiped tongue across it and Scott gasped, I lapped at it a little more then sat back to gaze at it again. Tight. Pink. Hairless. Virgin. Boy. The last bit of self control fled me, I gripped Scott's legs and flipped him over, he laughed with glee like we were wrestling. I scanned around the room and saw a tube of lube on the bedside cabinet (Karen had thought of everything it seems) I squirted a generous amount onto my sons wet hole then rubbed more into my engorged cock. I laid down over my sons little body and felt my flared cock head pressed hard against the slimy tight ring of muscle or my boys bum hole. I pressed down hard onto his body holding him in place, kissed the back of his head and murmured "time to be a big boy Scotty, be brave I wont last long." With my final word I pushed in hard. I had to go hard and deep to break through his clamped down little hole. That's what I am telling myself but I know part of me liked the idea of it being rough, if I was going to break and do this I was doing it properly. Scott screamed as I bottomed out in his tight hole, I held him down and started ramming into his 9 year old bum and fucked him hard and deep and fast. I held him down as he struggled and picked up my pace really slamming him as I felt my load churning in my balls already. I wanted to last longer, I wanted to savour this, his first time, my first time but I could hold back and before long I was filling his pre teen bum with the cum that had created him. I collapsed on top of my boy trying to catch my breath from the most amazing fuck ever. I could feel Scott shaking beneath me, no doubt crying his poor little eyes out. Part of me felt broken that I had caused him so much distress but another part of me want to ram back into him and make it last longer this time. I was spent though. Even with a naked boy beneath me I couldn't have raised a hardon even if Scott begged for it. It took me a few minutes but eventually I came back to myself enough to start to comfort him, he clung to me burying his face in my chest and balled while I cuddled him. His tears eventually subsided and we cuddled up in bed together. Karen slipped into the room to see if everything was ok, she knew from the look on my face I was still coming down from cloud 9. She quickly checked over Scott, checked there were no marks, he hole wasn't torn or damaged. "He'll be fine" My wife said stroking his hair affectionately. "you two sleep in here tonight I will climb in his bed. He needs to get used to it as soon as possible so you can both enjoy it." After she left Scott stirred out of his half sleep and nuzzled into my chest. "Did I do good daddy?" He asked quietly "You did great baby boy, are you ok?" "It hurt daddy. It really hurt. Did I make you happy?" I pulled his naked body close and started to spoon him, kissing his neck and shoulders. "You did make me happy Scotty. It will hurt the next few times but you will learn to take it easier and you will start to enjoy it too. I wont be as rough next time." "Next time?" Scott said stiffening, tears coming to his eyes once again. I sighed, my body aching for rest but I wrapped an arm around his small body and pressed my rehardened cock back into his sore stretched hole. He began to cry again but I was gentle with him and kissed him and told him how much I loved him, he still cried but he leaned back into me and stretched back to kiss me on the lips, my tongue slipped into his mouth. "It still hurts daddy" Scott panted. "but I love you" "I love you too my little boy, it wont hurt every time. Just sometimes." I came deep inside him again and this time his tears ended faster and he cuddled up to me quicker. "Next time it will be better daddy. I will like it more next time" Part 2 coming soon. If you enjoyed it please let me know storywriter83@outlook.com This is a work of fiction, completely made up, any similarity to real people past or present it purely coincidental. As always if you are underage or its illegal for you to read this then don't read it but otherwise I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate any feedback. First let me tell you a bit about myself, my name is Jason I am 29 years old, 6 foot, bit of what is nicely referred to as a "dad-bod" neither fat nor thin, bit of hair on my chest down in a trail to my pubes that I keep tidy but not shaved, decent sized cock, about 7.5 inches but a hefty girth. Brown hair I keep clipped short and a bit of facial hair too long to be called stubble and too short to be really classed as a beard, I have a decent job that brings in a decent wage but not rich and doesn't require me to work too long hours. I consider myself to be 100% straight. That's about it, I guess I am what you would call an average pretty manly guy. I am lucky enough to be married to an amazing woman, Karen, who is a stunning blonde 30 year old, we have been together for 8 years and love each other warts and all, she quite work while the kids where young but has just started back in an office so we have two fair incomes coming in and are comfortable, we have just moved into a fairly small converted farm house that's about a 30 minute drive to the nearest town where we both work and the kids go to school. Between us we have three kids. Scott who has just turned 9 years old, he is mine who I had with my high school girlfriend who's parents told me the only way she wasn't going to have an abortion would be if I took sole responsibility for our child when it was born which I did. He takes after me with the dark hair and average build, he's grown out of his baby fat now and like football so he's starting to get more toned than me. Liam is nearly 9 too, he is Karen's from an old boyfriend who didn't stick around and play dad so left them on their own, like Scott he takes after his dad, tall, slim, fiery red hair and the most stunning green eyes. Finally there is Jake who is just about to turn 7, he is both of ours and I say he's the lucky one because he takes after his mum, naturally slender but not skinny with corn yellow hair and an adorable face that makes everyone melt. We do our best to treat all the kids the same regardless of who their biological parent is but its never that clear cut. Karen always tends to dote that tiny bit more on Liam and Jake then she does Scott and I guess I try to make up for it by giving him a little more attention. So that's us in a nutshell, our happy suburban. Oh one more thing I should mention. I'm a paedophile. Karen knows all about it I told her before we got married in case she wanted to back out but she accepts it as part of me and she helps me fulfil it as a fantasy just like I help her with her kinks, just in a different way. You see Karen is a total voyeur, it drives her wild to watch or be watched. Its not something that really gets me off, I really only have eyes for her but I will do anything for her just like she will do anything for me so when I come home from work and I'm greeted by some strange woman in our house and the kids off at their grandparents for the night I am happy to strip down and get to work on her while Karen watches. She has pushed me to go as far as she wants me to with the voyeurism, for her 30th birthday I came home from work expecting to perform as her birthday treat only to find that she had a man waiting instead of a woman. Really not my thing but like I said I will do anything for her so I stripped off and worked the guy over for her, she said watching me plow another guy was the hottest things she had ever seen. In return Karen plays to my pedo side, she knows if she wants to turn me on she just has to start talking about one of the neighbour kids or about one of our son's friends, she knows I love it when she blind folds me and takes my cock in her arse while describing Liam's best friend Mark or someone from Scott's football team. As you can probably guess from the description, Karen and I have a pretty active sex life, I think the longest we have ever gone without having sex was a week just after Jake was born and Karen was recovering. I was wanking myself stupid every day unable to feel satisfied because I needed the real thing. In the end neither of us could take it any longer and Karen called up some escort she had come a across, and I fucked her for hours while she watched and gave herself orgasm after orgasm. Since then we have never gone longer than a couple of days without but one downside to the move to the farmhouse, which we loved, that neither of us had foreseen was that it hit our extra martial kinks hard. The move from a city to a remote property with a distance from even a smallish town meant that Karen found it harder to find women (or men) for me to fuck for her and I had no neighbour kids to look at. Because of the distance the boys started hanging out with their friends at their houses rather than ours and they would go straight from school which even killed my enjoyment of seeing all our sons friends coming out of the school gates in their messed up uniforms. Karen and I both fucked as much as ever and tried to compensate with more talking about our kinks during sex but with the other loss of the opportunity to act out those fantasies the kink aspect was seriously lacking. We resigned ourselves to this all being the price that we had to pay to have the home and family life that we really wanted and tried to put it on the back burner and compensate where we could. We started having a "date night" once a month, either mine or her parents would have the kids for the night and we would book a hotel in the nearest city for the night so I could give Karen her voyeur fix and with my wife's encouragement I started taking the 3 boys swimming at the council run pool on a Sunday so I could get a look at the local boys in the changing rooms. It wasn't as much as we had before, but it kept us going and more or less satisfied. Things changed about a month before my 30th birthday. I got a call while at work to say my wife had been in an accident it wasn't serious, but she had been to the hospital to get checked out and her mum was taking her home. I panicked instantly and rushed home from work, it turns out that Karen had been feeling horny while I was out and was playing with some of her collection of toys and had fallen while using one and done some internal damage with it. She was more embarrassed than hurt and I had to fight not to laugh about the whole situation (pun intended) that was until she told me the doctor had put a blanket ban on all sexual activity for at least two months until he was convinced that everything was healed inside and no lasting damage. There were my hopes of a hot and horny 30th out the window with lots of boy talk and maybe even some kiddie porn. I know it was a selfish thought and I felt guilty for it instantly so quickly start looking after my wife and making her comfortable, enlisting my still mortified mother in law to pick up the kids from school for me while I started some food for us all. We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. Karen was back on her feet within a few days, but I still tried to fuss over her until I got shouted at for not letting her look after herself. Things pretty much went back to normal apart from me wanking my dick until I thought it was going to fall off and still never feeling satisfied. I tried to hide how hard I was finding it from my wife, but she noticed (of course) and felt more and more guilty by the day. After a couple of weeks, she pressed for us to try something, but it caused her so much pain she ended up having to go back to the doctor the next day who extended her rest period. She of course tried to help in other ways, she blew me so often that I am surprised her throat didn't need to be put on doctors rest, she tried blindfolding me and talking about boys we knew and what I would do to them but no matter how extreme she pushed it (she knows I love it rough) and how many loads she sucked or stroked out of me, I needed to fuck. After three weeks of nothing and me pretending I was ok with it despite walking around with a constant tent in my trousers Karen started to pull out all the stops for me. She's an incredible wife. After dinner she sent the boys upstairs for their usual baths and usually they would then be sent to watch tv or play games in their room while we had a bit of adult time cuddled up on the sofa together watching tv under our blanket. Tonight was different though, as soon as Karen was done with the boys baths she came down and threw the bean bags and blankets on the floor the boys usually used when they had movie nights then slipped under the blanket with me as usual. I questioned her on why she had got the "movie bed" out but she brushed off the question. Shortly after I got my answer when our three sons came running in stark naked and flopped down onto the been bags and Karen put on one of their favourite films that she knew would have them glued to the screen. Three perfect little, hairless boy bums pointed directly at me and I am surprised that my cock didn't tear itself apart I was that hard from seeing it. Don't get me wrong I'm their dad I have seen them naked plenty of times but one of Karen's few rules was "not our three sons" I could leer over any boy I came across, she would even encourage me to do it, she had always said that if I found a boy I could fuck and certainly get away with it then do it but "not our three sons" they were off limits so I made sure I never looked at them. I did all the normal things a dad did, I taught the boys to pee standing up, I had washed them and bathed them, taught them about keeping under their foreskin clean and why sometimes their willies went stiff, most of the time I was rock hard while doing it (I'm only human) but I never crossed the line from teaching to touching and no matter how turned on I was I never went to Karen for sex afterwards, I would calm myself down and distract myself so she knew I wasn't leching after our sons. Now she had just presented what would be my favourite buffet before me and I froze not knowing what to do. It quickly became obvious what I should do as a hand snaked its way under the blanket and deftly found its way into the loose-fitting boxers I usually lounged around in before bed. My wife's warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft and started to stroke me up and down. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what she was doing, all the while my eyes glued to the smooth white mounds of our son's backsides that had been displayed before me. "Shhhh," Karen whispered, interrupting me. "you need this. Just look and enjoy, they wont notice." I relaxed into her grasp and watched those hairless smooth globes move as the boys jiffled around on the bean bags. I shot my first load ridiculously quickly, but she just carried on stroking, rubbing my load into my still hard cock. I didn't think there was any way I would be able to shoot another load again so quickly, I'm not a teenager anymore after all but Karen laughed quietly and whispered "I bet I can get a couple more out of you before the film finishes" What can I say the woman knows my body and knows how to play it? After about twenty minutes of gentle stroking she picked up the pace again and leaned over to breath in my ear so that there was no chance of the boys hearing it over the sound of the film. "Never been touched." She murmured "virgin boy bums. I bet they are so tight you won't be able to get in them. Like that you could take them one after the other. Which one will you save your load for? Do you think they will cry and beg you to stop or will they arch their backs like good boys?" I am surprised my second load didn't shoot the blanket clean off us. I was sure I was spent this time but just before the end of the film while Karen still stroked away at my still hard cock and I was sure nothing could make me shoot again my devil of a wife casually slipped off her engagement ring and flicked it across the floor to roll under the tv unit. "Damn it" Karen cried, "my engagement ring, I am going to have to pull the entertainment centre out tomorrow now to find it. Can you boys see if you can reach Mummy's ring with your smaller hands?" Almost in unison, I swear it could have been choreographed, 3 preteen naked boy bums stuck up in the air as all three dived to compete to look under the unit and be the one to rescue the ring. Three tiny pink little boy holes were presented from between now spread cheeks. I tried to bite my tongue as I came but I know I moaned so loudly the boys must have heard it but only Scott turned around to see what the noise was. "have you got it Scotty?" Karen asked excitedly and he quickly turned back with his brothers to try to get his hand into the small gap. "We will find it in morning, its time for bed" I said loudly and the delicious presentation was suddenly over but I murmured to my wife as the boys packed up the bean bags "before I lose control and am no longer responsible for my actions." That night after the kids had been tucked in bed (by my wife, I still didn't think I could trust myself with them naked and alone after that evening) Karen and I cuddled up together and I asked her where all of that came from. She told me between kisses that she knew I had needed it and I had always made her sexual satisfaction my priority, I had had fucked men for her pleasure even though the idea did nothing for me at all and so she would always do the same when I needed it. "I nearly lost control" I whispered softly half to myself. "You didn't though, and I pushed you right to the brink with it. Jack off looking at them all you want baby; I know from tonight that you can control yourself even when its virtually offered on a plate to you. I will do whatever I need to, to get you through these months." Things changed slightly after that. For the next week or so I relaxed a bit more and enjoyed the boys a bit more. It wasn't uncommon for Karen to come to bed and find me stood in the door way to our sons room, naked, wanking as I looked at one of their naked bodies, she even went in and turned down the covers on Scott's bed one night so I could get a better view of his little stiffy sticking out proud from his hairless crotch then knelt in front of me and sucked my cock while I leered at my naked 9 year old son. But Karen was right, I always had the control to stop at looking. The day of my 30th birthday I had to work but when I returned home I was greeted by a beautiful meal prepared by my beautiful wife and joined in eating it by our beautiful sons who all three jumped on me with big hugs and kisses the minute I walked through the door. Karen kept my wine glass topped up and served all my favourite things, she even allowed the boys a small glass of wine which she normally never would condone but a little later I caught her sneaking a little more into Liam and Jake's glasses. I didn't like her playing favourites like that, but she made sure that Scott didn't see it and I didn't totally approve of any of them being given wine anyway, so I let it slide. After dinner we all cuddled up to watch a movie together and Karen slipped me some more wine, I was starting to feel that warm sensation that told me it was close to the time to call it a night. Liam and Jake seemed to have fallen asleep anyway, perhaps two tiny glasses of wine was enough to knock them out but I was surprised. Scott was still wide awake and nagging for another movie. We compromised with me carrying the two younger boys to bed and Scott being allowed to stay up for another hour watching TV with Karen while I got undressed and virtually passed out on our bed. I woke up about an hour later slightly groggy but a bit more sober than I was. Karen was leaning over me stroking my face to wake me up. "Don't go to sleep before I give you your birthday present, love" she murmured to me, her face and cascading blond hair filling my vision. My cock sprang to full attention, we always knew what our birthday presents to each other where. I hesitated, this year I couldn't get my usual present, sex was off the table. I was just about to ask when she kissed me and stole my words away then all of a sudden she was gone, pulling away from me and darting across the room to the bedroom door. It was then that I noticed Scott stood in the corner of the bedroom. My boy was completely naked and looked a wild combination of scared, nervous, excited and determined. I looked across at Karen unsure what was happening and still a little fuzzy. "The other two wont wake up so be as loud as you want." Karen said with a small smile. "You can make him be as loud as you want. Its your birthday you get what you want on your birthday just like I did. He's your son, time to claim him fully. Time to drop the control" With that she blew me a kiss and then blew one to Scott too and told him to remember what she told him, be a good boy and try his best. The door closed behind her and I stared at the naked boy stood in front of me. My son. My 9 year old son. "What did your mum tell you?" I asked quietly, holding onto my control by my fingertips by now, my cock so hard it hurt. "That I wont like it" Scott said trying to put on his usual cocky nonchalance but I could detect a bit of a quiver in his voice. Scared. I looked at his little boy dick that was slightly swelled up. Excited too. "she didn't tell me anything else. Just that I wouldn't like it. It will hurt. But I had to prove how much I love you, daddy and be a big boy and after a few times I might like it." I just sat and stared at him for a long moment not daring to move then he smiled that gorgeous, sweet innocent smile and said "I love you daddy, I can be a big boy." My control shattered. I leapt off the bed so fast Scott flinched away but couldn't go anywhere except to press himself up against the wall. I grabbed him gently and lifted him into my arms and jumped both of us onto the bed. The moment we landed my hands where roving all over his body, feeling its soft warm smoothness that I had denied myself the feel of since is produced him with my cum. I stroked his tiny willy until it sprang up stiff, grabbed his little bum in one hand and kneaded it, all the while kissing and licking every inch of his little body. I licked his neck and down across his chest, sucking on the tiny dots of his nipples. I lifted his arms and licked his pits, marvelled at how smooth they were, even women who waxed theirs its never this smooth, I made me want to go down. My tongue tailed across tight flat belly and he squirmed giggling telling me I tickled but his giggles dropped to a cry of shock when I got further down and engulfed it little pencil and nuts in my mouth all together and tongue bathed them. My mouth moved down past his tight little balls and I lifted his leg to expose his tiny little hole. Its was tight and pink, I stared at it for the longest time. I swiped tongue across it and Scott gasped, I lapped at it a little more then sat back to gaze at it again. Tight. Pink. Hairless. Virgin. Boy. The last bit of self control fled me, I gripped Scott's legs and flipped him over, he laughed with glee like we were wrestling. I scanned around the room and saw a tube of lube on the bedside cabinet (Karen had thought of everything it seems) I squirted a generous amount onto my sons wet hole then rubbed more into my engorged cock. I laid down over my sons little body and felt my flared cock head pressed hard against the slimy tight ring of muscle or my boys bum hole. I pressed down hard onto his body holding him in place, kissed the back of his head and murmured "time to be a big boy Scotty, be brave I wont last long." With my final word I pushed in hard. I had to go hard and deep to break through his clamped down little hole. That's what I am telling myself but I know part of me liked the idea of it being rough, if I was going to break and do this I was doing it properly. Scott screamed as I bottomed out in his tight hole, I held him down and started ramming into his 9 year old bum and fucked him hard and deep and fast. I held him down as he struggled and picked up my pace really slamming him as I felt my load churning in my balls already. I wanted to last longer, I wanted to savour this, his first time, my first time but I could hold back and before long I was filling his pre teen bum with the cum that had created him. I collapsed on top of my boy trying to catch my breath from the most amazing fuck ever. I could feel Scott shaking beneath me, no doubt crying his poor little eyes out. Part of me felt broken that I had caused him so much distress but another part of me want to ram back into him and make it last longer this time. I was spent though. Even with a naked boy beneath me I couldn't have raised a hardon even if Scott begged for it. It took me a few minutes but eventually I came back to myself enough to start to comfort him, he clung to me burying his face in my chest and balled while I cuddled him. His tears eventually subsided and we cuddled up in bed together. Karen slipped into the room to see if everything was ok, she knew from the look on my face I was still coming down from cloud 9. She quickly checked over Scott, checked there were no marks, he hole wasn't torn or damaged. "He'll be fine" My wife said stroking his hair affectionately. "you two sleep in here tonight I will climb in his bed. He needs to get used to it as soon as possible so you can both enjoy it." After she left Scott stirred out of his half sleep and nuzzled into my chest. "Did I do good daddy?" He asked quietly "You did great baby boy, are you ok?" "It hurt daddy. It really hurt. Did I make you happy?" I pulled his naked body close and started to spoon him, kissing his neck and shoulders. "You did make me happy Scotty. It will hurt the next few times but you will learn to take it easier and you will start to enjoy it too. I wont be as rough next time." "Next time?" Scott said stiffening, tears coming to his eyes once again. I sighed, my body aching for rest but I wrapped an arm around his small body and pressed my rehardened cock back into his sore stretched hole. He began to cry again but I was gentle with him and kissed him and told him how much I loved him, he still cried but he leaned back into me and stretched back to kiss me on the lips, my tongue slipped into his mouth. "It still hurts daddy" Scott panted. "but I love you" "I love you too my little boy, it wont hurt every time. Just sometimes." I came deep inside him again and this time his tears ended faster and he cuddled up to me quicker. "Next time it will be better daddy. I will like it more next time" Part 2 coming soon. If you enjoyed it please let me know storywriter83@outlook.com