Andrew's Misplaced Trust

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DO NOT EVER HURT A CHILD

After the school year started, the poker games weren't as frequent, but Andrew and Kent would have intimate father-son time almost every night. At least three nights a week, Kent fucked his boy. Andrew's hole was very seasoned and he knew just how to work his daddy's cock.

Andrew had his 10th birthday coming up, and he was going to have a sleepover party.

"Daddy, I only have a couple of friends that I want to come to the party. I really want Kerry to come. I know he comes with Rob for the poker night, but do you think you can get his dad to let him come to the sleepover?"

"Sure son, let me give Rob a call." Kent grabbed his phone and called Rob.

"Rob, Kent here, how are things?"

"Great Kent, what's up?"

"Andrew's birthday is this weekend, and we're having a sleepover party on Friday night. Do you think Kerry can come?"

"Let me ask the wife. She's still not certain if the boys are ready. What's it been, a year since they had their little incident?"

"Yeah, tell her I will be supervising, so nothing to worry about."

"Sure thing, I'll let you know."

"Andrew, he said he would let us know, but I'll bet he can come." Kent was hopeful. His boy wasn't as happy without playing with his friend as often.

"Thanks, daddy. I miss playing with him on poker nights."

"I know, son. Hey, it's time for bed, so why don't you go get ready for the shower and I'll be right behind you."

Andrew giggled, "Behind me? I know what daddy wants tonight!"

"Don't you, my little lover?"

"Yeah, daddy, I do."

Andrew dashed to his room, undressed, and ran into his father in the shower.

The water was nice. Kent began to soap up his boy.

"That feels so good, daddy. Get me ready with your fingers."

Kent obliged and gently pressed the pad of his index finger in. Andrew was getting pretty loose. It wasn't long before Kent had three fingers in his boy. He used the shower wand to help Andrew clean out and get ready for their bedtime fun.

"Time to get out, boy. Let's go cuddle."

Kent wrapped Andrew in a big fluffy towel, and he ran down the hall to his bedroom and jumped on the bed. By the time Kent made it in, Andrew was on his back, holding his feet by his ears, exposing his pink stretched star for his daddy to take.

"Mmmm, son, this looks so yummy." Kent said as he leaned in to rim Andrew. He poked his tongue in and out. Andrew was so used to his daddy's cock, he craved it. "Daddy, get it in me. My hole needs your pole." He giggled.

Kent grabbed the lube, squirted a bit on his cock, and just plowed into Andrew.

"Ugh, ow, that hurt Daddy?"

"I thought you wanted it, boy?"

"I do, daddy, but that really hurts. I like it when you go slow."

"But I don't want to go slow tonight; Daddy needs to get off."

"But..." Kent put his hand over Andrew's mouth to keep him quiet.

He pounded away. Tears were coming from Andrew's eyes. It hurt so badly at the start that it never felt good tonight.

"Ugh, oh, fuck, son, daddy's cumming." He pulled his cock out and shoved it in Andrew's mouth and shot his load. Andrew tasted something different and noticed that his daddy's cock was covered in blood.

"Daddy, is that, is that blood, from me?"

"Fuck, you're going to get me in trouble with your mom. If she sees bloody sheets, we're both in trouble. Why the fuck did you bleed?"

"But, daddy."

"Don't but, daddy me! You need to learn how to take it. Clean this shit up." Kent slapped Andrew. Andrew started to cry.

Kent grabbed the towel, and cleaned up Andrew. "I'm sorry buddy, I don't know what got over me. I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you." Andrew could smell that his daddy had been drinking.

"Daddy, what do you drink when you come home?"

"It's just whiskey, son. Some day you'll get to enjoy it. You're too young now."

"Did you have more after dinner?"

"Yeah, sometimes it's nice to relax."

"I can smell it on your breath, daddy."

"Does it bother you?"

"No, daddy, but when you, um, never mind, daddy. It's fine."

"OK, son, I'll start the towel in the was so your mom doesn't find it if she ever comes home tonight. I'll let you sleep."

Andrew cried himself to sleep. His daddy had become meaner lately, and apparently it had something to do with the whiskey. Andrew didn't quite understand what drunk was.

The next morning, Andrew felt a bit hurt. He had to poop, and when he tried, the pain was horrible. He gave up trying to poop and just went to school.

All through school, Andrew fidgeted because he had to go, but he was afraid it would hurt. Mrs. Anderson, noticed something. "Andrew, come here please."

Andrew walked to her desk. "Yes, Mrs. Anderson."

"Are you feeling well? You seem to be sweating, fidgeting, and holding your stomach."

"My tummy hurts."

"Would you like to go see the nurse?"

"Yes, please."

"Here, take this to the office to see the nurse."

Andrew grabbed his backpack and went to the office. The nurse had him sit on the exam table. "So, Andrew, what seems to be the problem?"

"My tummy hurts. I tried to poop before school and it hurt and wouldn't come out."

"Oh, let me feel your tummy. Lay back on the table."

Andrew leaned back, hoping the nurse wasn't going to make him get naked, or look at his butt.

"Does this hurt?" She pressed in a few places on his abdomen.

"Yes, right there."

"I see. When was the last time you pooped?"

"I pooped yesterday."

"And you said it hurt when you tried today. Was it hurting when you pushed?"

"Yes, right at my, um, hole."

"I think you're just constipated. That means that the poop is hard and doesn't want to move easily. I'm going to call your mom to let her know you need a laxative and that you need to go home now."

"But, it's almost time for the bus, I can just ride the bus home."

"Fine, if you think you can. I'll call her and let her know what to get for you."

"Thank you."

"Just wait here until it's time to go."

Andrew patiently waited for the end of school and for the bus. Kerry was waiting.

"Where were you? You never came back to math."

"I was at the nurses'. She said that I need a laxative or something."

"Oh, I've had that when my tummy hurts and I can't poop. It happens sometimes after I get, I mean, after my dad fucks me."

"Do you ever bleed?"

"One time, but my dad wanted to kill the guy."

"What?"

"I mean, he was mad at himself, he hurt me. He didn't mean to."

"You said he wanted to kill the guy, not that he hurt you."

"I, I, I don't know what I was saying. Please, forget about it."

Trying to change the subject "By the way, my mom is letting me come to your sleepover. We can have fun!"

"Yeah, I have Tom, Damien, and Brian coming over as well from homeroom."

"That's going to be fun. I want to suck on Brian. Do you think he will let us?"

"I don't know, my daddy told me to be careful." Andrew was hopeful, but didn't know how to get them to join in.

"I'll bet we can get them to at least play with us. It will be fun in any case."

When Andrew got home, his mother had a laxative waiting for him to take. "The nurse called, told me you can't shit. I guess I'm a bad mom for making you constipated. Drink this down, go to your room, and don't leave unless you have to shit. It should work fast."

"OK, mom." Andrew did as he was ordered, and took off to his room. The laxative worked rather quickly, and Andrew was relieved that his poop wasn't full of blood. He went in and laid on the bed until dinner.

The next day was uneventful, and the other boys that Andrew invited confirmed that they would be coming to the party.

Friday night was a blast. "Welcome, boys!" Kent announced. "We have pizza, and after pizza, we will have the birthday cake! We also have a movie and some popcorn before you guys get to the fun part of the night where you pretend to sleep, but talk the night away." The boys laughed. "I was a boy myself, once, and I remember talking all night. Don't worry, Mrs. Owens isn't home, so it's going to be just us guys tonight."

The boys devoured the pizza.

"Andrew, this is nice of you to have us over. You never have us over." Brian said.

"I'm glad you came. Maybe you can come over more. You can see my darkroom tonight too. Kerry and I develop film and print pictures in there."

"That's cool." Damien added. "I'd love to learn how to do that."

"Sounds neat!" said Tom, not wanting to be left out.

"OK, boys, time for the Happy Birthday song!"

Kent lit the candles. In unison, the boys sang out. "Happy Birthday, to you, Happy Barf Day to you, You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!" They were all laughing. Kent just shrugged. Andrew thought hard about his wish. `I wish Kerry would marry me.' He blew out the candles.

"Looks like you got your wish. You blew out all the candles." Kerry said. He leaned in and kissed Andrew. The other boys were just watching and didn't seem to be shocked. If he only knew what Andrew's wish was.

The movie was long, the boys had soda and popcorn, and they were wired from all the sugar.

"Time for bed, guys." Kent announced. "When I was your age, we just unzipped our sleeping bags and laid a bunch down and a few on top. Why don't you boys do that."

The boys were eager to do that as it sounded fun.

"OK, well, lights out. You all get into your jammies or whatever you sleep in. Be sure to brush your teeth before you go to bed." Kent knew that part was useless, but he wondered what the boys would wear to bed.

Tom pulled open his bag and turned away. He pulled on pajama bottoms and a shirt. He never let anyone see his package, and he didn't remove his underwear. Brian and Damien had just changed into boxers.Kerry and Andrew looked at each other and stripped naked. The other boys just stared.

"You sleep naked?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I sleep better." Kerry said.

"Me too." Andrew added.

"And your mom and dad don't mind?" Brian asked.

"No, in fact, my dad sleeps naked too." Andrew added.

Kent almost went in to stop the conversation, but was curious as to where it would lead.

"Well, can we sleep naked?" Damien asked.

"Sure!" Andrew was getting his hopes up.

Brian and Damien dropped their boxers, but Tom just stayed in his pajamas.

"Let's get under the sleeping bags, guys!" Andrew called out. To his surprise, Brian came over to his side and he ended up sandwiched between Brian and Kerry. Damien was next to Brian, and Tom was by Kerry.

"Andrew, I have a boner." Kerry said.

"Me too. Maybe seeing everyone naked caused it."

"I have one too." Confessed Brian.

"Can I see?" Andrew asked.

"Sure."

Andrew slid under the sleeping bag that was on top of them and grabbed Brian's little cock.

"I said see, not touch!" Brian said. Andrew let go, his hopes were dashed.

"Oh, sorry, it's dark. Are you sure I can't touch it?" Andrew asked.

"Um, I guess, but I want to touch yours then."

Andrew quickly flipped, so the boys were in a 69 position. He grabbed on to Brian's cock again.

"Yours is nice, Brian."

Brian reached over to touch Andrew. "Yours is too. I've never touched another boy. This is, um, kind of nice."

At this point, Andrew's cock was up by Brian's face. Andrew was under the cover of the sleeping bag. "Brian, do you trust me?"

"Yeah."

"Don't look, but I'm going to do something that is going to make you go crazy."

"OK."

Kerry piped up. "Don't forget about your best friend."

Damien was wondering what the big deal was. "Um, can you show me too?"

"Sure, Tom, what about you?"

"Nah, I don't want you to see my weenie. You four can do your thing. I'm tired anyway."

Andrew went for it. He put his mouth over Brian's cock. He licked the head and put his nose in Brian's balls. He sucked and swirled his tongue.

"Holy crap, whatever you're doing, Andrew, it feels great."

Damien was feeling left out, so was Kerry. "Damien, I'll come over there. I know what Andrew's doing and I can do that to you. By the way, Brian, you and Damien can do it back to us if you like, but you don't have to."

Brian had just figured out what Andrew was doing. "Oh my God, you're sucking my wiener. It feels so good. He got up the courage to do it back to Andrew.

"Be careful of your teeth, Brian." Andrew stopped for a moment to caution him.

"I will. Don't pee!"

"I won't pee."

He went back to work. He felt Brian tense up, and he stopped to pay attention to Brian's marble sized nuts. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, licking the sack and spitting them back out.

Brian carefully took in Andrew's cock. It was a bit strange to him, but he liked it. He swirled his tongue around the head.

"Oh, Brian, perfect." Andrew whispered.

Andrew went back to work. Bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue, going back and forth between sucking, licking and stroking. He could tell that Brian was getting close to his tingles. He wondered if he'd ever had a boygasm before. Andrew decided to go for it. He sucked hard, stroking with his hand. He felt Brian stop sucking, tense up and just shake. His whole body shook. "Uuuuhhhh, Mmmmmm, ooooohhhh, wow. What was that?" Brian was panting now.

"That was your tingles. When you are older, it will make cum and shoot it, but now it just feels amazing."

"I want to do that again. I want to do that for you."

Just then, they heard Damien grunting. "Oh, um, Kerry, stop, stop!" They could see that Kerry was still bobbing up and down. "Oh, man, wow, ugh, Kerry!" Kerry still wouldn't stop. "Oooh, Kerry, please, it's driving me crazy." Damien pleaded.

Damien never did suck on Kerry, but Brian stayed true and finished Andrew while Andrew finished off Brian.

The boys all had their tingles, except for Tom. Oh well, he missed out. Don had watched the entire thing and was leaking like crazy. Just his luck, Andrew got up to go pee. He met Andrew at the bathroom.

"I see you've been having some fun!"

"Yeah, daddy, it's been a lot of fun."

"Would you like to help your daddy out?"

"Sure, should I suck you off or are you going to fuck me?"

"Son, I'm so close, just suck me off." He pushed Andrew to his knees and closed the bathroom door. "Suck it." He shoved his cock into Andrew's mouth and began stroking. In no time, he was filling Andrew's mouth with cum. He pulled out and shot it all over Andrew. Andrew got up to clean it off and his daddy stopped him. "Just pee and go back. Kerry will clean you up if you ask him."

"But, the other boys, they will see."

"So, just let Kerry clean you up."

Andrew was confused. This was their secret and only Kerry knew. Oh well. He went back out and laid down. He whispered to Kerry. "I've got my daddy's cum all over me. Can you lick it up?"

"How? Was he in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't let me clean it. He told me to have you do it."

"I love your dad's cum. Let me lick it up."

Kerry began licking Andrew like a mother cat. Damien and Brian saw this and didn't want to be left out. They had no idea why, but Andrew was giggling when Kerry's tongue touched certain places. They joined in.

"What's that strange flavor, Andrew?"

"That's called cum. It's what you make when you are older."

"How did you get it?"

"Um, well, it got on me when I was in the bathroom."

"What? I'm going to go see." Brian got up and went to the bathroom to find Kent waiting. Andrew didn't know what to do, he couldn't stop Brian. He just hoped his daddy would be kind to Brian.

"Oh, hi Mr. Owens. Andrew said he got some cum in here. I was just looking to see where it came from."

"I gave it to him. Would you like some?"

"Yeah, it tasted good."

"I saw you sucking on Andrew's dick. This has to be our secret or I tell your parents that you sucked on Andrew's dick. OK?"

"OK. I just want to see where it comes from."

"Get on your knees." He pushed Brian down, pulled out his cock and shoved it in the boys mouth. "Suck it just like you did on Andrew." He started stroking. It hadn't been long, but he was already close because of the fantasy that was unfolding in front of him. "Here you go Brian." He shot a load into Brian's mouth. It was a smaller load, but quite a bit, none the less."

"Mmm, that tasted good, Mr. Owens. When will I be able to do that?"

"You still have a few years, but if you ever want any, you can just come over. You know, it feels even better if I put it in your butt."

"It does? That sounds like it would hurt."

"Oh, no, Brian, it feels wonderful. Maybe you can come over again and try it. Does your dad play poker?"

"I don't have a dad."

"Oh, well, maybe you can come to poker night to hang out with Andrew and Kerry and keep them company. Maybe I can make it a sleepover night. The poker games usually go really late. We won't tell your mom the guys have poker night, just a boy's sleepover."

"That would be fun!" Brian said as he headed back to sleep with the boys.

When Brian got back, Damien asked. "Did you find the cum?"

"Yeah, it's yummy."

"I'm not sure about it, but OK."

Tom just ignored the boys and tried to sleep. Kerry, Andrew, Damien, and Brian all got into a dog pile with intertwined arms and legs as they finally went to sleep. Four naked boys.

This was all fun. Will the fun continue? Let me know if you want to read more.

End of Andrew's Misplaced Trust - Chapter 9 - Andrew Thomas