Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2019 23:06:27 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 12 Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean, gentlemen, let's keep things unreal. Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier elements might include watersports, gainer/encourager dynamics, and groups, but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. This story definitely falls into the category of Gay/ Adult-Youth. If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and accessible! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Lucky Bill has found himself a great neighbor with thirteen year-old David. I wonder what his eleven year-old brother might think of all this? I wonder what we might uncover. I wonder if Sean will learn about the nocturnal goings-on in his house? Let's find out! Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick Part 12: Interlude - Bill and David and Sean Sure enough, when I woke up the next morning and stumbled to my bathroom, I caught site of a purple bite mark on my shoulder. The water from my showerhead stung on it, too. Still, even through it my big prick chubbed up thinking of my hot neighbor David and the aggressive fucking I gave him. He was definitely pushy, the knows-what-he-wants sort of kid. While I was the man and still in control, I didn't mind him pushing a bit - it helped me learn where his boundaries might be. He didn't have many, so far. Loving a boy is about knowing his boundaries. Certainly it's appropriate to teach, expose him to new things, even push him in the right direction, but it's never good to scare a boy or take him so far out of his comfort zone that he panics. That's when he starts to talk. My strategy has always been to make myself the trusted confidant, the one who understands how and why he is different than others, and to help a boy stay safe. There are some bad men out there, men who would hurt, or kidnap, or terrorize a boy. Being a boylover is about loving. I was beating myself up slightly for giving him a taste of my bourbon. Things like that are an invitation to getting caught. I was going to have to watch that in the future. Intoxication lasts a couple of hours, long enough that he could get caught coming back in the house with whiskey on his breath; or with lower inhibitions, a boy might brag or talk to others about his exploits. It was reckless of me to let him take a sip, and I decided then that I wouldn't make that mistake again. Being a boylover is about keeping myself and the boy safe. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Sean and I had some yardwork, and a couple of errands to do, and then we were going to hang out in the pool. I'd picked up some burgers and, while Sean was still asleep, I made my dad's favorite recipe of potato salad so it would have time to come together in the fridge. I made a mental note to ask Sean how late he might have stayed up playing video games since he usually did not sleep this late into the morning. The morning progressed, and, back from our errands, Sean and I were ready to get in the pool. "Swim trunks?" Sean asked, heading off to his bedroom. "I don't see why we should. We have bushes around the yard, it's private, and it's just us, so, I'm game if you are!" Sean dashed off to his bedroom, presumably to shuck his clothes. I did the same, and walked naked out into the hallway to rummage through the linen closet and get some beach towels. We met up again, and headed straight for the pool. I could see how he was looking at me, and matching my pace that he was inviting me to race. "You're on!" I shouted, making a bolt for the back door and tossing the towels on a chair. Sean whizzed past me and cannonballed in just as I was about to do the same. We both came up laughing, and splashing. I loved playing in the pool with my son. We tossed a frisbee around, and a water polo ball, making up games, scoring imaginary points. Sean talked about some of his school friends, and what he was looking forward to about going into the fourth grade. "We're almost the oldest ones in the school in the fourth grade!" he said with some pride. We were having a great time, when suddenly a softball splash landed in the pool having sailed through the evergreens at the edge of the yard. David and Will came running in behind, apologizing. When they saw where the ball landed, their eyes went wide. It was right in the middle of the deep end of the pool. "I'm so sorry about that, Bill!" David apologized. "Will didn't catch my high ball." "Yeah, I'm sorry," Will said, quietly. Assessing the situation, I said, "Well, I suppose you want your ball back, eh?" I wanted to see where this could go. "Yeah, could you toss it to us?" David asked. "Nope. Come and get it," I winked, teasing him. David hesitated, and I decided to rescue him. "Ok, go ask your mom if it's ok if you come swimming, and then you can jump in with us. The two of us were getting tired of playing catch - with four we could have more fun!" I suggested. The words had barely left my lips when they turned and ran back to their house, laughing. "We'd better put some swim trunks on," I said to Sean. "It's ok with just the two of us, but we shouldn't be naked with strangers." "They're not strangers, Dad, they're our neighbors," Sean pleaded. I think he liked being naked with his old man. "Well, that may be the case, but let's start off with swim trunks, ok?" I said, ending the line of questioning. We climbed out, dried off just enough to not make the house too wet, and put on suits within a couple of minutes. We jumped back in, and it wasn't much longer `til David and Will arrived with towels in hand. They dropped their shorts and tossed off their tshirts, and, surprise, they were naked! They jumped in with us. "I told you we didn't need swim trunks!" Sean said, scolding me. "I guess you were right, then, weren't you, smarty -swimtrunks!" I said, splashing him. To Will and David, I said, "Well, if you guys are naked, we may as well join you. Any problem with that?" They both agreed, and so off came our swimsuits. It was a really fun afternoon playing catch, playing sharks and minnows, a rousing round of Marco Polo. I seemed to spend most of my time being the shark, or Marco with his eyes closed. I was wading through the pool listening to the sounds of splashing to indicate where my Polo might be. "Marco," I shouted, knowing that by the rules of the game, they'd have to respond. Very close to my left, I heard David's voice say "Polo!" and then the sound of splashing, as he must have gone under water and swam away. I felt him brush my leg and grab my balls as he sped past me. I let it slide. We repeated this, and each time, David would glide past me, he'd grab hold of my dick, my balls, my ass. All this attention was making this pervert hard and horny. Finally, I caught hold of him, and tossed him up in the air. "Got you!" and he came down with a splash, laughing. All that swimming and hunting made me tired, but I did not want to get out of the pool with a steel-hard cock. "Seanny, will you get us some drinks?" I asked, moving to the shallow end where there were some submerged ledges for sitting. Sean got out, and David went with him, and brought Cokes for the kids and a Corona for dad. I noticed David's cock was hard, too, but he didn't seem to mind. I noticed that Sean looked at his hard cock, and then went about his task. Drinks in hand, we all relaxed in the water and talked. David heard his phone ringing from the pocket of his discarded shorts, and he got up and answered it. "Hey mom," he greeted. "Yeah, that's right, Bill invited us to swim, so Will and I are in the pool with him and Sean," he went on to explain. "Sure, you can, here." He brought the phone over to me. "Hello?" I said into David's phone. "Hello, Bill. I just saw David's text message that he's at your house in your pool. I am at the office, catching up on work, and the boys were just in the backyard. Is it really ok that they are swimming with you?" "Sure, it's just fine. Their softball landed in the pool anyway, so it seemed like the right thing to do to invite them in for a swim," I laughed. "Oh jeez, Ok, well, if it's really no trouble..." she didn't finish the sentence. "No trouble at all. Sean and I were playing catch, and it's more fun with four. They also play a mean game of Marco Polo!" She laughed. "Sounds about right." "I'm going to have some burgers later. Is it ok for the boys to stay for dinner?" I asked. "No, no, they have money to order a pizza," she protested. "Save it for another night. I'm putting burgers on the grill later for Sean and me, adding some for your boys is no trouble at all," I suggested. "Thank you. This is a better Saturday for David and Will than I had arranged for them," she said, with some regret. "Like I said, it's all good. How late do you think you'll be? So I know when to have them home?" I added. "I should be home by 8 or 9. They have a late bedtime on Saturdays," she answered. "I'll have `em home by then! Have a good afternoon. Here's David again," and I passed the phone back to David. "Yeah, mom, we're being good, and yeah, we'll say thank you," David moaned, clearly wanting to get back in the pool. "OK boys!" I said as David came back over to join us. "Looks like you're staying for dinner!" Everyone laughed, and we got back in the water, and splashed and had a good time `til our bellies needed filling. When we got out of the pool, we picked lounge chairs and enjoyed the late afternoon sun as we air-dried, then I put on some clothes, fired up the grill and made dinner. By this time we were all dressed again. After dinner, which was a simple affair, Sean asked Will if he wanted to come play some games. I was happy that they were hitting it off, and just one year different in age. They scampered off to Sean's room and his gaming console. "Well," I said, addressing David, "It's just us men now." He scooted closer to me. "Pretty ballsy of you to grope me in the pool, don't you think, buddy? I asked with fake sternness. He put his hand on my thigh as a response. I raised my eyebrows a notch. "Well, I guess that was my answer, eh?" "How's your shoulder?" he smirked. I had forgotten it, and had been going around shirtless all day with a bite mark on me. Ugh, this kid was a little shit, wasn't he? "I dunno, how's your ass?" I responded, as if I were right back in middle school. He chuckled, "Want to find out?" "Damn, son, you certainly know what you want, don't you? But your brother and Sean are just inside," I said, not even convincing myself. "They could see how hard you were in the pool," he admitted. "And they saw me grabbing at you." I'll admit, I panicked a little. "Buddy, what we do stays between us. You know it's not ok. Sean doesn't know what we've done, and I am not wanting him to know at this point." I folded my arms. "If you can't keep this between us, then we are going to have to stop," I stopped short of going too much further. Again, don't want to panic a boy. David looked resigned. "Ok, I understand. But I really do like playing with you." Confident that he was going to abide by his end of the bargain, and not escaping my rock hard cock which wanted to sink itself back into this boy, I decided to throw him a bone. "Come back tonight, after your mom's asleep," I invited. Soon after that, David and Will went back home, and I got Sean ready for bed. I sat on the edge of his bed chatting with him about the day. "I had a good time today," he started the conversation. "It was fun to hang out with Will and David." "Yeah, they're nice guys. Did you and Will have fun playing videogames?" "Um, yeah," he replied, looking fidgety and guilty. I decided to dig a little. It wasn't like Sean to keep things from me. "What games did you play?" He listed off a couple. "Did he beat you? He's a year older than you are," I inquired. "Yeah," Sean's one-word answer was short. "That's not like you," I teased. "You always win!" Sean chuckled, but didn't offer up any more. "Well, ok, so long as you guys had fun," I didn't want to pry. I was getting all that I was going to get right now, and it didn't seem serious enough to make a big deal about it. I kissed his forehead, and put him to bed. A couple hours later, I was back out on the deck, in a lounge, sipping on my favorite beverage and enjoying the warm evening. We weren't going to have too many more of these nights, as it was almost fall. Almost like clockwork, David came through the bushes. "I should just make a path, so you don't have to creep through the trees like a stalker," I quipped. David got right to business, straddled me in my chair, and kissed me. "Well, it looks like you're ready to play!" and I kissed him back. His skin felt warm against mine, as we were both shirtless. His shorts tented, and mine were straining their seams in no time. I picked him up, and put him face down on a chase lounge, and pulled off his shorts. Face down, he picked up his ass just a bit. This boy was well-trained. I got right up in his trench with my beard and lips and tongue. I really fucking love the taste of boycunt. That slightly earthy, musky scent was intoxicating to this old pervert. I rimmed him good, opening his ass up with my worship. His ass responded, relaxing as I probed my tongue through his ring and into his ass. He squirmed and writhed, and moaned quietly into the cushion. I let out some spit, and made his ass slick and sloppy as I rubbed my scruff along it, sending shivers through him. His ass responded so well to being rimmed, and I could feel him relax, and begin to push back against my face. I gave him more, nibbling, licking, nipping at his hole, and covering it in my spit. When he was hot and wet, I turned him over, sat him up against the back of the lounge chair, and walked toward him, straddling the chair with my wide legs. My beercan cock bobbed at his lips. "Spit is the only lube you get tonight, you little pig, so make it good!" I growled at him. He opened his lips and took me in like a fucking champ. I pushed, and he puffed his cheeks and opened his mouth to my advance, getting the head of my dick slick and wet, and moving onto my shaft. He grabbed my ass, and pushed and pulled me, as he opened himself to take me in. I love looking down at a boy taking my huge dick. It's a sight to see a juvenile face, still innocent and sweet, no stubble on his boyish face, taking a cock. I burbled up some prefuck just thinking of the perverted image in front of it. I eased myself in further, pushing against the back of his throat. "Breathe through your nose, David. You got this," I encouraged him, placing a fatherly hand on his shoulder. "That's right, nice and easy, open that throat up for my big dick. Show me how much you want me, boy." And he did -- he opened his throat, and breathed through his nose, and kept taking more. I threw my head back, and enjoyed the feeling of a really fucking amazing blowjob, and started thrusting slowly in and out of his mouth. Like a good pig, he slacked his jaw and let me go at my own pace, moaning occasionally. I was getting lost in the moment, and he was definitely getting me turned on, but I didn't want to cum in his throat - I had plans for my seed, and it was going in his hot ass. I opened my eyes, preparing to pull out and turn him back around, when a movement caught my attention from the bushes. I stopped still, as I looked over and saw Will, his hand down the front of his shorts, standing just in my yard, staring at us. I was so busted. I pulled out of David's face, much to his dismay, and he whined. I tapped him on the shoulder and nodded my head to the bushes. "We've got company," I said, in a quiet voice. "Why don't you make sure he's ok, and knows that what he saw was ok," I suggested. David looked over, and got up quickly, jogging over to Will, who turned on his feet and headed for home. David quickly caught up with him, and he grabbed him by the arm. I'll admit, my heart was in my throat, beating quickly. I really needed this to go right, or I was going to be in serious shit. The good news, is that they were still standing in my yard, talking. Will hadn't run back home yet, and they were talking in loud whispers. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but David looked like he was trying to take care of Will, ever the older brother, making sure he was not panicking. Together they turned back toward me, and walked back to the edge of the pool. "Hey guys," I said, hoping that I didn't sound as nervous as I was. Crouching down on my haunches, I put my hand on Will's shoulder. "Are you ok with what you saw me and David doing?" Will stared at me, wide-eyed. "Will, tell him," David said. "I don't want him to make me go away!" Will said, almost in tears again. "He won't make you go away," David said, taking a step toward us, and touching both of us, Will on his shoulder, me on my leg. Will didn't look convinced. So David started talking. "Last year, Will caught me and Scoutmaster Ted playing in the tent when we were on a camping trip," David narrated. "And when Will came into the tent, Scoutmaster yelled at him and told him to go away." "It sounds like that really hurt you, Will," I said, pastorally. He nodded. "I didn't do anything wrong." "Of course you didn't," I said, with confidence. "Your Scoutmaster was the one who should have talked with you," I continued. I opened my arms, and Will stepped into them. "It's ok, buddy. You're ok," I soothed him. "So, would you like to know what David and I were doing?" I asked Will. "Oh, I know. David told me about what he and the Scoutmaster did, and showed me. I was surprised that he was doing it with you, too," Will said. David rubbed his brother's shoulder. "I bet Bill would show you, too," David suggested, tossing the ball squarely in my court. "Will, I will show you anything you're ready to see, so long as, like David has done, you promise to keep it a secret. No one else can know about this, not even your mom," I taught him. "Are you ok with that?" "Yes," came Will's reply. "I have to know you're serious. Do you know what could happen if people found out?" I asked him, seriously. "Yes, I know, and David has told me about it. I promise I won't tell anyone." "Ok, so you know, I wasn't hurting David, right? And he was enjoying what we were doing just now? And I wouldn't hurt you, either?" I pledged. I moved us back to the lounges, and we sat down. David snuggled into my on my side, and I brought Will into my lap. I leaned down toward his face and kissed him on the lips. He smiled, and kissed me back. Will is a two-year-younger carbon copy of his brother. Down to the black hair and the sparkling blue eyes, and the upturned smiling mouth. His body still had some of its boyish chubbiness to it, but he was developing. As I kissed him, I felt his body, running my hands down it. He moaned into our kiss, enjoying the feeling. I stood him up and put him on the ground to my side, pulling his shorts down as I did. "Would you like me to do what your brother was doing to me?" I asked Will. He nodded, and his little cocklet proudly stuck out in front of him. I pulled him to my lips, and started to suck him. I loved his little uncut cocklet, and enjoyed peeling back the foreskin to taste him for the first time. I could tell it was a new sensation for him, and he relished my lips and tongue on the sensitive head of his boycock. He was a couple of inches long, and I could tell that he was going to be a big boy like his brother. I enjoyed taking this boy down to his root, and playing with his body and chest. As I was sucking Will off, I felt David move and his lips found my cock. He took me in, and continued where we'd left off, with him getting my thick dick hard and wet. He was enjoying it, I could tell, fucking his throat on my fat cock. It felt amazing, and David really was a great cocksucker. I started sucking more on Will, and let my hands graze his nipples. Yep, like his big brother, they were sensitive, too, and his cock lurched in my mouth as he yelped. I heard his breathing hitch and he thrusted a couple times in my mouth. Will was going to orgasm. I wondered for a moment if he were old enough to produce sperm, yet, but I was soon to find out. The eleven year-old boy shuddered, and I felt shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I sucked and licked, and he continued to cum, moaning, grabbing my head, and pulling me into him. Bossy like his brother, I see. When he finished, he relaxed, his shoulders slumping, and he leaned into me. By this time, my cock was leaking and fully hard. David was working hard on it. I extended my hands, and pulled David into a 69 with me, him continuing to work my cock and me going back to rimming his hot ass. What a sexy fucker he was, he moaned and whined and loved on my cock as I continued where I'd left off, opening his hole. This was going to end tonight with my load planted deep in his ass. Will was just watching, and I made eye contact with him and winked, letting him know he was still a part of this, and welcomed. But then my cock was ready. I knew it was time to fuck this boy whose throat was swallowing my big dick. I pulled off him. "Ok, David, on your back," I commanded. He flipped over, and took his place on my lounger. I knelt between his legs and lifted them up, exposing his spit-wet ass to me. I smiled at Will, and then looked down at David. "All day long you've been teasing me, boy, grabbing me underwater, taunting me with your sexy body. You just swallowed my dick like a fucking pig while I opened up your boycunt." "Yes, Daddy, and I loved it" came David's reply. "You have been asking to get a fucking, haven't you? All day." "Yeah, Daddy, please fuck me. I need it," he pleaded. "Beg me, pig. Tell me how much you want it. Show your brother Will here what a pig you are for my big cock." "Bill's cock is the best. It's so big, thick, wide. And he fucks me so good," David addressed Will, then turning his gaze to me, "Please Daddy. I need you inside me. I need to have your cum in me now." I obliged the boy, because what boylover wouldn't give in to the requests of his sweet boy. I aimed my tallboy at his hole and pushed through his ring. I could see Will staring at us, waiting to see what kind of reaction his brother would have. As always, David took my dick like a champ, and I continued my onslaught, sliding in one long, slow, fluid motion into his ass. David was writhing and moaning, "Fuck yeah, daddy, I love it when you take my ass all in one stroke like that," he encouraged. Grunting, I hit bottom, and my balls gave a satisfied smack against his ass as I entered him fully. I stayed still for a moment, waiting for him to adjust. When he looked up at me again, I saw his smile, and so I knew it was time to continue. I started fucking him in earnest. Long, slow strokes in and out of his tight boycunt. My cock was so hot and hard from a day of teasing, that it felt such relief at being sheathed in his teenage chute. I fucked, long, slow, short, quick, gyrating my hips, hitting his prostate, til his cock was leaking and bouncing on his belly. As Will stood mesmerized by the scene in front of him, I had a thought. "Hey Will," I got his attention. "I bet David would love feeling your lips on his dick while I am fucking him. How would you like to give him a blowjob?" I suggested. Will didn't need to be asked twice, and he knelt down next to David. I looked up at David's face to make sure he was ok with this, and he looked blissed out. I continued my fucking, and as Will approached David's teen cock with his mouth, I coached, "watch your teeth, and keep your mouth open as you can. Suck on it when you can, and breathe through your nose if you feel like you're going to choke. You got this, buddy." And so it happened. I was balls deep in David's thirteen year-old ass while his eleven year-old brother was giving him a blowjob, and David, for all he was, moaned and writhed, and whined and begged for more. Fucking pigs, all of them, and I loved it. My balls were churning right about the same time that I heard David say "I'm gonna cum, Will, I am cummning now!" And I felt the contraction around my big dick. I looked down at Will. "That's right, Will, swallow his cum like a good boy. It tastes real good doesn't it?" Will made an affirmative response as he enjoyed his feast. "Fuck, yeah, David, you fucking pig, I love it when you milk my big cock like that." "Yeah, daddy, cum in me, I wanna hold your seed in me all night long!" "Boy, you have no idea how hard I am gonna fuck you now and how full I am gonna make you. Fucking tease, been at me all day, and now you're getting what you've wanted. An ass full of daddy dick and a belly full of my fucking cum." I let torrid curses wash over him as I picked up my pace for those last couple of minutes of fucking. I knew from how hard I was thrusting, and how much he was being pushed back into the chair each time that I was really letting him have it, but I was lost in the moment. Watching one brother suck another while deep in David's ass made me so hot I could not hold back any more. "Take it now, pig!" I threw my head back at the sky and I buried my seed deep in David's hot ass. Over and over again, my cum rocketed up my dick and filled him, violently like a volcano, spewing my molten cum deep inside him. Completely spent, I stayed in him, letting myself relax. I wasn't soft yet, and didn't want to pull out. I beckoned Will over, and I took him in my arms, my dick still in his brother's ass, and I kissed him. "You've been a real good boy today, and I am glad you came over," I said, truthfully. I let my other hand play along David's chest and belly, as his breathing calmed down. "I'm a lucky man with two great neighbors." Will continued kissing me, so that cut off any more sappy conversation I felt like having, but did little to soften my dick. Eventually, it did go down, and I was able to pull out of David. Will looked down, amazed at my cock covered in ass juice and cum as it came out of David, and his ass closed up immediately. Good boy, he was holding it in. David adjusted himself, sitting up, and bent towards my cock. Talking to Will, he said, "And when a man fucks you, it's polite to clean off his dick," he said, and he swallowed my dick, licking it, cleaning it, and getting all the cum that might have been left on it. I couldn't have been more proud. The night ended as they stole back to their house, and my balls were officially drained and satisfied. The summer was just coming to a close, and school had just started up again when Sean turned 10. I dreaded birthdays because, even though she had abandoned us, Cheryl would come back around on his birthday. It was some sort of obligation she felt. When Sean was young it was confusing for him -- was she back for good? Why was he receiving gifts from her and from his grandparents? When Cheryl married again and had more children, she wanted to bring her new husband and kids with her. I put my foot down. Absolutely not. She was the one who had two families, it was not our job to reunite them. Sean shared nothing with his stepbrothers except half his DNA, and that wasn't enough to form any kind of relationship. As Sean grew, he was less and less comfortable with his birthday, and the annual visitation from his mother and grandparents. It was a show he was less interested in taking on. As the day approached this year, I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. "I want to go up to the cabin. We didn't go much this summer after we got the pool." And it was true. We'd only made two trips, when normally we went at least twice a month or more in the summer. "Well, buddy, I'd love that, and we do need to close it down soon for the winter, but, you know, it's your birthday, and your mom wants to see you." I hated saying it, because it pissed me off every year, too. "Dad, I don't want to see her. She doesn't talk to me the rest of the year." He folded his arms and set his jaw. "Son, that's not true, she calls you a few times," I tried to argue, unconvincingly, but as I said it I realized that her calls had tapered off a lot this year. She used to call on holidays and every once in a while, or send texts, but now she didn't do much of that. "I want to go to the cabin, please? And can David and Will come with us for a weekend?" he asked. Well now, this was a new thing. "Ok," I said, acquiescing, "I will talk to your mom first, and see if we can get out of seeing her. If so, then yes, we'll go to the cabin. I can't make any promises, though, because she is your mother," I stressed. "If that's a go, when we can ask David and Will's mom if they can come, ok?" I said, hoping this would work. "Ok," he said, resigned, "but, please, I don't want to see her." "I got the picture, buddy," I confirmed. Later that night I had the call with Cheryl. She was pissy and bitchy about it, talked about her rights as a mother and how she deserved to have a relationship with her boy. I asked about that, when the last time she'd seen him or talked to him. She fretted and sputtered, and told me it was my fault. I reminded her of the conversation wherein she proclaimed Seanny was my problem and my burden, and how she was over it. She finally gave in, but did it in typical Cheryl venom. "Fine, Bill, whatever you want. He was always your son anyway, and neither of you gave a shit about me," she played victim well. I decided not to challenge her, which I knew would piss her off more. "Great. Thanks." And I hung up the phone. The next day I told Sean the good news, and within seconds he had texted Will. A few minutes later, my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered. It was Mary, David and Will's mom. "Yes, hi Bill, it's Mary. Good morning." "I take it Will just got a text from Sean asking about going up to our cabin next weekend?" I asked. "Yeah," she confirmed. "This year, Sean asked if we could go away for his birthday, and he asked if Will and David could come. We've had a fun summer swimming and getting to know them," I began my sales pitch. "Where is your cabin?" "I have a small place on Fallen Leaf Lake, which is next to Lake Tahoe," I answered. "It's about four hours in the truck." "Well, are you sure you want three boys in a cabin by yourself? Maybe I should get your address in case I need to send a padded wagon to pick you up after the weekend," she joked. "Hah! I think I can manage the menaces, but if you don't hear from us, please send help!" I quipped back. "Ok, well, it sounds good to me," Mary said. "If it's ok with you, I'd like to leave right after school on Friday. As they have Columbus Day off on Monday, I thought we'd head back leisurely on Monday. Would that be ok with you?" "Oh jeez, I'd forgotten it was a holiday, and I would have had to have planned for the boys to be out of school anyway!" she admitted. "Well then, we're all covered." "What do they need to pack?" she asked, and I smirked thinking I hoped they would be naked a lot. "Well, not much. Shorts, tshirts, maybe one pair of jeans or sweats, and a warm shirt. It'll be cold up there so we won't be swimming, we might go on a hike, so maybe a good pair of shoes and socks, too." And lots of lube, I thought, but didn't say it. "Ok, they'll be packed and ready to go on Friday. Thanks for doing this, I think they're going to have a great time." "Thanks for saying yes. It's going to be a great tenth birthday for Seanny," I admitted. Friday came, and we headed up to the cabin, fighting traffic. We got fast food along the way and ate in the car, and it was late when we finally got up to the cabin and unpacked the car. There wasn't going to be much fun tonight, as we were all pretty beat. We brought two air mattresses with us, and put them in Sean's room, and David and Will set up in there. After teeth were brushed, I sent them off to bed. I poured a little drink and went out on the deck to smell the pines and enjoy the cool air. It was good to be here. We had a nice day the next day, starting with pancakes and bacon, and then taking a walk around the mountain, commenting on the things we saw. The boys ran in a pack, but always came back. All three were affectionate with me, rubbing up against me, or cuddling into me as I ruffled their hair. After dinner we played board games and laughed, built a fire in the fireplace. Yawns started, and Sean and Will announced they were going to bed. It didn't take long, and I switched off the light, enjoying the light of the fire. David snuggled up into me, and I bent down to kiss him. "I'm really glad you came up here this weekend," I said, looking him in the eye. "I'm glad I came, too, I've been missing you," he admitted. It was Saturday, and we'd messed around last on Wednesday night when his mom was asleep. "Yeah it's been all of four days," I laughed. He kissed me again, harder, and got in my lap. As the kiss intensified, I suggested we move to the bedroom. "I don't want them to hear us out here, let's go into my room." "They're probably doing the same thing we're doing," David said. "What?" I was stunned. "Um, yeah, Sean and Will have been playing around all summer." That started to explain some of Sean's weird behavior after Will would be playing games in his room, but I really had never expected it to be the case. "You're shitting me," I said, still surprised. "Nope, Will told me," David admitted. I shook my head. I was going to have to talk with Sean and see where this was leading. I had no problem with it, of course, but, well, my cock just got harder, and I thought about my boy, and all those nights I could have been playing with him. I grabbed David's hand, and pulled him into my bedroom, quietly closing the door, and then walking him over to my big king-size bed. I tossed him on to it, and he giggled. I pulled his clothes off, and dove onto his body, licking and nibbling and rubbing him. The idea of my boy being sexually awakened and into boys turned me on so much, and I couldn't believe this was my first clue. I was taking my son-lust out on David, who for his part, didn't seem to mind it at all. I straddled him and shoved my cock between his lips. He opened and started sucking, slurping on my beercan. "I really fucking need to be inside you, boy," I growled. He sucked harder. When I was wet, I pulled out, and I flipped him over onto his belly, and pulled up his hips. I spit onto his hole and then slicked my cock with more saliva, and pushed into him. "Fuck yeah, pig, I fucking love the way your hole takes my big cock." David moaned into my pillow and bucked his hips. What a fucking tease he was. Turning his head he said "Please, daddy, I've wanted you all day, I need your cum." I picked up my pace, and started fucking him hard, pulling almost all the way out and plunging back inside him. "You're my fucking cunt, my fucktoy to play with whenever I want, aren't you, boy? I fucking love the way you just take my cock, and how you beg me for more. You're a slut for me, aren't you, pig?" I poured obscenity on him like honey. "Yeah, Daddy, I need you! Please, fill me up and make me yours. Rape my hole," he pleaded. This was a new one for us, he'd never used that word before. It turned my boyloving pervert statutory self on, and I fucked him harder even, bucking my hips against him, hearing the flesh slam against him. "Yeah, daddy! Rape me!" he was a quick learner, understanding that this was turning me on. He ground his dick into my bed, and I knew I should flip him over or my duvet was gonna have boycum on it. I pulled out quickly with a plop. He whimpered. I flipped him over on his back, threw his legs up, and slammed back into him. "Oof, yeah, daddy, knock me up!" Where was he learning this? I didn't fucking care, I was lost in the moment of being a selfish boylover. "Yeah, boy, Daddy's cum is gonna fill you, and you're gonna be mine, all mine," I promised. I loved looking down at him. His face was full of pleasure. My big dick was stretching his boycunt around its huge circumference, and he was in heaven. We both were, lost in the hedonist moment of our fucking. I slammed into him, knowing I was pummeling his prostate. It was no surprise when he shouted, and cum shot out of him before he could give warning. The little shit hit me right on my cheek, then on my chest as I fucked his load right out of his nuts and all over us. I sent me over, and I came with a grunt. "Fuck, boy, that's what I like, when you cum from my fucking," I growled. And I fucked my load deep into his boyguts, as he moaned and begged. I praised him, and degraded him, and filled him, and owned his fucking cunt. It was a good fuck for a good evening. Eventually, he went back to his bed, and I fell asleep, too, enjoying the events of the day. When I woke the next day, I was the first. I stoked the fire, and put some logs on. It was a cold morning. I put on sweats and a tshirt and my flannel robe, made a pot of coffee, and while the house was warming up and the boys were still asleep, I headed out onto the deck to look at the lake and greet the chilly morning. It was truly beautiful up here in the mountains, and I loved the way the wind and the early sun rippled on the lake below. I heard the door open and close, and a boy came around and put his arm around my waist. Looking down, it was my Seanny, in his sweats and fuzzy slippers and hoodie. "Good morning, birthday boy!" I said, kissing the top of his head. "Morning," he replied, quietly. I sat down in a wooden chair and took a drink of my coffee, and pulled him into my lap. "Ten years old today!" I said. "My boy is growing up." He was quiet, looking out at the lake. Finally, he turned toward me and looked up. He had a strange look on his face. "Dad," he began. "Do you love David more than me?" A tear was in the corner of his eye. "Seanny, what? No! Not at all. Why would you ask such a thing?" I hated seeing him scared. "Well, last night, I heard you tell him he was your boy, and that you were proud of him," he replied. The honesty of youth, he couldn't do anything but speak the truth. "Sean, did you hear that when David and I were in my bedroom?" "Yes." "Were we being too loud?" Sean took a deep breath and his lip trembled. "Will said we should go listen at the door, and we did." I took a deep breath, too. Ok, it was Sean's birthday, and I didn't want to scold him about privacy, I decided to take a different route. "Sean, you're a big boy now, and I know that you and Will have been exploring your bodies together, right?" He looked shocked, and more frightened. "Yes. I am so sorry, Dad, I won't do it anymore!" "Son, my boy, that's not what I'm getting at here. So, you know that David and I were doing what you and Will were exploring, in a way. There's nothing wrong with two men sharing their bodies or learning about each other. It's completely natural." He was listening, I could tell. "It sounded different with David," Sean said, plainly. "Well, David is a little older, and his body is more mature. We can do some different things, perhaps, than you and Will might do, but it's certainly what you could do if you wanted," I said, supporting him in his exploration. Sean looked at me in my eyes, his beautiful eyes searching mine. "Dad, I want to do what you did with David, with you." I gasped, and let out a sob I didn't realize I had in me. "My boy, my Seanny, yes, I would love to do that with you, and do everything. You're my boy, my pride." "Really" "For real," I assured. "Will you still do things with David?" he was cutting to the quick today. I guess ten years old is the new twenty? "Well, you know what, it's up to you. Do you still want to do things with Will? Maybe even with David? Or do you just want to do things with me?" I figured I would put it all out, and I would abide by what my boy wanted. He was, and still is, the priority in my life. "I don't know. I like playing with Will, but I want to play with you, too," he was trying to figure this out in his head. "Well, do you think you can do both? Have things you do with Will, and things you do with Dad?" "I guess so! That makes sense," he said. "And what about me? Would you like me to do things with David, and with you?" I encouraged. "Yeah, but, well, one thing," he said, getting serious. "I'm your boy." I admired his possession. "Deal. It's true. You are, always will be, and never won't be my boy. I love you more than I love anything, and I love you so much that I would do anything for you. You are the joy of my life," I said, getting sappy. "OK, dad," he was getting uncomfortable with all the praise. "I'm glad, and you're the best dad ever." "One more thing," I added. "I also played with Will one night. I hope that's ok. He and David together. I just wanted you to know everything." "Ok, dad. Thanks for telling me that. Maybe that's why he is so good at what he does." That's my boy! I looked at him, and put my arms around him, and I dipped my head toward him for a kiss. It started as a peck, but as I kept my lips there, he learned, and opened his mouth, and we exchanged our first real kiss. I licked the inside of his mouth with my tongue, and kissed all of his face, and he kissed me back with passion, copying my actions. "I love you, babyboy. Happy Birthday!" We cuddled and kissed and cooed for a bit until we heard more noise inside. When we went in to investigate, we found David and Will in the kitchen. Cupboards were open, pans were rattling, dishes were out. When they noticed us Will spoke up. "We thought we'd make Sean a birthday breakfast!" I thought, oh no! What mess are they making? But instead I said, "Awesome. What's on the menu?" hoping it was something simple. "French toast!" David said. "Great! I can eat some of that up!" I poured more coffee and watched to make sure nothing too calamitous happened in my kitchen. They did a pretty good job, and the french toast was hardly burned. Even better, they cleaned up. By the time they finished, it was pretty late in the morning, getting close to Noon. Drying their hands, they came out into the living room and David and Will both walked up to me and hugged me. "Thanks for inviting us up to your cabin!" Will said. "Yeah! It's really awesome up here!" David echoed. "Hey guys, if you keep cooking for me, you can come up anytime, isn't that right, Sean?" "Yum!" Sean said from the living room. "So, fellas, today is Sean's birthday, so, after that delicious breakfast, I think we're ready to do whatever he wants. So, what's it gonna be, buddy? A hike? Want to go out on the boat?" Sean thought for a moment, "Anything?" he asked, with a smirk. "You're the boss, buddy," I confirmed. Sean walked over to me, and kissed me full on the lips. When I tried to stop the kiss and bring it to a chaste close, he kept his lips and tongue on my mouth, opening me up. I couldn't do anything but kiss him back, and it got intense and hot quickly. I'll admit it, I closed my eyes and enjoyed it - it was that sweet. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw David and Will staring, open mouthed at us, but walking over just the same. Quickly, they got into the game as well, and appeared at my side, fondling me and kissing my face. I noticed they were groping Sean, too, and each other. What a bunch of horny, perverts I had! When Sean broke the kiss, I looked at him. "So, this is what you want?" "I want to be your boy." "You are my boy, and you don't have to do this to show me, you know." This was my very last attempt to stop things from heading down into incest with my only child. I made it with as much sincerity as I could, understanding that everything would change after today. "I am your boy." And with that he kissed me again, this time, open mouthed, and he pushed his body against me. The message was clear. This was happening. No one could count the movements that happened next, simultaneous disrobing and unspoken at that. We all stripped of our garments, tossing them in any direction, and then there we were, four men, naked, and each of us hard in our own way. I took a brief moment to observe all the cocks in the room. David's was proud, four inches, I'd bet, and with its hooded head, so lusciously sexy to me. Will's was thin, a cocklet still. About the thickness of my thumb, and not much longer. Hooded, his head was hidden completely, whereas David's poked out. And then there was my boy. I loved his cock, even as I'd resented his mother for cutting him. He was as big as Will, even as a year younger, and a bit thicker. As I said, my boy was going to be a grower for sure. My own dick was huge in comparison, and I enjoyed the adoration that each of the boys gave it. We were, as men do, sizing each other up. Mouths, hands, cocks, lips, everywhere. We descended on each other like ravenous hyenas, nipping and licking and tasting everything we could. We fell onto the floor in front of the fireplace on the soft rug, and rolled around. To this day I have never been touched in as many ways and places as I was that night. All the hands, all the body parts. Even for a pervert like me, a four-way was something rare. It was magic. I felt a cock press against my lips, and I opened my mouth. It was David's dick, and I used my lips to peel back his hood before taking him all the way in, enjoying his hiss as his sensitive head was exposed to my tounge and warmth. I felt a mouth on my cock, and I looked down over David's dick and saw it was my own son laving my cock with his perfect mouth. I glanced up and Will was leaning over me, kissing his brother, the spit from their sloppy kiss drooling onto my chest. I grabbed his cocklet and gently stroked it, keeping him in the party. I noticed that his hands were busy too, one on his brother's chest and the other on my boy's cock. This was, hands down, the fucking hottest moment I'd ever experienced, and my boy was at the center of it. Fuck! My pride and my joy, sucking on my cock. I knew I was big for him, and if his only experience had been Will's pencil-dick then mine was like a baseball bat in comparison. I watched with awe as his cheeks hollowed and his lips flared and he took more of me into his mouth. I wanted to coach, to care for him, but my own mouth was busy slurping on David's dick which was at this point trying to plunge its way into my throat. David was the first, "Fuck! I am gonna cum! I am gonna cream in your throat, daddy!" I moaned in encouragement and sucked him harder, letting my tongue dance around his glans even as I felt his piss slit starting to widen for its eruption. "Fuck yeah, daddy, take my cum! I fucking love the way you suck my cock!" David had a filthy mouth, and it was fucking turning me on. I bucked my own cock into my son, and I knew I was pushing deeper than I should, but I was so turned on. I felt Sean's suction tighten, and Will must have been bringing on his orgasm. I wondered -- will my boy ejaculate? Does he have cum yet? His voice, still high-pitched could not possibly be indicating an ejaculation, but I knew he was getting close to orgasm, as his body was shaking. I silently wished he would just enjoy it and let it ride, as Will's pumping kept a steady pace. I felt it first, and then heard it, as Sean hummed and moaned around my cock, and he had a shaking, beautiful dry orgasm, his body spasming in harmony with his sex. Good boy that he is, he didn't stop sucking his dad, in fact, he went deeper. Making Sean cum must have turned on Will. I heard David's voice as he spoke into Will's mouth, "Cum for me, just do it, bro." My hand was stroking Will's cock, and I palmed his head to give him all the nerves at once, and he erupted, a thin white line of cum across my belly and he shouted into his brother's mouth. "Fuck! I am cumming now!" and he let loose with his littleboy cum on my furry belly, his cocklet pushing out a respectable load for a young boy. This kid was going to be a champion cummer like his big brother one day, and I looked forward to tasting and feeling his full load when it was his time. My own balls were beginning to churn, and I felt the tingle in my spine as my orgasm gave its first sign of life. My boy was going to down on my dick. He had about three inches of my beercan cock stuffed into his ten year-old mouth. I thought about how I would train him and teach him in the coming weeks and months, but for now I was so proud of him for taking as much as he was. Still, my pig was coming out, and I couldn't help but reach down with one hand and put my head behind my beautiful boy's head and push it onto my cock. "Boy, you wanted to by mine. You are mine, and now you're going to get your first taste of your dad. Are you ready? My sexy son, I am gonna cum in your mouth, and, listen to your dad, you're going to swallow it, all of it. There's going to be a lot, boy. Be ready." I was trying to coach him and be a good dad. I felt it coming soon, and it was going to blast into him. With a shout, I pumped my dick into his mouth. "FUCK boy, yes! Drink down that cum. Taste it, kiddo, that's the cum that made you a boy! That's your own DNA you're drinking right there, boyo. I fucking LOVE you!" I shouted so loud that Will and David stared at me in awe and wonder. I didn't care, I pumped shot after shot of my load into my boy's mouth, and, as I gazed down in delight at him, he didn't spill a drop. He swallowed, licked, and swallowed some more. He was nursing on my cock like it was his bottle as a boy, and I was never more proud of him. Eventually, we were spent, and I pulled them all up onto my chest. "There's plenty of me to go around, guys." And we cuddled, arms around each other, in front of the fire. I could not believe my luck, and my son! My SON! I loved him so much, and what a birthday it was. We stayed naked all day. Playing games, watching movies, cuddled in a heap on the couch. Fondling, kissing, sucking, sometimes it would get serious again, and the boys would be ready to play. We switched positions, but stuck to sucking, stroking, kissing. We also laughed and talked, and watched some football. It was really a perfect day. Sean had already decided on his dinner, and so eventually I got up to make it. Steaks, baked potatoes, and my spinach gratin with parmesan cheese that he loved. We ate a great meal together, and laughed some more. Sean had also picked out his cake from the bakery, and I pulled it out. Carrot cake with a cream cheese frosting, and he was happy as a pig in mud. After the dishes were cleared we were sitting on the couch, all four of us. It was the last few hours of Sean's birthday. "Fellas, this has been a great day, and I have enjoyed it so much. I hope you have, too." There were nods all around. "I love hanging out with you all, but it's Sean's birthday, and I'd like to spend a little time alone with him. David, Will, would you be offended if we went into my bedroom and said good night?" I asked them. Will put out his fist to Sean, who bapped it, and David sniggered. "I guess you all expected this, eh?" I asked, resigning myself to the truth. I laughed. "You guys can see yourselves to bed. Lock up. Don't stay up too late. Good night," and I took Sean in my arms and put him in a fireman's carry toward my bedroom. He was giggling and laughing, and so were the boys. I didn't hear it, I had one thing in mind. I closed the door to my bedroom with my foot, and I carried Sean to the bed, and swung him around in my arms, and then laid him gently in bed. I sat down on the bed next to him and stroked his chest, gazing into his eyes. Sean has the most beautiful hazel eyes, almost green, almost yellow. His features are soft and kind, and his smile was stunning as he looked up at me. "I love you, dad," he said, the simple bare truth of his words slammed into me. "My boy, I love you more than life." "I have never felt closer to someone than I do to you." "I feel the same. What we did today, it was really great. How are you feeling about it?" "You taste great. I had no idea what cum would taste like, because Will never came in my mouth; but yours, it's sweet and tangy. I wanted more." I felt my dick grow in response. "Buddy boy, after today, I think you're going to have a lot more opportunities to taste it" "Good," he smiled. His smile is gorgeous, a little upturned smirky sideways smile. I laid him back on the pillow, and slid against him. I let my hand wander along his chest and belly, playing with his boycock and his nipples and his belly button. He moaned, oohed, giggled. I found out that his nipples were sensitive, like his old man's, and that a light touch across his belly made the little blonde hairs on his arm stand up. We kissed, and cuddled, and fondled each other. "Dad, you did something with David, that we haven't done yet, right? You were fucking him?" Sean's questions - they were right to the point! "Yes, baby, I did fuck him, and have a few times." "Does it hurt? What is it like?" "Yes, it hurts at first." I took his hand in mine and moved it to my cock. "Feel how big it is? You had it in your mouth, you know how wide I am. It will take some getting used to." "I want it." "Seanny, I want to be inside you, so much, you have no idea. You're so small, so young." "I can handle it!" he pleaded with a bravado I admired. And really, I needed to think about this. On the one hand, this is my son, I am his caregiver, committed to making sure that he doesn't get hurt in life. On the other hand, I am a boylover, and I was his age when my old man first fucked me with his big thick dick. I didn't die, and in fact, I craved it as soon as I'd had it. So, what was the right thing for a father and a son? I kissed Sean. I tasted him and felt the want coming from his body and heart. He kissed me passionately, moaning and whimpering into my mouth as we dueled our tongues and lips. I stroked his body, working it up into a high state of eroticism. He writhed and moaned, and grabbed my at my cock. I let him feel it. It was leaking and hard in his hand. I flipped him over on his belly, and he whimpered, having lost connection with my dick. It was only seconds though before I dove into the trench of his perfect ass with my beardy face. Sean's ass is really amazing, truly, and I am not just saying that because he's my son. It's muscular - his glutes contracting and bulging and moving when he walks, or, as he is now, squirming on the bed. I found his hole, and I spread his cheeks open with two fingers of one hand. My first taste of Sean was like nothing I've ever tasted before. Sure, yes, there was some sweat, none of us had showered that day, and some musk, and some earthy goodness of the last shit he had. He wasn't filthy, but he wasn't clean either, and I loved his taste. My tongue probed my own son's ass, and found the moist sides of his ring to be tantalizingly ready. For his part, Sean was moaning and begging. "Please, dad, it feels so good!" I turned him back over onto his back, and I looked down at him. "Do you really want this, boy?" "Please, daddy, I want it." I reached over to the bedside table and got out a bottle of lube. I opened it, and put some on my fingers, and then took one and put it against his ass. His little hole twitched as my finger traced its entrance. I pushed in, and I heard his breath hitch. "You're doing great, son. The more you relax, the easier this will be for you. I don't want to hurt you." "I trust you, dad." Shit, if someone could pull my wicked heart out of my chest and throw it on a platter, it would be with those words. I trust you, dad, as I was about to fuck my own son, changing the course of our lives, and taking his boyhood and manipulating it for my own wants. I trust you, dad. So honest. So simple. So fucking perfect. I added a second finger, and it went in smoothly. He focused and relaxed, and his muscle took me in easily. I fingered him, and found his prostate. He moaned and his cock lurched, and he lolled his head. "That is amazing!" he shouted. "I am going to find that spot every time, and keep you happy, my Sean." There would be more time in the future to explain the anatomy to him and tell him what was going on there, but for now, I was focused on giving him pleasure. "I'm going to put in a third finger now, baby," I announced. I didn't really know why I was announcing it - it was going to happen now, there was no stopping this train. But I still wanted to prepare him. I was becoming his lover, but I was already his dad. I had a job to do - to keep him safe and prepare him for the world. He took a third finger easily, and I twisted them inside him, feeling his warmth. He moaned and whimpered. "I love that. I need you. More. Please." How could I not proceed? I pulled my fingers out, and grabbing the lube, I squeezed more out onto my hand and cock. I stroked my cock twice, not that it needed any help. I was rock hard, and leaking, and it was my boy who was making it happen. I took the remaining lube and slathered it onto his hole, and dipped inside with my fingers. Satisfied that there was enough lube, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. "I love you, my son." "I love you, dad." We held each other's gaze, and my dick pushed against his ring. This was the moment. I hesitated for just a few seconds, taking a last look at the innocence of my boy, and what I saw was bliss, and pleasure, and trust. I couldn't have been more ready. I pushed forward, just a fraction of an inch, just enough to penetrate my boy for the first time. He didn't resist. No shudder, no rejection of the foreign intruder. He just opened himself to me. My fucking beautiful boy. I pushed further, pulling myself in, ever so slowly, keeping an eye out for a look of pain on his face, but, honestly, increasingly clouded in my judgement for the tight grip he had on the head of my dick. I withdrew a fraction of an inch, then pushed in again deeper. He moaned. He got it now, this was what felt good, the friction, the movement. In and out, I went in micromovements, feeling him adapt and bear down. It took a long time, but when I looked up again at his eyes, I was buried balls deep in him. He had a look of wonder on his face, completion, joy. "Oh fuck, Sean. I feel so good inside you, your ass, it is perfect. Made for me." "You made me, dad, so yeah, I am made for you. I have always been yours." This kid! How did he know just how to hit my heart and my dick at the same time. I fucked him, my first long-dick thrust. He loved it. I did it again. He bucked against me. I did it again, out all the way, then in, and he grabbed my sides with his small hands. I fucked him, longdicking him like it was my fucking job, thrusting into my boy with increasing pressure and speed. "I can't stop now, boy, I am so into you. You have taken all of me! My boy!" "Yeah, dad, I am yours now! Your babymaker is making me your baby again!" "You're my boy! Not my baby! You're a young man, my little man. Mine." My words made less and less sense, as my cock took over, and all I could focus on were the countless nerve endings firing in my dick as I plunged into my son over and over again. I sped up, fucking him now like a pig, slamming into my little man's body as I sped toward my completion. I spit into my hand and started to stroke my boy's cock. He was small, still, but his cock was proud. I loved running my palm over it and watching him, feeling him shudder. My cock buried deep in him, he rose to meet the thrusts of my cock and my hand as I fucked him every way I could. My boy was becoming my pig, and I couldn't fucking get enough of the way he moaned and begged and pleaded for me to own him. "Dad!" He shouted, his eyes opening wide and locking on mine, "Daddy, I am gonna cum!" And his body convulsed, shaking and rocking as his drygasm sped through him. His cock jumped in my hand and under me, and his ass, so tight already, clenched with all its might onto my thrusting cock. I pushed completely into him, slamming against him, and it was then my time, too. "Me, too, Sean! You made your dad cum! I am filling you now, with your own fucking DNA. Take it, boy, take my cum! Fuck, Sean, you are so fucking perfect. I fucking love you!" I shouted and gritted my teeth and my orgasm entered my boy for the second time in a day, this time, deep in his cunt where it would stay buried, becoming a part of him. After I finished, I fell on top of him, kissing him and tasting the sweat on his brow, and his neck and throat and chest. "Oh buddy, that was amazing. You are amazing. I am so lucky to be your dad," I said, my breathing still ragged from the workout fucking I gave my son. "This is what I wanted for my birthday. You. The best present ever." He reached his hand up and stroked my face, just like I was doing to him. I couldn't believe how sweet and mature and romantic he was. "I'm yours," I pledged. "I'm yours," he promised. And that was the first night my boy and I shared a bed, spooned up against each other, sleeping in each others arms. That was the night I fell in love with my son. ____ That was a really great installment to write, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There is nothing as sacred, as special, as a dad and his son's first fuck, and these two are going to be very busy in the coming days, weeks, months. You already know, because you've read earlier chapters, that their relationship grows and continues to evolve. We're going to explore more of them soon, especially as they interact with Ben and Nick. You didn't forget about Ben and Nick, did you? Well they've had a great summer, too. And it's time to come back to their story for a bit. As always, your feedback and suggestions help me make better writing. I take your suggestions seriously, and do what I can with them. Thank you. And now, stay tuned for part 13.