Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2019 01:01:17 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Jax by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Jax We weren't surprised to find out Cheryl was barren. We had been trying unsuccessfully to get pregnant for three years. Then we decided to become temporary foster parents. Child Protective Services would place children in our home until a suitable place could be found for them or, in rare cases, they went back to their parents. Jax (short for Jackson) first came to us at age eight. We instantly fell in love with him. He was a delightful child with a happy disposition and a quick smile for anyone. He was smart and funny and very respectful. When his mother was declared unfit (drugs and crimes) and imprisoned, we applied for adoption. It was the happiest day of our married life when we were accepted. After the final hearing on the matter, Jax looked up at Cheryl and said "Can I call you Mom now?" She cried all the way home. Me too. We watched Jax grow into a healthy, beautiful, and brilliant boy. Considering his early life, he was very balanced. It was as if he had never experienced those days of abuse and depravity. I say this only because of the little we knew about this time. His mother been a crack whore, which is why he was taken away from her. She'd had several `husbands' although I'm not sure she ever really married any of them. My wife and I reduced our availability to foster children in an effort to concentrate on Jax. We still took in one occasionally if there was no alternative for C.P.S., and only boys. As I said, Jax was a perfect child. Responsible and always happy. I guess he knew how good he had it now compared to his previous life. Over the next couple of years, we had a couple of boys on a temporary basis. When Jax was eleven, we received a new boy named Nate. He was almost thirteen, but seemed to get along well with Jax. This was always a major concern for us when we took in children. Jax was our top priority, any others would have to get along with him or we wouldn't keep them. The age difference didn't bother them, in fact, Jax seemed to look up to Nate as a role model of sorts, and it was just his good nature that made things easier for other kids. Then tragically, my wife died in an auto accident. Thankfully the boys weren't with her at the time. A drunk trucker drove his semi through a guardrail, ending up on top of my wife's car, completely flattening it and her. We were of course devastated. Jax took it really hard. Nate had only been with us a few weeks, so not as affected, but still somewhat. Jax leaned on Nate pretty heavily during the next couple of weeks. I was lost in a daze of funeral plans, well wishers, family condolences, etc., not to mention my own grief. I was thankful Nate was with us for Jax's sake, during this tragedy. Nate remained with us for only a few more weeks, then he was placed with another family. Poor Jax had lost his new mom, and his new best friend, in a short period. I took our name...well...my name, off the list of foster parents, and got down to raising my son. First, I wanted to get Jax away for awhile to take his mind off things. We went on a two week cruise. Jax slowly pulled himself out of the doldrums, and soon was back to the smiling happy boy he had been It was also on the cruise that I noticed that Jax wasn't just a little boy anymore. We were sharing a stateroom with twin beds. The first night in our cabin, Jax showered and came out in his Y front briefs. I saw a bulge there that I hadn't expected. I mean I know he's a boy and all, and he's growing up, but for some reason I only expected a bump, not an actual bulge. By now, Jax was twelve. I thought back to when I was that age, and realized I did quite a bit of growing then too. I guess I kinda felt proud. My little boy was growing into a man. Each night I would look at him in his briefs as we would plan our next day's activity. I woke up each morning before Jax, just so I could see his morning wood as he dashed to the toilet. It pointed straight up, pushing the fabric away from his belly. We finished our cruise, and tried to establish a normal routine back home. Though a big part was missing from our lives, we muddled through, and even became closer. Jax friendly disposition was back on track, and all was well. The only change between us was a less formal atmosphere at home. Before my wife died, we were always properly dressed in common areas of the house. With only two guys around now, and having shared a small room on the ship, we fell into a routine of casual semi nudity. It wasn't unusual for me to find Jax eating his morning cereal wearing only his briefs. At night after his shower, he would join me in the living room to watch tv, again wearing only briefs. I adopted the same casual attitude and wore only boxers around the house. On one occasion, Jax asked me why I wore boxers instead of briefs. I had begun wearing boxers when we were trying to get pregnant. My wife read somewhere that keeping the testicles at the right temperature was important to sperm production. Some doctors thought that briefs held the testicles too close to the body and therefore at a slightly higher temperature. At the time we were unaware that the problem was with her, not me. I told Jax that I thought I looked silly in briefs. He asked if he should try boxers. "No...uh...You look great in briefs." I even accented my point by giving his pert bottom a light slap. Jax giggled at my forwardness. I had never done anything remotely similar to that before. Afterwards, I wondered why I had been so quick to say no. The thought of not observing the continuous growth of that bulge came to me, so my answer was an instant reflex response. What about the pat on the butt? Was that a reflex too? It was just a dad patting his son's butt, right? It was around this time that I noticed Jax was taking longer in the shower. I knew what this meant. Jax was playing with his dick in the shower. The mental image stayed with me a long time. When he came to watch tv later, I practically stared a hole through his underwear. I was trying to see if I could tell a difference from earlier occasions I had seen him. Does it look puffier? I think it does. Did he have an orgasm? Can he cum yet? No, surely not, he's just a little boy. And yet... I became obsessed with the thought. I couldn't wait to see him after his shower. I sometimes waited just outside the bathroom door, so I could see him as soon after as possible. Maybe even catch him still erect. Then I noticed him heading to the bathroom as soon as he came home from school. He seemed to stay in there a long time too. One day I crept up to the door and listened. I could hear his heavy breathing, and noticeable `fapping' sounds. It drove me nuts. I knew that just on the other side of that door, my son was jerking off. Beating the bishop. Flogging his log. I felt myself getting hard at the thought. Did I actually want to see him do it? What's up with that? Why? I didn't have any answers, only that I wanted to watch. The next day, I waited for him to go into the bathroom, then I got a small mirror and lay on the floor by the door. I slowly slid the mirror under, just enough to see the ceiling on the other side. Then I tilted the mirror enough to find Jax sitting on the toilet. He had his phone in one hand up by his face, and as I scanned down, I saw his other hand engaged in the age old method of masturbation. I couldn't see much. The angle was poor, and his hip blocked some of the view. But I could clearly see his fist pumping. My cock grew hard as I watched. Then he let go of his dick to change whatever he was viewing on his phone. I could see the top half of his erection. It confirmed what I had suspected, he was circumcised, and fairly thick. I couldn't tell how long it was or if he had any pubes, but I almost shot a load right then. His hand came down and wrapped around his dick again, and he resumed stroking. Suddenly, he leaned forward and pointed his dick into the toilet bowl. OH MY GOD! Does that mean he can cum? Was he shooting a load of boy cream? He's only a little boy. Well...He was almost thirteen, so maybe. He stayed bent over for a little while, then sat up straight, and reached for the toilet tissue. He used a little to wipe his fingers, then took more from the roll to clean his cock head. I guess that answered that question. I was still in a daze when I noticed him pull up his jeans and underwear, and stand. I adjusted the mirror in time to see his still hard dick as it disappeared inside his underwear. It stood out straight, but I couldn't judge it's size. Shit! I had to get out of there before he caught me peeking under the door. I jumped up and ran to my own toilet for some much needed relief. The following weekend, Jax had a friend over to spend the night. As it got late, I told them to get ready for bed. I locked up the house and turned out lights, then headed to my room. As I passed the bathroom I heard them both in there. The shower was running, and it sounded like they were showing together. There was a lot of laughter and splashing about. I went to get my trusty mirror that had seen a lot of use that week. Of course I couldn't see around the shower curtain, but for sure they were both in there. By then, it had gotten quieter, with only the sound of running water. After a few more minutes, the shower was turned off, and I watched the curtain being drawn aside to reveal two teen boys with erections. Bruce (the friend), who is taller and leaner than Jax and appears to be further along in puberty, had a small bush and a nice sized dick. Jax was just as big, but had only a few whispies above his beautiful cock. The boys stepped out and began toweling off, and playing grab ass. By the time they started putting on their underwear, their penises had gone down. I removed myself from the floor, and again headed to my own relief. With the images fresh in my mind, it wasn't long before I unloaded. What spurred me on most though, was wondering what the two had been doing while in the shower. It was just after Jax's thirteenth birthday that something new was added to the mix. Bruce was again invited to stay over, and I was at my post as they stepped from the shower. This time though, they toweled each other dry, and appeared to have no reservations about touching the other's dick. A familiarity that could only come from assumed permission because of previous intimate contact. The following Friday afternoon, Jax had been home about half an hour when he suddenly cried out to me from his bedroom. I could tell from the sound of his voice he was in trouble of some kind. I raced to his room and found him in bed under the blanket. He was laying on his side, but I could see his bare chest and shoulders. "What's wrong son?" I asked when I saw his puffy tear filled eyes. "I...I..." He was blubbering, but finally spit out "I can't get it out." "What son? What can't you get out?" I thought he meant he couldn't get the courage to speak about whatever was bothering him. I soon discovered he meant the problem was it would not come out... of him. "Mom's ... toy. It's stuck and won't come out. Confession time. My wife and I had toys that we played with. One was a lifelike dildo about eight inches long and reasonably thick. I used it on her numerous times as a third person in our role play. The other was a smaller lifelike toy, no bigger than my finger. It looked like a miniature dick only it didn't have balls. We had discovered that I liked it when she would shove a finger in my ass while making love. She bought the toy for me, and sometimes she used it during foreplay. I hadn't used it in a few years, because I bought a slightly larger one that I keep in my nightstand. Jax must have found the smaller one in her nightstand. I haven't even looked in that drawer since she died. And to be honest, since I've been spying on Jax under the bathroom door, I have thought about him on several occasions as I plunged the newer one in and out of my ass. "It's stuck...uh...inside you?" I asked as calmly as I could. Jax nodded. "Will you show me?" Jax turned away from me and lowered the blanket. His butt came into view, and I felt my pants become tighter. Once the blanket cleared his bottom, he pushed it out toward me. I could see his crack, and below that, part of his ball sack was also visible. He reached back and pulled his buttcheeks apart, and I could see his cut little pink starfish winking at me. "I don't see anything, Jax." "That's just it. It's all the way up there," he cried. I gripped his buttcheeks and placed my thumbs on either side of his opening. I tried to peel it open, but Jax clenched. "You've got to relax ,Jax" He did and I peeled him open enough to see the bottom of the toy about an inch inside his chute. I inserted a finger to see if I could grip it somehow without pushing it further in. Jax moaned as I felt the edge of the anal intruder. I worked my finger around the edge, and up the side of it, causing more moaning from Jax. Jax was pretty tight, and I could feel him gripping my finger as I tried uselessly to work the toy out. I removed my finger drawing a groan of disappointment from Jax. "I'll be right back. Try to relax." I went to the garage and got my needle nose pliers from my tool box. I stopped at the bathroom and ran hot water over them, wiped them off, and then used alcohol to sterilize them. Jax remained just as I'd left him. "Spread your cheeks," I instructed. As he did, I opened his pucker with one hand and inserted the pliers with the other. Once I felt the pliers bump into the toy, I opened them and pressed forward a bit more, then closed them. I had successfully gripped the toy, so I pulled outward. The toy cleared his muscle ring, so I let go with the pliers, intending to grab it with my fingers to finish removing it. Jax's butt didn't want to let it go, and sucked it right back in, causing another moan from Jax. I repeated the process, but continued to pull on it even after it was protruding from him. I could feel his butt fighting the loss of the toy. For some reason, I pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed it back in and out again twice before removing it completely. Jax either didn't notice or maybe didn't care that I had stroked it in and out of him. Maybe he just thought I was still trying to remove it, and simply lost my grip on it again. But he didn't complain or question it, only moaned. "It's out now," I informed him. I saw his arm moving under the blanket. His hand was obviously on his dick. "Yeah, I know," he answered as he turned over onto his back. There was no mistaking his erection still hidden by the blanket. It lay against his belly, but was throbbing. My eyes of course were drawn to the outline of his rampant dick causing such an erotic scene. When I could tear my eyes away, I looked at his face. He was watching me watch his dick. The expression on his face had changed from scared and crying, to lust and embarrassment. "Now that the crisis is over, do you want to tell me how it happened?" I think that if he had said no, I would have left it at that. But he sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed, the blanket dropped down exposing his chest and belly, leaving a tent where his throbbing dick still stood proud. "I was, you know... playing with it, and it just got lost." "Yeah, I got that much. But what brought this on?" He was hesitant, but eventually revealed something I wasn't aware of. "My real mom's last husband used to play with me." "Ok... and?" "Well, when mom wasn't around, he would have a couple of friends over, and let them play with me too." All sorts of images ran through my mind, and headed straight to my dick. "Define `play'." He hung his head. "At the time I really didn't know what it was all about. I was just a kid. Well, he would make me take my clothes off, and then they would have a game to see whose dick I could I take more of in my mouth. It was like the third time they played that I had a guy's dick in my mouth when Burt, mom's husband, put his little finger in my butt. It kinda hurt, and I pulled away, but it made me go further down on the friend's dick. They all laughed, but that started a trend. Each time I put my mouth on someone, someone put a finger in me. One of the guys had a pretty small dick, and I actually got it all in my mouth. I guess he won the game. "The next day when mom was gone, Burt woke me up pulling my underwear off. I was used to him doing stuff like that so I barely paid any attention to it. He rubbed my little dick a bit, then raised my leg, and put his little finger in me. That made me open my eyes. He was standing by my bed in his boxers, and I could see his dick pushing out in front. He starts moving his finger in and out of me as he removes his boxers. He tells me to practice taking dick into my mouth for the next game. His dick is much bigger than the guy that won, so I couldn't take the whole thing. He keeps insisting I try harder and pushes more into my mouth. For some reason, I didn't really care, because I was concentrating on his finger going in and out of me. Then suddenly, he grabs my head and pushes his dick in as much as he could, and I could feel stuff going down my throat. I choked and almost threw up, but managed to swallow it. I didn't know what it was then, now I know he had cum in my mouth. "The next time his friends came over, he called me in. I knew they wanted to play the game, so I just took off my clothes and got on my knees. As soon as I had my mouth on the first guy, Burt shoved his little finger in me again. His friend grabbed my head and started pumping up at my mouth trying to get more of his dick in me. He didn't take long to shoot in my mouth, and I moved over to the next guy. By the time I got to the third guy, they didn't have to hold my head. As long as Burt or someone pumped a finger in my butt, I would bob my head on the dick. "The next time they wanted to play the game, I got naked and the first guy in my mouth. He was waiting for me to start moving on him. I raised up and looked at Burt and said "Finger." He smiled and I got his finger in me. After I sucked the three friends, they left. Burt put lotion on his middle finger saying "Want to try this one?" I nodded and bent over. As he pushed it into me he said "Soon I'm gonna put something bigger in there. "Then my real mom got arrested again and I was picked up by CPS. It wasn't until Mom died, that I got interested in stuff like that again. After her funeral, I was upset, so I slept with Nate. Somehow, I ended up with his dick in my mouth. I think I just needed comforting, like a baby with a pacifier. He was just as surprised as I was when I started sucking him. The next night I asked him if I could sleep with him again. We lay there in the dark for a few minutes, then I reached for his dick again. After a minute, he pulled his underwear off to give me more room, and I went under the cover and sucked him again. After that, he didn't bother to wear anything to bed because I was going to suck him even when I started sleeping in my own bed again. Then Nate left. I felt so lonely. "That is until Bruce stayed over. We took a shower together. His dick reminded me of Nate's, and I put my hand on it and stroked him a little. He didn't get mad at me, so when we went to bed, I just asked him if he wanted me to suck it. He nodded, so I did. It was just like when I sucked Nate.The next time he came over, we showered together again. After we got in, I just got on my knees and he knew what I wanted. I sucked him in the shower, and again after we went to bed. "I remembered all those times I sucked Burt's friends with a finger in my butt. I remembered how much I liked it. I thought it would be fun to let Bruce...you know, fuck me. I had seen the toy in Mom's drawer, and thought I should try it first. When I put it in, I liked it, so I moved it in and out a little, and then I thought about Bruce's dick. It's longer than the toy, thicker too, so I pushed more of it in, and I guess I got carried away, and it disappeared. I was so scared, I called you." I was dumbfounded. If anyone ever met Jax, this sweet good natured boy, they would never say `He's probably a cocksucker.' They would never suspect he'd had been abused by his stepfather and his friends, or that he was giving his own friends blow jobs. Even now after hearing his story, I found it hard to believe I had just removed a toy from his butt. A toy that had been put there in preparation of letting his friend fuck him. I thought about forbidding Bruce from spending the night. I thought about what they might do. I also thought about Jax's wanting it. Even though he was embarrassed to tell me, he didn't try to cover up what he was planning. I was grateful he trusted me enough to be open and honest about everything. He obviously valued my opinion, or he wouldn't have told me anything. "Are you mad at me?" he asked. "No." "Disappointed with me?" "Why would you asked that?" "Because I sucked someone's dick. I know you don't blame me for Burt and his friends, but Nate and Bruce, I did it because I wanted to. Are you disappointed in me because of that?" "No. But I will offer you some advice. Boy's your age want to experiment to some degree. They might let a friend jerk them off, or maybe even suck them. But I think you should be careful about asking Bruce to do more than that. Has he ever done anything to you? Like jerk you off or suck you?" "No. He only touched it a little." "Then If I were you, I would make sure that it is something he is really interested in doing. At least be sure he wants to suck you too, before you go to the next step." "Why?" "Because he may decide that the experimental line stops at sucking. Beyond that, is an area he might be uncomfortable with, and he could turn on you. Start talking behind your back. Calling you names that the others will also join in calling you," I explained. "You mean like `fag' and `fairy', stuff like that." "Yes. Kids can be cruel. Something like that will follow you at least through high school, and make your life miserable." Jax leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Thanks Dad." When he pulled away, I glanced down to see that the base of his hard dick and his few whispies were now visible. "Sorry about that. I guess all this talk has kinda.." "Yeah. I know what you mean," I said as I stood to reveal my own erection outlined in my pants. Jax looked at it and smiled. He threw the blanket aside and pulled up his underwear that was at his ankles. I got a good look at his dick for the first time. It was about five inches long and thick The head was a nice bell shape, slightly bigger around than the shaft. He must have seen my cock jump in my pants. He slowly lifted his hips and finished pulling up his underwear, covering his dick at the last second. "Can we order pizza for dinner?" he asked climbing out of bed. "Sure. Whatever you want." It was the first time he had an erection while wearing his briefs around me other than his morning jaunts to the bathroom onboard the ship. He made no effort to hide it from me, and I was just as hard as he the rest of the evening. I tried to sneak away to get some relief while he watched tv, but he came looking for me. I was going to stroke one out in the shower and had stripped down to my boxers when he came in. "Dad, uh..." He started, but stood staring at my tented shorts. "Yes?" "Oh ...Uh yeah. Is Bruce still allowed to come over tomorrow?" "Yes, but I suggest you give my advice some thought." "Okay," he replied, but hesitated before leaving. I turned on the shower and stepped out of my boxers. I was barely under the spraying water before I began stroking. Images of Jax's cute little butt, his puckered opening, and his hard cock flashed through my mind. Seeing that toy lodged in his tight hole pushed me over the edge, and I splattered the glass wall of my shower with a huge load. As I rinsed away the evidence of my self abuse, I saw a shadow move across my bathroom door. I joined Jax in the living room and watched tv for awhile. Neither of us spoke about the earlier events, but we both spent a lot of time glancing at the other's crotch. Just before bedtime, Jax said, "Dad, thanks for being so understanding." "No worries, Son. I'm glad you felt you could turn to me in what had to be a very embarrassing situation." "Embarrassing for sure. And I'm sorry I took Mom's toy without asking first." "Actually, it's my toy," I confessed. I don't even know why I said it. He didn't have to know that. Jax looked at me in surprise when the realization of what I'd said sank in. Then a slight grin creeped over his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead turned and went to his room. Saturday afternoon Bruce came over to spend the night. You wouldn't be able to tell they were any different than any other two best friends. The fact that one had sucked the other was certainly not evident. They played some hoops in the driveway for a while, then video games while I prepared dinner. Later we all watched some sci-fi thriller that is popular among teens, before they went off to bed. I was somewhat surprised, and if being honest a bit disappointed, that they didn't shower first. I desperately wanted to witness some interaction between them. Even if it was under a door through a small mirror. Sunday morning I tried to see if they acted any different with each other. Maybe a furtive glance, or suggestive little smiles. But I noticed nothing out of the ordinary. After Bruce left, I waited for Jax to tell me what transpired between them the night before. He volunteered nothing about it, and I wasn't going to pry. Though I desperately wanted to. Did Jax give Bruce another blow job. Did Bruce return the favor. Or maybe my son got butt fucked. Did he like it? Was he planning to let Bruce do it to him again. Or maybe they traded off. Each one taking his friend's dick in his ass. I watched Jax like a hawk the rest of the evening. Did he sit gently because his butt was sore? No. Did he walk any differently? No. Was he unusually quiet because he was thinking about how it felt? No. Damn! It was driving me crazy. After Jax had been so open about everything, I thought we had crossed a threshold of communication. Now he denied me any information. The next week seemed to drag by. I managed to see Jax coming out of the shower twice that week, both times it appeared he had jerked off in the shower. His red and still swollen dick swayed in evidence as he dried himself. Bruce came over for awhile on Wednesday, but they were never alone long enough for anything to occur. By Friday, I expected Jax would have asked if Bruce could spend the night that weekend, but he never asked. Were the lovebirds quarreling? Did Jax not like it in the ass after all? Was Bruce a lousy lay? Damn! After dinner, I was cleaning up the kitchen, when Jax said he was going to shower before we watched tv. I finished up in the kitchen, but Jax had not returned. After another half hour, I was beginning to worry, when he finally showed. I was a bit surprised and disappointed to see that he was wearing his robe. We had gotten into the habit of wearing just underwear when relaxing, I assumed this meant he was no longer comfortable around me. I had stripped down to my boxers, and suddenly felt underdressed as Jax sat beside me on the sofa. He had one leg folded under him and the other hanging off the sofa. We had sat there a few minutes when Jax put the other foot up on the seat. His robe was caught in the fold of his knee, but drooped down a bit, exposing his upper leg and thigh. I had seen this part of his body a hundred times, but somehow it looked sexier when accidentally exposed by the errant garment. Soon Jax scratched his leg, and the robe came loose from the fold in his knee. It lay on the sofa, allowing me to see through the open arch of his leg. My breath caught in my chest as I realized I could see his genitals. He was naked under the robe. My cock grew hard in my boxers, and I had trouble concentrating on whatever was on tv. Jax remained nonchalantly sitting there as if he was fully clothed. He actually started waving his knee back and forth causing even more of his flawless flesh to be exposed. His entire leg and hip were bare. If not for the belt of the robe his lap would be as well. I felt my throat tighten as I kept glancing at my beautiful son all but naked beside me. I crossed my legs to hide my own rampant cock. "Dad. Do you remember what we talked about last week?" "Um...uh yeah." "Well, while Bruce and I were playing hoops, he mentioned a guy he knew last year that got drunk at a Halloween party, and let two guys fuck him." "Oh? So what happened?" "Of course the whole school knew about it the next day. The kids were pretty cruel to him. They weren't mean to the two guys though. It was like a big joke to them. The kid changed schools by Christmas." "Yeah, that sort of thing happens sometimes." "I thought about what you said, you know, about Bruce and all. When we went to bed, he asked me if I wanted to suck him again. I told him I don't really like doing it but I would if he did it too. He didn't want to, so I didn't either. I kinda got the feeling that if I had let him do what I was thinking about, I would have to change schools soon too." "That was probably a pretty wise decision," I said. "I think so too. But I was kinda looking forward to ... well, you know. I have been thinking about it so long now, and I like Bruce, but I don't think I can trust him to be discreet about it." "Also probably a wise decision." Jax was quiet for a minute. I was too, trying to hide my erection and still manage to get glimpses of Jax's. "You said the toy was yours? What about that big one that was in the drawer with it?" "Now you're getting into a private area. What your mother and I did in the bedroom is between her and I." "So it was hers, and the small one was for you. I see. I can only guess you used the big one on her, and she used the small one on you. That's why you didn't get mad when I had it in my butt. You like the same thing." I'm sure the answer was written all over my face. "Have you ever had a real one? I mean, like inside you?" "No! I haven't even used that toy in years," I protested. "So you must have graduated to something bigger. You use the middle size one that's in the other nightstand." My silence spoke volumes. Jax moved closer to me, his robe parting as he did. His dick was as hard as mine, and throbbing. "It's ok Dad. I was embarrassed last week when you saw me like that. Then I just spilled my guts about everything. I felt a lot better after. Not hiding anything from you, I knew you would still love me." His hand found the lump in my boxers. "I want to try it, and I think you do too. I trust you above everyone else. Please Dad?" I knew he was right, and so did he. His hand slithered inside the opening of my boxers and grasped my swollen cock. "Mmm. You're bigger than Bruce. You're even bigger than Burt and his friends. Please Dad. You know I'm going to do it sooner or later. Wouldn't you rather it be with someone who loves me?" That was true too. Jax stood and pulled me to my feet. He dropped his robe and started toward my bedroom. His butt looked so inviting as it swayed in front of me. He lay on my bed, and reached into my nightstand. He knew right where my bottle of lube was, and handed it to me. "Use some of this on your cock, I'm already prepared." He obviously really did want this. I slathered a lot of lube on my eight and a half inches, as Jax lay on his back and watched. When I set the bottle down, Jax raised his legs in the air, offering himself to me. I lined up and pressed forward. After a few seconds, his pucker gave way, and I popped in. "OH, Jesus," he groaned. "Are you okay?" "I'm great, keep going." I couldn't believe I was actually fucking a boy's ass. Not just any boy, my own son. I pushed deeper and deeper to the grateful moans from Jax. His dick had wilted a little at first, then became an iron bar as I gained ground in him. "Do you like it Dad?" "I love being in you. It's better than any girl I've ever been in," I admitted as I finally hit bottom. "Oh, God. I love it too. I knew I would. Keep fucking me Dad." Jax didn't usually use language like that, but considering the circumstances I couldn't very well scold him. Just as I hadn't when he had the toy stuck in his ass. I slid in and out of him slowly, making sure to drag as far out as possible without exiting his butt, and pushing all the way in until my pubes were mashed against his perineum. I couldn't believe the sight before me. My cock extending from Jax's butt crack. The most incredible sight I've ever witnessed. I wanted him to enjoy our joining, and I also wanted to hold his cock in my hand, so I reached down and grasped it for the first time. A thrill shot through me as I stroked his dick. I couldn't believe I actually had it in my hand. It was stone hard. A hugely attractive example of boyhood beauty. "Don't Dad. It's too sensitive." I let his dick drop, and gripped his thighs instead. Picking up the pace, I noticed his cock throbbing, and Jax moaned with every thrust. "GOD...You're gonna...I'm cumming." Evidence of my son's ability to shoot a load blasted out, almost hitting his chin, then drooled out as I continued to pound his butt. "Should I stop, Jax?" "Never." I was glad to hear him say that. I don't think I could have stopped if he wanted me to. Jax brought his ankles up around my back, and pulled me down to him. His lips met mine as I continued to plow in and out of him. His kiss was passionate and demanding. He whimpered and moaned constantly and began thrusting up at me. This only spurred me on toward my own orgasm. I could feel Jax's chute grip me even tighter, and his cock throbbed between our bellies. "Cumming again," Jax whispered in my ear. It was too much for me, and I filled him with my cum. I was out of breath, and I could feel Jax's heart pounding just as hard as mine. I lay atop him until my cock began to wilt, then I withdrew and lay beside him. Jax rolled toward me placing his head on my shoulder, and his arm across my chest. He snuggled in close, and I could feel his creamy load between our bodies. "Thanks Dad. That was wonderful," he whispered as he tucked his head under my chin. We fell asleep, but not for long. I awoke to Jax stroking my cock, then he straddled me and sank his butt on my renewed erection. I watched silently as my son rode me. His face aglow with the sensations created in his body by my cock. His boy cock bounced above my belly in time with his rocking. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but didn't want to break the spell he was in. He leaned down and kissed me as he moaned through another orgasm, spurting more cream between us. I grabbed his butt cheeks and thrust up into him until I unloaded again. He groaned in disappointment as my soft cock slithered out of him. He rolled off, and down beside me again, and was soon fast asleep. In the morning we showered together. Jax sucked my cock until I gave up my cum. We dried off, and returned to bed where I sucked my son's dick for the first time. I loved having his young cock in my mouth and vowed to have it often. We ate a late breakfast and returned to bed where I received my first fucking. Having a real cock in me instead of a toy was everything I hoped it would be. Having Jax's cock made it incredible. The boy was made for sex. Giving or receiving, he was a master already. Jax shared my bed until he went away to college. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service.