Early to Rise, a short story by Josh Terrence


Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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I can't get Kevin to wake up and I'm going to be late,” my wife Belinda said in a hurry, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek as I picked my coffee cup up from the table and took a final swig. “I love you, babe.”

I love you too, dear,” I told her, puckering up for a more intimate kiss on the lips.

When she was out the door, I sighed deeply and headed up the stairs, where my son Kevin was sleeping soundly in his bedroom. It was 7:15 in the morning and he needed to get moving so he wouldn't be late for class, so I went into his room and spoke up.

Kevin, it's time to wake up, son,” I said with a calm inflection in my voice. His only response was to pull the covers up over his head and curl into a ball, so I walked over to his bed and took a seat on the side. Reaching out and running my fingers through his short dark hair, I pulled the covers back and tried again.

Hey buddy, what time did you get to bed last night?” I asked, eliciting a groan from him that told me he hit the hay way past his curfew. Slightly annoyed that he didn't get to bed at a decent hour, I told him, “If you didn't get to bed last night, that's your problem. You need to get up right now.”

Nooo,” he whined, then he nuzzled his head back into his pillow.

Realizing that he might not make it to his 9:00AM class if I left while he was still asleep, I gently rubbed his back and pulled the only card that I knew would work on him.

Okay buddy,” I relented, then I leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek. “But if I find out you missed your class today, you're grounded.”

Why?” he griped, his voice groggy and his tone clearly irritated.

Because mom and I paid a lot of money for you to take those classes, son,” I said, my tone still even. “This isn't high school anymore, kiddo. You're 18 years old now, and you need to start being responsible. If not, I'm taking the car away.”

But dad,” he whined again, but I cut him off again by kissing the top of his head and getting up. I walked as far as the doorjamb to his room and watched from the hallway as he sleepily pulled his covers the rest of the way back and got up. He sat on the side of his bed for a moment with his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes while he gathered his senses, then he looked over at me with a pitiful, almost sad pout.

My heart melted right away when I saw his lower lip stick out. It was practically trembling and his eyes were filled with hurt, but I knew it was for the best. So instead of relenting and letting my boy go back to sleep, I walked back over to the bed and sat beside him. He immediately leaned into my side, so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and rubbed his back to comfort him.

I'm sorry kiddo,” I told him. “I know you're tired, but this is what happens when you don't go to bed on time.”

I shouldn't have a bedtime anymore,” he grumped, and I let it go unanswered.

Instead, I sat with him while the cobwebs cleared out, then I stood up with him and helped him walk to the bathroom. While he was draining his bladder, I went back to his room and fetched some clean underwear and socks, then I picked out a shirt and some jeans for him to wear.

Just as I suspected, he staggered back to his bed and planted himself face first on the pillow. Seeing that my son was trying to convince me to let him go back to sleep, I playfully threw his shirt at his head.

Come on, buddy, I need you to get up,” I insisted, and he grumbled again. “Do I need to get in with you and wake you up my way?”

Instead of shaking his head no, a naughty smile spread out across his face and I knew what I needed to do.

The bed dipped as soon as I climbed in at the foot, then he spread his legs apart to make room for me to crawl up to his bubble butt. His bottom was clad in a pair of white boxer briefs that were riding up his crack, so I planted my face in the seat of his undies and inhaled deeply. Right away, the scent of his boy pussy filled my olfactory with its goodness, taking my breath away and sending a thrill through my loins. The heat that was pouring out of his crack permeated the fabric of his underwear and encased my smiling face as I drew in whiff after delectable whiff of my boy's rear end.

While my head was spinning with lust, Kevin used his knees to press into the mattress, then his bottom raised up and my nose pressed deeper into his crack. The sharp scent of his pucker intensified, and I couldn't help but use my tongue to dig around for his rose bud. As soon as I felt the tender spines around his entrance through the white knitted fabric of his briefs, I lustily centered the tip of my tongue against it. Then, with desire leading the way, I began licking it in a counter clockwise circle.

I could feel the firm spines of his boy pussy tensing up as I made pass after delicious pass over his pucker while he wrapped his arms around his pillow and hissed with delight. The flavor of his rear end was starting to grow stronger, seeping through the cotton stitching of his boxer briefs and inundating my tongue with its goodness. I responded by eating deeper, abandoning the circular motion of my tongue and moving on to the deep, repeated licking of his moistening entrance. My teeth were starting to catch against his briefs as I ate deeper and deeper while his moaning let me know that he was eager for me to continue.

The flavor of my son's ass is always a treat for me, and at the moment, I was getting anxious for a better taste. So I pulled off of his rear end just long enough to peel his boxer briefs down and expose his plump bubble butt. My boy has a set of butt cheeks that would rival any twink or porn actress in the world. When he's in his birthday suit, they look like two balloons, filled with more air than they were designed to hold. The rest of his body is perfectly proportionate for an 18 year old boy, 5'8” and 125 pounds. But when he stuffs that nice, round boy butt in a pair of blue jeans, he becomes a symbol of desire for even the pickiest of boylovers.

Which is why I found myself in a certifiable frenzy as soon as I used my hands to part his perfect half moons. His pucker came into view and I nearly came in my pants as the strong scent of his pheromones rolled off of it and drifted into my nose. It was bright red and dripping with ass juice, a byproduct of the tongue action I'd already treated it to and an indication of what he was in the mood for at the moment. Using my right thumb, I gave it a firm rub down, then I buried my face between his buns and let them close around it.

As if I were in a sauna, the heat and aroma of his boy pussy rolled over my face and into my nose with unrelenting force. When I opened my mouth, I could taste the desire that his bottom was stirring with, even before my tongue came into contact with his pucker. There was a trickle of sweat that I spotted at the top of his crevice, creating a moist trail that ran from his tail bone to the spines of his boy hole. Filled with desire, I placed the flat of my tongue against his tasty hole, then I forcefully licked all the way up to the top of his crack. As the salty, sweaty flavor danced on my tongue, I greedily licked up and down, anxious to consume the treat that his young body had produced for my pleasure.

By now, Kevin's boyish moans were continuous and filled with a wondrous inflection that filled me with warmth. I could tell from the soft whimpers that he was letting loose with that he was biting his fist with pleasure. At the same time, his bottom started to press back against my face, telling me that he was enjoying my oral assault on his aroused rear end, and wanted more of the same. Anxious to please, I ran my tongue around the sweet, tender skin that surrounds his pucker with authority. The heat that was pouring out of his hole seemed to radiate through the soft skin lining his crevice, which was hot to the touch against the wet tip of my tongue.

When I finally zeroed in on his pucker, Kevin's moaning told the story of a boy who was in the grip of anal ecstasy. I felt his body shift and realized that he had raised his bottom so that it was sticking straight up in the air while my tongue took continuous, deep licks of his boy pussy. My teeth were gently scraping his pucker and the morning stubble around my mouth was scrubbing the sensitive skin in his crevice, making his cheeks burn sweetly. Between his thighs, his still developing boy cock was harder than concrete, pointing down at his mattress while his still young nut sack pulled tight to his body.

With my tongue working to dig deeper and deeper into his sphincter, I found myself under the spell of my own pleasure filled trance. The flavor of my boy's hot pucker was salty, sweet and spicy, all at the same time. The juices that were flowing from his treasure ran heavy, and I was eagerly lapping them up as the indulgence of the moment closed in around me. In my pants, my man cock was on fire, aching with the need for release while I enjoyed pass after decadent pass around the hot edges of my baby boy's sphincter.

Out of nowhere, Kevin's boy hole relaxed for a moment and my tongue gained entry. I was immediately treated to a flavor explosion that made my dick jump in my pants, then his anus tensed up and closed around the tip of my tongue. His juices were flowing heavier now, running out of his treasure faster than I could lick them up. Driven by the flavor of his unrelenting juices, I tilted my head to the left and used all of my strength to dig and lick deeper, my need to consume his boy pussy to great to deny.

As soon as my tongue pushed deeper, Kevin's hole began to open and close, over and over again. This allowed me to push my tongue in even more, then his tight bottom contracted and my tongue folded. Just then a gush of ass juice inundated my tongue and mouth, then my boy let loose with a howl and his bottom forcefully ejected my tongue from its recesses. I sat back on my legs and watched as his boy boner jerked, twitched and throbbed, then several ropes of his honey shot out and landed on the sheet below him.

When his climax had played itself out, he rolled over onto his back and smiled up at me. He was glowing with sexual contentment and his chest was heaving. I watched with pride as he used his hands to explore his hard nipples, then he toyed with his navel while he calmed down. I crawled up beside him and planted a soft kiss on his lips, then I brushed his bangs out of his eyes and spoke gently to him.

I love you, sweetheart,” I told him, and he sighed deeply.

I love you too, dad,” he said, then he puckered his lips for another kiss.

I leaned down and planted another kiss on his lips, then I rubbed his chest for a moment and asked, “Are you all set now?”

He nodded up at me with an affectionate smile, then he asked, “Are you coming home for lunch, dad?”

I can, buddy,” I offered him. “Would you like to spend some time with dad at lunch?”

Yeah, I was thinking we could have some more special time,” he said shyly, then he blushed.

Alright, kiddo,” I said with a wink. “How about if you get up and get dressed, and I'll meet you here at 12:30?”

Okay!” he said excitedly, then he blushed again. “Dad?”

Yes buddy?”

I can't wait to see you later,” he sighed, and my heart melted again.

Me either, kiddo,” I assured him.

With that, I planted another kiss on his forehead, then I got up and went back downstairs to my coffee and paper while he got dressed for school.

The End.

Coming soon, Mason loses his pants as soon as gets off the bus. Find out why in:

Mason After School

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Other Work by Josh Terrence:

Gay/Adult-Youth Fiction

Gay/Incest Fiction

Gay/Urination Fiction

Gay/Young Friends Fiction


The Apple Tree

Pacific Rim Job

All You Can Eat

The Persistent Trespasser

The Boy at My Door

The Coupling


Jimmy's Tunnel of Love

All Anal for Isaac

Something Special for Eli

Trifecta In the Hallway

Bobby's Thanksgiving Feast

The Birthday Boy

The Trouble With Austin

Saturday Morning Splendor

Taylor Made


Alan's Brown Experience

James' Secret

Kyle's Afterschool Snack


Crew Cuts & Bubble Butts

Simon Spreads His Legs

Short Stories:

The Hookup

Oliver's Eatery

Friday Night Delight

Spencer on the Prowl

The Rear Entrance

Justin's Peculiar Tail

Sticky Sweet Relief

At The Park

Ethan's Shameless Turn

Mason Gets Laid

A Package for Simon

A Ride Through the City

Andrew's Pajama Party

Keith's Guilty Pleasure

Corey in the Morning

Adam Needs a Ride

Sean's Day Out

A Curious Tug of War

A Stir in Ian's Bottom

Jason in the Men's Room

An After School Quickie

Short Stories:

Bobby Starts Christmas Break

The King and the Prince

Rite of Passage

The Family Seed

Daddy's Boy

Rearing Derick

Home for Lunch

Spare the Rod

Daddy Takes Control

Daddy's Little Prancer

Jimmy's Chaperone

Stuart's Insatiable Itch

Short Stories:

Tanner Orders a # 2

Kenny Reports for Doodie

Breakfast in Bed

Cooper's Naughty Craving

Hunter's Fetish

The Party Pooper

The Park Toilet

Phillip's Spending Habits

Short Stories:

Jacob's Valentine

Holding Hands with Henry

Pleasuring Henry

A Quickie for Bobby

Mating Season for Caleb

Saturday Morning Cruise