Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 19:39:58 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: Fathers & Sons This story describes sex between young boys and an adult. If you have difficulty with that theme, or it's illegal for you to read this sort of material for any reason then perhaps the Sunday Times or a Superman comic would suit you better. There is not one shred of truth to this story as far as I know. I don't necessarily condone the scenario depicted here and only wrote the story at the request of a loyal fan. Let me know if you would like it continued. It was a Saturday morning and I had just woken up, still laying under the sheets, deciding on whether to get up or stay abed. The decision was removed from my hands when my seven year old son Jonathan, Jon for short, came bounding into the room and climbed on my bed. My heart pounded as it usually does when I first see him, my son, my pride and joy, the love of my life. Platinum blonde hair cut in a semi bowl type style, startling blue eyes framed by long dark lashes with baby smooth alabaster skin, he was a beautiful boy. Not just because he was my son but by any standards. Some of it he got from me, much of it came from his mother, my beautiful wife. Or should I say, was my beautiful wife. She had disappeared about six months before with another guy, leaving Jon and me without a word. "Can I get in bed with you daddy," he asked in his melodic child's voice. Of course he didn't wait for an answer but climbed under the sheets and snuggled up with me, his warm, and naked but for his briefs young body, warming up to mine. He lay beside and on me, that is, an arm across my chest and a leg thrown over me, the knee laying across my morning hard cock. He lay there a moment, his leg moving very slightly applying pressure on my cock doing nothing to make it soften. After a moment he said quietly, "Gosh daddy your penis feels so hard." We used anatomically correct words in my home. I was a little startled at that statement. "Yes Jon it is. Mine gets hard sometimes just like your penis does, especially in the morning." More quiet, then, "It feels really big too daddy, will my penis get bigger?" More surprise on my part. "Sure it will son. When you start to be a teenager it will start to change and as you grow up so will your penis." More quiet, then "Terry says his dad's penis is way big when it's hard like that." Terry was Jon's best friend, another cute little boy who was more impish than my son. My ears perked up and I wondered aloud how Terry would know that. "Well, I'm not spose to tell but Terry's dad lets him look at his penis when it's hard and even lets Terry touch it, and sometimes his dad touch's Terry's penis too." All said in innocence but my heart was pounding. I was a boy lover, had been forever it seemed like but I had never acted on it, didn't scour the net for pictures of boys, although I had seen my share. I had seen my own son naked tons of times and his was a compact and beautiful body, his circumcised little cock about two inches long with a tight crinkled ball sac underneath. I had never lusted after Jon, never considered him sexually. Until now. "Your penis seems to be moving dad," he said. "Can I see your hard penis daddy," he asked unashamedly. Jon had seen me soft before, that wasn't totally unusual but never had he seen it hard. Now he wanted to, and I wanted him to see it as well. "If you like but you have to promise not to tell Terry or anyone else, okay tiger?" I asked. He said yes as he was moving away from me, then pulled the sheets down, exposing all seven inches of circumcised adult male rock hard cock. "Gosh," he said with awe, "Yours is so huge daddy I never even saw a penis that big at the swimming pool. Can I touch it daddy, please." I gave that some thought, about two seconds worth then said, "Yes son, you can touch it if you like." Jon grasped my throbbing hard dick in his little hand and squeezed it gently, feeling it's stiffness. "Wow It's really hard isn't it," as he squeezed up and down it's length. "Your testicles are big and fat too daddy and they hang down so low," and his other hand moved to cup and fondle my balls as if judging their weight. Fuck oh Jesus I was in seventh heaven. It was like a dream come true. Not the 'my son' part but the boy in general part and one that was, if I dare say so, drop dead cute. My boy continued his investigation but let go of my balls and squeezed his crotch through his underwear. "Is your penis hard Jon," I asked him and he nodded yes it was. "Well, why don't you take your underwear off then, you'll be much more comfortable. He seemed to be relieved at that and let go of my cock and rolled to his back, lifted his slender little butt and tugged his briefs down, then the front followed, allowing his hard little cocklet to spring forth while he shoved his underwear all the way off before rolling back to his side and resuming his playing with my cock. "You sure have lotsa hair down here dad. When will I get hairs on my penis?" "Well like I said son, about the time you become a teenager your body will start the big changes. Your penis and your balls will grow a little more before that happens but all of a sudden it will happen and you'll really grow bigger and you'll start getting hairs." He seemed to consider that while he continued playing with me, causing feelings in my body that I never ever felt before. "Can I look at your penis and touch it Jon," I asked tentatively and he smiled big saying of course I could, I was his dad after all. He moved up and lay back down beside me and I rolled onto my side and moved close to his crotch. I leaned in close and looked him over before taking the small cock in my thumb and forefinger and squeezing it like he had done mine. God he was so beautiful and I told him so. "Your penis is wonderful Jon, so perfect and getting big for a boy your age." He smiled at the praise and wiggled his hips and sighed heavily as I touched and fondled, moving from his cocklet to his tight little bag of boy balls and back to his rampant little organ. I wanted to suck his cock in the worst way, to take the whole thing into my mouth and suckle it like a lollipop but I was afraid of what he might react to even a suggestion of it. "Does Terry do other things with his dad Jon, besides touching each other's penises?" "You mean like sucking or licking on em, yeah he said that they do that sometime except that Terry can't suck on his dad's big penis very good but his dad sucks on Terry's. Terry said it's a way awesome feeling." "Would you like me to do that to you Jon," I asked softly. "Yes," he said quietly while nodding his blonde head. My heart was hammering inside my chest as I lowered my head to his boycock and, holding it more upright, put the head of it into my mouth and sucked. Jon moaned loudly and when I moved down his shaft, taking the entire thing into my warm mouth he moaned even louder. "Oh gosh dad that feels so good on my penis," he moaned out at me in his little voice. I continued to suck on my sons cock, taking in the sweet odor of his boy body, feeling the softness of the skin on his pubic bone when my lips touched it, the firmness of his hard cock. I fondled his little balls, gently squeezing them, tickling underneath them. Jon continued moaning and wiggling as new pleasures ripped through his seven year old body, taking him places he had probably never even dreamed about, at least until Terry told him about them. I finally took my mouth away and lay back beside him, asking him how that felt. "It was great daddy," he said with a big grin. "Can I try that on you dad, can I try to suck on your big penis?" I told him he could but to make sure that he covered his teeth with his lips and showed him what that looked like. Jon moved down to my waist and grasped onto my thick man meat and lowered his head to my little one then stopped. "There's pee on the end of it dad." "No Jon that's not pee that's semen, that's what makes babies. You can wipe it off or even taste it, it won't hurt you and probably tastes a little salty." "Oh, Terry told me about that too, that his dad makes that white stuff, is that what this is," He asked as he tongued the head of my cock. I was wondering what else Terry's dad was doing with his son as I told Jon that is exactly what that stuff was. "It is kinda salty dad. It's not too bad though," and he took the whole head into his warm little mouth. He sucked as best he could, or how he thought he should, trying to take some of the shaft but not succeeding very well. After all, mine was large and his mouth was so small. He could learn though and meanwhile the feelings were totally intense. I hadn't had sex in months, other than my own hand, and here I was, living a fantasy and with my own darling cute boy, my son. It was going to be a quick show. "Jon you should stop now cause daddy's going to make that white stuff." He took his head away and I told him how to stroke my cock and he took to it like a duck to water. I felt my body tingle, my cock thicken in his little hand and moaned loudly, thrusting my hips slightly as jet after jet of thick white cum blasted like a rocket out of my cock, hitting my nipples and chest. Jon was so awestruck that he quit jacking on my cock and I rapidly took over, squeezing the spewing flesh pole and jerking it fiercely trying to continue the feelings of the most fantastic orgasm I'd had in a long long time. Meanwhile, Jon was commenting on how much, how far, how cool, how thick, and just about any other 'how' you can imagine a seven year old boy wondering as he watched an adult sperming for the first time. "Will I be able to do that sometime daddy," Jon asked with excitement in his voice. "Can you do it again for me please?" I felt my body relax in the afterglow and chuckled then told him that I could but that it would take a little bit for my body to be able to do that, that my body needed to rest a little bit. "How long does it need to rest before you can do it again daddy?" Jon seemed to be totally impressed by the whole act so I figured that maybe making him have a dry orgasm would take the heat off me for a little bit. "Well that depends on a lot of things son, but for now how about if we take a shower and clean this mess up?" There was a great deal of cum on my front and besides, I needed a morning shower anyway. I got up off the bed and stretched my arms out. Jon stood up and I picked him up, holding him under his naked little butt, his legs wrapped around my waist, and we headed to my bathroom. He laid against me, pressing his tender little body into the goo on my front, seeming not to care about it. Once in the bathroom I put him down and we both peed, Jon watching my cock closely, especially since his face was already about level with it. We finished and I ran the water then we climbed in, Jon toward the back and me at the front. I snagged the bar of soap then got on my knees and soaped his little body down. It had been a long time since I'd washed my son and I rather enjoyed it. He spread his legs when I soaped up his little cock and tight little balls. "Gosh that feels so good when you touch me there dad, I really like it a lot." That was fairly apparent since the little cock in question grew stiff in an instant under my gentle ministrations. I continued playing with his front while my soapy hand washed his back, then his little boy's butt and since his legs were spread open for me, I slipped my fingers up in the cleft and cleaned his butt hole for him. Jon moaned, his eyes closed, as I kept up the double action on the sensitive spots. I finished the job, rinsed him off real good then cleaned myself while he watched, his hard little cocklet standing out proudly from his small body and mine thick and hard as well. We got out, and I helped him dry off. "Are you hungry son, or do you want to play some more?" His beautiful little face split into a grin. "I want to play some more dad, if that's okay with you. I led him by the hand back to my room and we lay down on the bed. I looked him over again, amazed at his beauty and gentleness. I leaned down and kissed him, which he responded back in kind. After all, we kissed frequently, just not in passion. I let my hand trail to his tiny nipples, alternating back and forth between them, bringing them up to into hard little nubs. Jon giggled a little but his breathing became a little more rapid. I continued to gazed into his soft blue eyes as my fingers moved slowly downward and he giggled again as I slipped across his belly, still soft with baby fat. The head of his hard little cock eventually touched the back of my hand and I continued down onto his pubic bone, wishing and hoping I'd still be playing with him as he entered into his teens. I let my fingers play down along the smooth skin of his inner thigh, his crinkly ball sac brushing against the back of my hand. Jon spread his legs wide open in reflex, allowing me to touch and feel to my heart's content. I couldn't stand it any longer, I wanted my son's cock in my mouth once more and leaned down toward it. Pulling on his balls slightly raised his cock up and I licked at the perfectly shaped head, licking the slit and underside at the glans. "Ooohhh daddy that feels so good don't stop doing that," he moaned. I moved down along the underside of his blue veined little sex pole to his balls where I licked and slurped, moving the little bag around with my tongue. I moved between Jon's out stretched legs, pushed them back slightly, and proceeded to lick and suck all over them and into the crease of his inner thigh, back to his boy bag and down along the seam of flesh toward his little asshole. I wanted to taste him there too and tried to lick into his cleft. It would be uncomfortable so I suggested he move. "Jon, roll over onto your belly." He did as I asked, his little boy's ass staring at me, the little balls hanging down underneath. I licked up and down his crack, the reached up and pulled his soft little cheeks apart, revealing his tiny pink hole for the first time. I stuck my tongue in and began licking at it and Jon went nuts. "Oooohhhhh gosh oh gosh," he moaned, "that feels so good daddy." He pushed his little ass backwards, encouraging me to continue. My cock was almost uncomfortable underneath me I was so fucking hard. My heart beat rapidly as I licked at my little boy's asshole, tasting his core, trying to shove my tongue up inside his squirming body, my own breathing matching my son's in intensity. Fuck I wanted to cum so bad but more, I wanted to make Jon cum, I wanted him to experience the full body pleasure of a boy's orgasm, even though there would be no liquid. I stopped my action and told him to roll back over, which he did. As I reached for the lube in the drawer of my nightstand, I gazed at his beautiful young boy's face, the eyes half closed in lust. "Now what are we gonna do daddy," he asked. I told him I wanted to make him cum, just like I had done but there would be only feeling, no white stuff. "Will I like it daddy?" I told him he'd love it so much he'd want me to do it to him again and again and it wouldn't hurt either. "Okay dad, I trust you," he replied in his little voice. I lubed up the middle finger of my hand then lay back down along side of his, only this time in a sixty-nine position. "You can play with my penis, or suck on it or whatever you want while I do this Jon," I said to him. He was the perfect length for me, his face being perfectly even with my crotch, my leaking hard cock and fat sperm filled balls right in front of him. I moved my hand between his legs, a clean finger probing for his hole and when I found it, I put my lubed finger against the skin. Jon seemed to know what was next as he spread his little legs even further apart for me. He had taken my cock in his hand and pulled it out so that he could put the head into his small mouth, which he began to do just as I slipped my mouth down over his cocklet, swallowing it clear down to his balls. He moaned as I bobbed on his boycock, his mouth making sucking motions on the swollen head of my cock. I slipped the finger up into my son's tight little hole, just to the first knuckle, let it rest a moment, then proceeded to push all the way inside of him until the knuckle of my hand touched his skin. Jon moaned as I slipped my finger back out then slowly back in, gently finger fucking his tight virgin boy hole. I could feel his little prostate in there and after a half dozen strokes I concentrated on it while I continued using throat action of his cock head. Jon was in ecstasy, moaning loudly now, his mouth removed from my fat cock, only his hand stroking on it, and that halfheartedly. I rubbed across his prostate, his moaning became louder then slipped into an almost scream as his body began thrashing about, his hips thrusting upward to cram his little cock farther into my mouth as my little boy, my son, experienced his first orgasm, his first little boy cum. My free hand went to my cock and I jerked it about three times before I too was cumming. I took my mouth from his cock to allow my own moans to escape as I continued to finger fuck him and jack off, feeling jet after powerful jet of my sperm leave my jerking body. Fuck, this cum was more intense than the last one. Jon finally quit moving and relaxed onto the bed and I gently slipped my finger out of him. I looked down to see his chest and belly covered in my thick white sperm. God there was a lot of liquid. Jon rolled over, got on his knees then lay on top of me, kissing my lips, this time in passion. "Oh daddy that felt so good I can't believe how that felt in my butt and on my penis and my whole body. You were right dad I want to do it again and again and again." He said all this in a rush then kissed me again rubbing my sperm onto my chest as well. He finally slowed down, laying his beautiful little head on my chest. "I love you daddy, thank you for showing me this stuff, it's so so cool." I hugged my boy tightly to me. " Love you too son, more than anything in the whole wide world." I said as one hand held him and the other rubbed up and down his back, onto his slim little butt and back up. I wondered how far this would go, how far my son wanted to explore his sexuality and both his body and mine. "I think we need a shower again dad," he said, raising up on his hands trailing white goo between our bodies. "I think you're right about that son," and I rolled over, holding him to me and stood up. Jon hugged to me once again, his legs wrapped around my hips and his head on my shoulder as I carried him into the bathroom. Chapter II It was early afternoon and Jon asked if Terry could spend the night. Of course I agreed immediately, hoping that I might catch them playing or even play with the both of them. Just before Terry arrived Jon asked, "What if Terry wants to, you know, mess around dad, what should I do?" He was so innocent, so beautiful. "Well son, I guess that's up to you. If you want to play around with him I don't have any objections. I think you're old enough to make that decision." He smiled his big bright smile and said, "Thanks daddy, I knew you say something like that but I just wanted to make sure." The evening was uneventful, the boys played outside, watched TV, ate dinner and all the other stuff that families do. About eight, Terry asked if they were going to have a bath. "I always have to take my bath on Saturday night Steve," he said. My son's friends all call me by my first name. The Mr. part has always thrown me off. I ran the bath water while the boys undressed, neither of them stopping at underwear but stripping completely and waiting for the tub to fill. Terry was about Jon's size, with brown hair and eyes, his was the face of a little imp, which he was, although quite cute. Not as drop dead cute as my son but right up there on the cute boy scale. His boy cock was about the same size as Jon's, with a matching set of balls hugged up tight underneath in a crinkled white bag. The tub filled, both boys jumped in and began boy play, splashing about and playing with the bath toys Jon had brought in. I went into the living room, leaving the door open so I could monitor, not from a sexual perspective but a parental one of safety. They were still children after all. Fifteen minutes later they were out, dried and dressed in action figure pajama's and said they were going to play in Jon's room. I checked on them about a half hour later, cue to the extended period of noiselessness and tiptoed down the hall to Jon's room. The was open a crack as I had requested and I peeked slowly in. Jon's bed was in my direct sight, offering me a clear view of Terry sucking on Jon's cock. My son was laying on his back, stark naked, and Terry was on the wall side of the bed, his head clearly in Jon's lap and bobbing up and down. Terry was naked as well and his hard little cock was in clear view as he worked on Jon's cock. I had an instant hard on that strained against my shorts so I reached in and pulled it out, gently stroking it while the boys changed position and Jon began sucking on Terry. God it was so hot watching my beautiful boy with another boy's hard cock in his mouth. I so wanted to join them. "Jon," Terry whispered, "turn around so I can suck on your cock too" and when Jon was turned around, his young friend help guide him into a sixty nine, with Jon on top and straddling Terry's face. Terry buried his face between Jon's smooth pale legs and both boys were soon heavily involved in sucking and licking on each other's rampant little poles. I couldn't stand it, I needed to be in there. I needed to be naked and hard, laying with the two boys, sucking, licking and just all around playing with their hard boy cocks and having them play with mine. I stuffed my rigid sausage back into my shorts and walked into the room as if I had just arrived. "Oh," I said, trying to act surprised. "I'm sorry boys, I didn't mean to interrupt anything, I was just going to suggest that you turn the lights off and go to sleep." By that time I was at the edge of the bed, the two cute young things had separated, both laying on their backs, Jon still fully exposed knowing he wouldn't get into trouble, Terry covering his genitals with his hands, not knowing if he was in trouble or not. "It's okay Terry, you're not in trouble, you're free to play around like that if you want to." He uncovered himself, revealing a nice little cock that was on it's way to going soft while Jon was still rock hard and actually playing with his. "Gee dad," Jon said, "it looks your hard too." Both Terry and I looked at my straining crotch at the same time and indeed, it was clear that I was hard as a rock. Terry commented on how big it looked then said, "Do you want to play with us Steve, I don't mind," and turning to Jon said, "You don't mind do you Jon?" "Yeah dad, take your clothes off so we can see your big hard thing." Well, with an invitation like that, how could I not. Both boys eye's were glued to my crotch as I slipped my fingers into my waistband and pulled it out and down, my seven inches of steel hard man cock jumping out to greet the boys like a puppy dog. "Oh man Steve," Terry said as I pushed them to the floor, "your cock is bigger than my dad's. Can I touch it please Steve?" I pulled my shirt off then said, "Look boys, why don't we go play on my bed, it's a lot bigger." Neither of them needed a second invitation and jumped up off the bed. I picked up my clothes and followed them to my room, staring at the two delicious looking boy butts swaying down the hall in front of me. Fuck I loved boys. The both jumped onto my bed and lay on their back, Terry's cock now hardened up again and jutting proudly out from his slender little body. I no sooner laid on the bed before he grabbed onto my pole, squeezing it and stroking it. "God it's so hard and thick Steve, and your balls are huge too" he said with awe in his voice. Jon ran around to the other side and climbed on and began feeling and touching me, right along with his cute young friend. Oh fuck what a feeling, being naked and having two cute little boys feeling you up, their little hands full of motion, their hard little cocks throbbing from the intense feelings roaring through their young bodies. "That sure is a lot of sperm stuff Steve," Terry said. And with that he leaned down and licked the precum off my cock, and once clean he took the whole head into his mouth and began sucking it, quite expertly I thought. Without thinking, Terry turned his body around so that I had access to his hard little boycock, about two and a half inches of rigid flesh. I leaned in and licked at his crinkled little sac, sucking the marble sized balls into my mouth one at a time. He moaned slightly, stopped sucking on my cock long enough to ask Jon if he wanted to suck it too and was greeted with an eager shake of Jon's platinum blonde head. Terry held my cock upright and my son took the head into his mouth while Terry coached him in the process. "Keep your lips over your teeth Jon so you don't bite or scrape. Don't try to take too much in or you'll choke. Lick on the head while you suck on his cock Jon, that'll make him squirt out for sure. Jon followed the directions, doing as he was told while I continued to suckle Terry's cock and balls. His breathing was coming faster. "Will you make me cum Steve, he asked. "I haven't cum for three days I think and my body needs to do it." I asked him what he wanted me to do and he asked if I could lick on his butt hole and jack him off. I was pretty amazed that a seven year old knew all the terms but figured if his dad was teaching him, then it shouldn't be a surprise. Terry readjusted his body slightly, throwing a leg over my chest and causing his butt to be almost in my face. I reached up and peeled open the little treasure and just buried my face in there, licking and slurping at his tight little pink hole while I stroked on his blue veined cocklet. His head was laying in my lap and he moaned while I worked him over. Jon came back around to watch what I did, then went back to playing with my balls, licking on my cock and just all around experimenting. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum Steve," the little boy said and in seconds his moaning reached a high pitch and he wiggled and squirmed and shook like a dog shaking off water. I kept licking his asshole, I kept stroking on his cock through the whole process, which seemed to last a good fifteen seconds or more. I swear little boys' dry orgasms last longer than men's. When his body finally came to a stop he rolled off of me then turned and gave me a good long kiss, his young tongue forcing it's way into my mouth and doing battle with my tongue, which had responded on it's own. "That was awesome Steve, want me to make you cum now," he asked. I told him to go ahead so he got down to my cock telling Jon to help him. He told Jon to lick on my balls and maybe tickle on my asshole while he sucked my big cock and jacked me off. Terry went to work and so did my son, both doing their respective jobs. I spread my legs further open to allow Jon between my legs and as soon as he got there he got down to business. I thought he might balk at the asshole part but he didn't, holding part of an ass cheek out of the way while he gently tickled the target and proceeded to give my fat hanging balls a bath with his tongue. I had an idea and told him to stop and come up to my head, and when he did I had him straddle my chest, bringing his hard cock to my face. I told him to lean forward and put his cock in my mouth and he got the idea. I held onto Jon's little boys ass while I suckled his prick, Terry working like a slave on my cock. Damn the kid sure knew how to suck cock, even if he couldn't take a lot of it. I suckled on my son's cock and fondled his little balls, getting him into the action of fucking my mouth and it wasn't long before he was ready. Since it was only his second cum he wasn't prepared but almost all of a sudden began squirming and shaking and moaning out loud. That whole scene took me over the edge. I let go of Jon's cock long enough to tell Terry I was going to cum and went back to sucking my son. God I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth and I'm sure that helped produce an orgasm that would have blasted to my head if the flow hadn't been blocked, by Terry's mouth! The boy didn't leave my cock head but kept sucking it as I came, blasting my sperm down his throat like a power washer. He stroked as he suckled, helping to make the orgasm last longer and I bucked my hips up in conjunction with his motions and Pulled Jon's cock even more into my mouth, if that was at all possible. Jon finally stopped all movement and giggled at me to let of his penis cause it tickled so much. When I disengaged, he rolled off of me and onto the bed. "That was way cool dad, how about you, did Terry suck on you good and make you squirt out the white stuff?" Terry, who had let go and joined us told Jon that I squirted a lot. "And I swallowed every drop too Steve," he said proudly. "That you did Terry and that surprises me, that a young boy like yourself can swallow that much stuff." He smiled and said that he got lots of practice and I didn't want to put him on the spot by asking so just nodded my head. Before the night was over, the three of us had many more encounters, which included me sticking my fingers up both boy's butts and making them cum. Jon sucked me off and I came in his mouth which was difficult for him, causing sperm to run down his cheek and drip off of his chin. Both boys licked and sucked on my asshole, after a shower of course and needless to say I reciprocated. While we were laying on the bed after about the third sperming, Terry told me about being sexy with his dad and learning all that stuff from him. He said that he also was sexy with his older brothers and that they even put their cocks inside his asshole. Jon was very interested in that part wondering how it felt and all that curious boy stuff. Terry said that if I didn't mind too much, he'd tell his dad that we were all sexy together, since his dad would ask anyhow and Terry didn't want to lie, and perhaps they could all get together sometime, that is, both adults and all the boys. I thought about it a moment and said that if his dad asked he should be honest with him but please don't just bring it up. Terry promised that he wouldn't. "Would you want to be sexy with Terry's dad and brother's and stuff daddy," Jon asked. "What if I'm at their house and they was to be sexy with me, what should I do?" I told him that would have to be his decision but that if he didn't want to then it was okay to be very firm about it. He nodded his beautiful little head in understanding and we all curled up together and fell asleep.