Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2017 08:56:51 +0000
From: Fun Mammal <funmammal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Florian's Dad part 3

Can you please add to the gay-incest section

DISCLAIMER

This is a 100% fictional story. It happens only in the mind of the
writer,and takes place in an imaginary country, where sex between kids and
adults is normal, fully consensual and legal. Please note this story
should, in no way, be considered as a motivation to have sex with a kid
being an adult. Children are the most wonderful, but also most delicate
creatures on this planet, and they deserve to have our utmost respect and
should NEVER be used to fullfill our own pleasures. 

The story contains graphic descriptions of underage (>12yo) boys and grown
men. As a reference to describe the main boy, I took the well known boy
model Florian. For those who've written me that they don't know him: here
he is: http://b6.fr.icdn.ru/s/solo1965/4/imgsrc.ru_48468184BVd.jpg 

However, this has nothing to do with the boy in real life,
and nothing described below has ever happened as far as I know.

If any of this content upsets you or is illegal for you to read in your
country, please leave now. Otherwise grab some lotion and get naked.

Please don't forget to donate to Nifty so we can keep sharing these
fantasies for your benefit.

Off we go


"Turn around and put your hands on the table" He didn't question me, he
just did as he was asked. And the view was marvelous. Spreading his feet
meant he was spreading his ass, giving me an excellent view of his spread
anus. It was slightly swollen from the frequent entrances in one day,
trying, but failing, to close, resulting in a long white waterfall of my
own cum blended in with his own anal slime. I know most men will think it's
disgusting, but I couldn't think of anything better than licking it up,
resulting in another series of loud passionate high pitched moans.

END OF CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

After I'd cleaned out his pussy he decided that the G&T needed a refill,
although we never got to finish it, and I watched him walk of to the
kitchen. I will try to explain the view I had. A naked thirteen year old
boy, slightly tanned, with a white bum, walking away from you. His cute
little teenage butt wiggling slightly, showing off these perfect little
mounds falling inwards with every step. His completely smooth satin legs in
perfect comparison with the rest of his body. All boy yet so close to
become a man. He was perfect, in every way.

When he returned he was still rock hard.

"How can you still be hard?" I was wondering if I had the same thing going
on after cumming when I was his age.

"How can you not be?" he replied, bending over to put down our glasses. I
took a deep breath, looking at the loose scrotum hanging between these
perfect thighs when he bent over. "I'm horny, so I'm hard"

"But you just came?"

"Yeah dad, but I'm naked, so I'm horny, so I'm hard, jeez" His childish
logic wasn't completely irrational. "So... you better get used to it!" He
smiled, planting his perfect little butt on top of my thighs, straddling
them just above my naked knees, putting his hands on my shoulders. I
couldn't resist him. Slowly, softly, I stroked his upper legs, causing him
to moan slightly once again.

"What do you mean kiddo?" He smiled when I called him kiddo. And deep
inside I could imagine that, if father-son sex is your fantasy as a preteen
boy, being called kiddo while sitting naked and hard on your daddy's lap is
pretty much the best pet name possible.

"Well, I don't plan on putting clothes on in the house anymore" he said,
matter-of-factly, all serious. I gave him a puzzled look, making him
explain himself right away.

"Look dad" he said. "I'm perfectly ok with my body. I'm gay, so I know what
a hot boy looks like, and without being vain, I'm a hot boy. So I don't see
the point of hiding my body. In fact that doesn't even make sense. Why
would anyone want to wear clothes for any other reason than not freezing,
or protecting their skin like when working with machinery and stuff?" It,
surprisingly, made a whole lot of sense to me. I smiled, causing him to
move on. "So" tapping my chest softly "I really hope from now on we can
permanently ditch the clothes" I chuckled. "Ok, not when we go out for
dinner or to school and stuff, but inside the house the only reason I
should put clothes on should be to get people all worked up fantasising
what's underneath."

"You really thought this through didn't you?"

He smiled. God I love that naughty smile. One corner of his beautiful lips
pulled up just slightly more than the other one, making him look like a
young Casanova. Gay Casanova that is. His face closed in, almost
whispering. "Yes I did daddy"

His lips were magic once again. Our eyes closed, his small hand on my
cheek, which seemed like a very mature thing to do. My hands cupping his
perfect little buttocks.

"Ok buddy" I sighed, still being less than an inch away from his face
"Nudist life it is from now on".

The French kiss following was mindblowing. And although I was quickly
getting hard again, I decided we needed to get started with the rest of the
evening.

"How about some pizza?" I softly whispered as his satin-like lips finally
left mine, and his probing tongue left the exploration tour of my mouth a
little bit reluctantly.

"Pizza sounds awesome dad" he whispered in my ear, right before swabbing
his tongue through it. "Where the hell did he learn all this?" I thought.

Against all odds, I did manage to order some pizza. While waiting for it,
sipping from our G&T from time to time, we were acting like teenage lovers,
cuddling, exploring each others bodies like we just met for the first time,
and kissing. God his kisses. The taste of his mouth with that toxic
combination of his soft texture and completely smooth face (and body) were
way too much. In about three minutes my cock was pressing against the top
of his crack, leaving a trail of precum on his lower back. "You want to
fuck me again?" he asked softly. I groaned. Not even a moan, it was more
like a primal groan, knowing that I wanted to, but a quick glance on the tv
clock made me realise we didn't have the time. "Pizza will be here in
fifteen minutes honey! And I don't want to quick-fill you." I kissed him
again, resulting in a smile while I softly bit his lower lip. "Got it"

He got off of me. Not to leave, but to kneel besides me. I don't know how
he learned this, if he learned this at all, but he was a natural
cock-sucker. His small mouth sucked in my entire penis until the
precum-leaking head was fully embedded in his throat, and his nose was
pressed in the area where normally my pubes would be. I couldn't believe
it, nor could I hold back. >From an incestiual instinct I grabbed the back
of his head, and tried to push more of my dick inside his young contracting
throat. It is a myth that boys don't have gag reflexes. He did. And I might
hate myself for loving it, but I did. I loved the gurgling sound coming
over my hard wet cock as he tried to swallow me whole. I knew the feeling,
and I knew the first times can be slightly uncomfortable. Not wanting to
kill my own kid by suffocating him with my dick, I pulled him off. Somehow
the tears forming in his eyes, the shocked facial expression, the string of
slime linking his lower lip with my entire shaft, made him look hot as
hell. The coughing "FUCK DAD, that was hot" did it. I needed to be closer
to his teenage body. My large hand groped between his legs, and with one
quick move I had my 13 year old boy on top of me. His knees pulled up to
his chest next to my hips, my cock back where it belonged, inside his small
contracting throat, and his no-more virgin boypussy an inch away from my
lustful mouth.

I could feel his throat moving as he tried to moan loudly when my tongue
entered his love tunnel. Tasting hints of own cum, but mostly his pure boy
taste, I was in pedophile heaven. I buried my face between his buttocks,
and grabbed his head with both hands, roughly facefucking his childish
mouth while I was tonguing his fuck-hole so deep I couldn't breath
myself. Judging we could do without air about the same time, we both gasped
when I released his head. No longer than a big gasp for air, and he forced
himself back into my trimmed pubes. He had gotten the picture, and I no
longer had to force him down, so I had the opportunity to spread his ass
cheeks and go loco on his tasteful anus. Knowing I might be stretching my
luck, no pun intended, I slipped both thumbs in his tight little pink
pussy, and softly pulled it open, pushing my tongue inside. This effective
move sent Florian into sexual overdrive. Being so turned on his heart rate,
and breathing, had increased so much he could no longer keep sucking my
dick. Instead, he began nursing on my big full daddy-balls, while jerking
me off with his little hand, using his own slimes and my precum as
lube. His moans were too much from me to handle, and when I felt his anus
pull my thumbs together while his premature cock spraying a hot load of
watery boy juice all over my chest, I lost it myself.

"HMMMMM FUUUUUCKKKKK FLOOOOOOO, HERE IT CUUUUUMS" I think I shot about five
ropes of cum. Some hitting his hair, most hitting his chest and face. At
the exact moment my last spurt coated his satin skin, the doorbell went
off, sending both of us through the roof.

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