Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 19:56:41 -0500 From: Xavier Subject: Grant's Gift #1 This fictional story involves consensual sex between a father and his minor (preteen) son. The usual comments and warnings apply. You may send feedback to xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. Always nice to hear from readers. ;-) Grant's Gift by Xavier Grant was your typical precocious child growing up. That didn't entirely change as he grew a little older. At 9 his mother and I divorced. He and his younger brother, Stephen (Steph for short) came to live with me. Their mother was terribly unbalanced, so it was no hard battle getting custody of the boys. Steph was typically more quiet and withdrawn, even before the divorce, while Grant, now 11, was outgoing, affectionate and way too curious. Where some kids simply asked "Why?," Grant would always ask "Why" quickly followed by "and how come?" The mother was a prude with a capital P. I can count the number of times in our 11 years together I saw her naked with the lights on. The children being naked outside of the bathroom was absolutely not going to happen, something I strongly disagreed with. So in our home, the male retreat, the boys were allowed to go either way. They often opted for their birthday suits, although most of the time it was simply their little undies. One day Grant had had a particularly tough time at school and was in need of some extra consoling, so we had a pizza and game night. All his cares were soon forgotten. Gawd it was great to be a kid. Later that night Steph was asleep in his room, and Grant had turned in for the night. Or so I thought until I heard a tentative knock at my door accompanied by Grant's tiny voice saying "Daddy?" I sighed inwardly. I needed some me time, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. "Come in Granty." The door opened slowly. I could see his little hand on the doorknob and his face peeking around the door. "It's OK Bud, come in." At that he wasted no time, entered my room, not quite shutting the door and leapt into the air. I caught him and pulled him close, kissing him on the forehead. "What's up?" "I don't feel like sleeping Daddy." "Are you upset about something?" "No. I just can't sleep. Can I stay in here for a while." He had puppy eyes down better than our dog. How can you resist a sweet little toe head with sapphire blue, pleading eyes starting up at you? I smile and dramatically roll my eyes. "Oh puhleez. Yes, you can stay." "YAY!!" he shouts and jumps onto my lap, straddling my thighs. "Easy there and shhh. Don't want to wake up Steph." "Sorry Daddy" he says as he wraps his arms around my neck and plants a wet one on my cheek. "That's OK little man" I reply as he sits back down, his butt resting on my crotch. His bouncing up and down has excited . . . something downstairs. I hope he doesn't notice as I quickly try all my mental images to make the General go back to sleep. Of course, nothing works, and it only seems to get harder. All my hopes of his ignorance are quickly dashed away as he shows a look of discovery and promptly begins the inquisition. "Daddy, what's that?" "What's what?" His hand quickly grabs my hard cock, "That. What's that?" Oh no. How do I get out of this one? Remote control? No, that's lying in plain view. Damn. "Umm, that's my penis." "Your penis?" he asks, my doubting Thomas, as he squeezes it a bit harder, sending shivers through my spine. "Yes, son, my penis." "Why is it hard like that?" "Doesn't yours ever get hard?" "Yes, mostly in the mornings when I have to pee. Do you have to pee Daddy?" Don't I wish. "No." "Then why is it hard? How come?" cocking his philosopher's head to one side, while his hand probes up and down my shaft. I shiver again, "It got excited." "Excited?! How did it get excited?" Oh gawd, please make him stop asking questions!!! I think "Sometimes a man's penis just gets excited. In a couple of years, yours will get hard when you least expect. Just something that happens. But could you stop playing with it please?" "Why?" OK, baby Buddha, enough now! "Because it's going to get more excited thinking it's going to have sex." "Sex? What's sex?" OK, I'm sunk now. "It's something 2 people who love each other very much do to express their love." Ha! That should shut him up. My hopes are shattered as I see that look of discovery spread across his face. Oh shit you idiot. He pulls back the top of my underwear for closer inspection. "It's wet! Are you sure you don't have to pee?" "Positive. That's. . . to make sex easier." He stares at it, moves off of me for a closer look and then does something totally unexpected. He licks it. I suck in my breath and my whole body reels. "Did that hurt Daddy?" "No, actually the opposite." With that he smiled and licked again. When he heard my sharp intake of breath, that only spurred him on more. He treated the head of my dick like it was a lollipop. I could've pushed him away I suppose, but truth be told it felt too damn good. I put my hand on his head and played with his hair. Suddenly I was inside his mouth. Reflexively I pushed up with my hips which made him gag. He was a trooper though and kept sucking on my dick. My hand quickly found the fly of his undies and grabbed a hold of his dick and started rubbing it. He started moaning while slobbering on my dick. "Grant, pull my underwear off." While he did as he was instructed, I removed his, repositioned myself on the bed, and pulled his legs up until his crotch met my face. I took his dick into my mouth and went to work. This drove him wild and he went into a frenzy on my dick, stopping only to ask "Does that feel good Daddy?" "Oh yes sweetie, that feels absolutely WONDERFUL." He smiled his satisfaction and then returned to making love to my cock with his mouth. I had never felt anything so good in all of my life. I didn't know if it was the fact my little boy was doing it that heightened the sensations or his eagerness, but I was in absolute heaven. Only one thing could possibly feel better. . . "Granty," I started my request, still playing with his dick and balls, "would you like to make Daddy feel even better?" He stopped, looking up at me with those deep blue eyes, eyes that poets would write about it. "Yes, Daddy." "Come up here then." While he moved his body up to my belly, I reached into the night stand and grabbed some lube. "Lean up and give me a kiss." He laughed and leaned up and pecked me on the lips. I grabbed onto his head and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He reacted immediately trying to mimic my actions. With my well lubed finger, I gently probed his anus with the tip of my free index finger. I thought he would pull away, but he lifted his ass higher up in the air, spreading his cheeks further apart while I began to finger fuck his hole. He was moaning like crazy, which only made me do it faster. I then inserted another finger and continued to loosen him up until I could get 3 fingers comfortably inside my son's tight hole. I stopped kissing him, the expression on his face one of pure joy as my fingers continued to probe inside him. I pulled my fingers out, and he opened his eyes, a look of despair shining in his eyes. "Sit back on my penis, but go slowly. If you go too fast, it may hurt, OK?" "Yes Daddy." He shimmied backward a bit, and I helped guide him by his hips. I held my dick while he began to slowly give it passage into his virgin ass. It was a slow process, and when my head first entered past his sphincter I thought I would shoot immediately. He was enjoying himself as much as I was and worked hard to get more of me inside. "Easy Granty. Push down like you're having a BM." He eagerly did as instructed and a little bit more slipped in. Bit by bit I entered him, him moaning, my breathing coming out in short bursts, until at least I felt the head of my rod pass the final barrier, and his ass cheeks were firmly pressed against my pubes. I pushed up with my knees, driving me just a bit more inside. With my hands on his perfect butt, I guided him up and down. He rode me proper, his face an image of ecstasy. I pulled his head down to my lips, and we kissed some more while I slowly pumped in and out of my son's hole, wanting, hoping it would never end. I lifted him up off of me and gently laid him down as I got up and stood next to the bed. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, hefted his legs up into the air and entered him again. With his legs resting on my chest, his feet bobbing up and down as our bodies separated and then collided back together again, I fucked him. My little boy. My golden sunshine. "Granty, I love you, I love you, I love you" I kept saying with each push, leaning down to tongue fuck his mouth once again. It felt like we stayed that way for hours, me sliding in and out of him, his velvet skin beneath me, his heels banging against my collarbones until I finally erupted in his ass. I shot like I never shot before. His eyes opened wide, not understanding the heat that was spreading within him. "Daddy is having an orgasm" I said between breaths as I shot over and over again. His look was questioning, but he didn't ask his infamous phrase. "You'll be able to do the same thing in a year or 2. It's kind of like . . . daddy milk." I leaned down and kissed all over his body more as my dick finishing pumping, his ass tightening against my buried dick, making it shoot even more. I pulled out and lay next to him on the bed. "That was the most fun Daddy has ever had." "Really?" He asked looking so pleased, so hopeful. "Yes. I kid you not little man." I grabbed his hips and began to roll over. He shuffled his body over until it was resting on top of me, his erect dick resting against my stomach, his head lying peacefully on my chest while my hands gently stroked his back. "Move up this way" I instructed pulling his hips up to my face. When his dick was in my face, I took it all in my mouth, my hands rubbing his ass and balls. I guided him into a pumping motion with my hands, which he quickly took over on his own. He fucked my face until his body went into spasms and I knew he had dry cummed. "Daddy, what was THAT?" "That was a little boy orgasm. No milk yet though. Not until you're 12 or 13." "Can we do that again?!" How could I resist? I rolled him onto his back and kissed all over his body again, while he massaged my cock back into a steely hardness. We continued our love making, for that's what it was, for a good part of the evening, taking breaks to cuddle in between, oblivious to the little face that was our audience at the door to my room. Little Steph was watching it all, curious, wondering as he slowly closed the door and returned to his room, his fingers in his underwear playing with his little 9-year-old hardon. Stay tuned for part 2 coming soon.