Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2018 20:23:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: Obsession part one Please make a donation to Nifty so the enjoyment may continue. Obsession part one I'm obsessed with his ass. I can't help it. Bad enough I'm a grown man and he's a kid. Worse, he's my son. On the good earth for only 11 years. I made him with my dick. Now his cute ass is like a magnet for my... well, you know. That deep dark cleft. It's the warm south pole to my hard north pole. I should be ashamed, but I'm not. I should be ashamed, but my feelings are my feelings and I want you to know them. Do you sometimes feel the same? Take for instance right now, in the shower. At the gym. The warm water cascading down his back, sluicing between those firm glistening cheeks, down his slender colt-like legs, still nut brown from the summer. I have to pull myself back from staring too long not because of him--it's the other men around. I don't want my desire to show to the other fathers. Still, my dick, downward hanging, has its own demands for the boy, its need trying to embarrass me, puffing itself up a bit. Getting hard near him has been happening a lot lately. His dick is four inches now, not as little as it was a year ago. He keep's me informed of its size. Jordan is very proud of it. "Dad, it's half an inch bigger than Terry's!" He and Terry spend a lot of time in Jordan's room. I know what goes on. So does his mother. Jordan's been out to us for a year. They look so cute together. They kiss in front of us. Carol and I don't take his gay declaration too seriously. Our son's sexuality is just blooming, way too soon to know what sort of flower it will produce. So what if he wants to suck cock? Let him have fun and grow. Cool parents, yes? Trouble is, Carol doesn't have a cock; I do. Like any normal man I'm interested in sticking my dick into any hole around, right? And the boy under my roof has a slender firm body I see naked just about every day. I think, "boy pussy" a lot. So here in the gym shower, looking at my son, I wonder if he's taken Terry's cock up his pink asshole--Terry, or some other horny sixth grader. Quite a few boys in his class have that knowing look around my son. I love my son and want the best for him and want him to explore his sexuality unconstrained by too many moral or social taboos. But shit, it's sooo impossible NOT to think of fucking him! Love AND lust is what I feel around him. He takes his time in the locker room. Naked in front of the mirror combing his lush black hair he stands with his legs apart, a little too far apart. Most of the men who pass, father's like me, glance at my boy. Makes me proud. I wouldn't be shocked to know their thoughts. That tight round ass gleams invitingly. I'm convinced many fathers want to fuck their sons, especially when their off-spring reaches pubescent stage. Since I have that desire, other fathers must too. I'm not that different from other men, am I? Done with his hair, I realize Jordan's putting on a little performance for us because now seated on the bench he lifts and spreads one leg wide and proceeds (or pretends) to dry between his toes. In that position his fine cock, balls, and even asshole can be seen, all hairless. I banish the thought of what I want to do to him right there, no matter if anyone sees. Banish, and quickly slip on my black briefs carefully placing away my almost fully hard daddy cock. "Jordan...honey..." I say softly "get dressed." In the car on the short drive home he starts up chatter about school. That's my opening to ask about Terry. "He's ok," Jordan says with a little blush I can see. "Just ok? I thought he was your best special friend." "Yeah, he's my friend," but the way he says "friend" is innocent unlike the innuendo with which I load the word. "Special, Jordan. Special. Special things you do in your room with him. That's what I mean." "So?" Why is he evasive; he told us he likes boys. "I mean sex stuff. Do you suck his cock? Does he suck yours?" We've seen the two of you kissing." Can I be anymore plain? I need to know. "Maybe...Why you want to know?" Because, I said silently, I too want to suck your cock son of mine. To him I said "I did that at your age, but we had to hide it. Today is so much better for...kids, gay or straight." I slow the car and look over at him, his full lips.. Moments later he asks, "You did???" pretending a little shock. "Sure." "Would you do it now?" "Probably not...well...IF I found someone REALLY, really attractive that I liked...I might." The sly tone in my voice surprised me. "Like who?" "No one you know." I slowed the car more. I glanced between his legs. "Well...that's not true. ... Terry. ... Someone like Terry." My answer was unexpected. I see Jordan put his finger tips very close to his crotch. Terry, despite his kissy-sissy name has an all-boy persona and body to match. I would indeed enjoy sucking him, turning him over, fucking his ass. "You mean you would suck TERRY?" he asks unbelieving, his genuine surprise causing him to sit up straight. "Yeah." "Wow!...holy shi...awesome!" "You do suck him, don't you?" "Yeah," he says in a low voice and sinks back into the seat. "That doesn't mean you're gay...but, purrtteee close. Does he have a nice one?" I could tell this talk was getting him aroused. His dad would suck his best friend! He blushed crimson when he looked over to me. He tells me yes, Terry has a nice one. They'd been sucking each other since they were ten. Can't make sperm yet but have orgasms most of the time. They heard about 69 and it's their favorite position now. They feel up each other at school sometimes and even once sucked for a minute in an empty boys room. But 69 is best and its mostly what they do when he comes over. All this came tumbling out of Jordan in a splash as if he finally needed to have me know and hoped I would approve. This little recitation made him hard, which I could plainly see in his snug cut-off jeans. We were almost home now. I drove the rest of the way with one hand. The other was between my son legs rubbing his very hard erect 11 year old cock. He opened his legs wide, then fell quickly into an eyes closed, mouth open, relaxed expression of bliss. I debated whether to bring him off to a dry pre-pubescent `gasm right then, or at home. He was ready. I had finally touched my son the way I'd been dreaming of for months, the feel of his warm genitals in my hand so exciting. "Touch mine" I insisted. He did, gently, lifting and feeling his father's cock. Our house came into view. "And you know Jordan, lovely queer son of mine, (giggle) more than Terry's, I want to suck your beautiful clean hard dick and give you pleasure just the way he does!" "Dad, you're my father! You're not supposed to do that...you're a grown-up and me and Terry are kids!" I cup his chin and turn his face toward mine and wink. "Exactly!" Has this first part made you want to hear more? Please let me know if you enjoyed it. Please put the title of the story in the subject line. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com ba9ba9goodman@tutanota.com And don't forget that donation to nifty. Regards, Julian Otero all my stories are here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#julianotero