Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 14:16:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: B Stories <bstories2011@yahoo.com>
Subject: Side Effects

Side Effects

by bstories2011

Story codes: Mb, MMb, incest, mast, oral, anal

WARNING! This story contains explicit sex between an adult and an underaged
boy. Do not read it if it is illegal for your to do so, or if this material
offends you. This story is entirely fictional. The characters in it are not
real. The acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author. These
characters don't behave like real people and should not be used as models
for your own actions. Always follow the laws in your own country or state,
and use your own judgement and sense of morality. Most importantly, try not
to hurt anybody, yourself included. Now enjoy this fantasy.

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NOTE: This story was modified from its original version in order to conform
to Nifty's age restrictions.

THE STORY:

"You're sure this is safe?" I asked again, as he handed me the little red
pills in a plastic bag.

"Yes! I've told you, it's been tested on several groups. There are
virtually no side effects. I tried it myself. And trust me, you won't
regret it. Some of the best sex I've ever had."

"But how does it differ from Viagra or any of those other drugs?"

"Viagra is for people who can't get it up, people who already have a
medical condition that needs fixing. This drug doesn't really fix
anything. It's more of a psychological thing. Basically, it just makes you
really fucking horny for a few hours. But like hornier than you've ever
been in your life, to the point where you would fuck anything that
moves. That's why the board ultimately decided to trash the project. They
didn't think they could get it approved by the FDA, because it doesn't
really have any medicinal value. They considered it a recreational drug."

"Is it going to make me feel high?"

"Not really. Like I said, there's almost no side effects. You'll feel a bit
more alert than usual, more aware of how your body is reacting to
stimuli. But you're not going to be tripping out or hallucinating or
anything."

"I don't know, man. It sounds pretty intense. What if I get so horny that I
can't control myself and, like, rape someone."

"Dude, that's not gonna happen. You'll still be in control of your
actions. Besides, you just have to make sure you have someone to have sex
with that night. Plan out your evening. The only thing, though, is that it
takes a long time before it kicks in, so you have to take it at least two
hours in advance. Then you'll be having crazy sex for the rest of the
night, guaranteed."

"All right. I'll give it a shot."

"I'm sure you'll thank me later."

Paul and I had been friends since high school and I trusted him. He'd
studied chemistry and gotten a job working for a company that specialized
in experimental drugs. A lot of the projects he worked on were top-secret,
so I didn't know much about them. But he seemed pretty excited about this
experimental aphrodisiac he'd gotten his hands on and he really wanted me
to try it. I'm not a big fan of drugs, so it made me a little nervous, but
I had to admit I was also very curious to know what it would feel like.

I was also wondering why Paul wanted me to try it so badly. We used to fool
around when we were teenagers and even had sex a few times while we were
both in college, before I got married. Paul had never married and I knew he
was bi. Now that I was a recent divorcé, I thought maybe he was trying to
start something again.

"So, who did you try it with?" I asked.

"Oh, just some girl I've been seeing. We're just fuck buddies. I gave her
one, too, and we went at it like rabbits until the wee hours of the
morning. You have anyone in mind for yours?"

"Not really," I said. "I'll figure something out."

"Well, I have about a dozen left, so let me know if you want to try it
again."

I put the pills in my pocket and didn't really think of them again until a
couple of weeks later. I'd met this guy online and we'd been flirting for a
while. We got together for a coffee to make sure that the attraction
transferred into the physical realm and it did. So we made a date for next
Friday. He invited me over to his place for a few drinks and it was
understood that we'd sleep together. I decided that I would take one of the
pills that night.

I have custody of my ten-year-old son, Cayman. On Friday, my ex-wife was
supposed to come pick him up and take him for the weekend. She was supposed
to pick him up at 7:00 p.m. and I was supposed to be at my date's house
around 8:30. I figured I would take the pill at 7:00, so that it would kick
in shortly after I arrived at my date's house.

At 7:30, my ex-wife still hadn't shown up. That's when she called to tell
me that she'd had an emergency at work and wouldn't be able to pick Cayman
up this weekend. I was incredibly pissed off, of course, but there was
nothing I could do. So I called the hot guy I was supposed to have sex with
that night and cancelled our date.

It was only after I'd hung up with him that I remembered that I had already
taken the stupid pill. Here I was, stuck at home with my young son, waiting
for this drug to kick in that was supposed to make me so horny I would
"fuck anything that moves," as Paul had put it.

In a panic, I called Paul to ask him what I should do. He seemed to think
it was rather funny. "Don't freak out, man. Just put your kid to bed, then
once he's asleep, kick back and get ready for the longest and most intense
jerk-off session of your life. What's the big deal?"

I felt a bit more at ease after talking to Paul. I went over to Cayman's
room and found him sitting on his bed, sulking. He was upset that his
mother had bailed on him at the last minute, so we talked for a bit and by
the end of our conversation he seemed to feel better. I told him to get
ready for his bath.

It was almost a quarter past eight by the time Cayman got in the tub. I was
used to seeing my son naked, but tonight the sight of his bare skin made me
nervous. I made sure the water temperature was okay and that he had
everything he needed, then I left him in the bath. Normally I would have
something else to occupy my time while he's washing himself, but all I
could do was pace back and forth like a nervous wreck in the living room. I
keep looking at the clock. Ten minutes later, I returned to the bathroom.

"All right, Cayman, time to get out of there," I said.

"But, Dad, I haven't even washed yet."

"Cayman, you've been in there for 10 minutes. What have you been doing all
this time?"

"I was playing with my boat."

I sighed. "Well, you can't stay in there all night. Here, I'll wash
you. It'll be faster."

I sat on the edge of the tub and started soaping him up. It had been a
while since I'd done this. He's been old enough to wash himself for a few
years now. I couldn't help but notice how smooth his skin felt. It seemed
like I was discovering his body for the first time. I loved his cute,
hairless armpits and his little undeveloped nipples. I made him stand up so
I could wash his bottom and was amazed at his perfectly shaped bubble
butt. As I washed it, I realized I was spending more time than necessary
running the washcloth along his crack, but I couldn't have said why I was
doing this. I was transfixed. I made him bend forward a little and spread
his cheeks for better access to his pink little pucker hole. It looked
cleaner than any asshole I've ever laid eyes upon, and yet I had to make
sure it was really clean. I covered my right hand's index finger with the
washcloth and rubbed around it in circles. Then I pushed at the centre of
it and felt Cayman's whole body tense up in response. It was only then,
when I saw and felt him react to my touch, that I realized how intensely
turned on I was by what was happening. My cock was coming to life inside my
pants.

I snapped out of it. What the hell was wrong with me? Could the drug be
kicking in already? Paul had said it would take two hours, but it was only
about 8:30 so there was still about half an hour to go. But it had to be
the drug. Maybe it worked faster on some people, depending on your
metabolism or whatever.

Cayman turned around, since I'd stopped washing his butt. The sight of his
little soft penis made my head spin. It was so cute and small. I wanted to
touch it and stroke it and make it hard. I had to finish washing him and
end this fast. As I used the cloth to wash his genitals, I tried to push
all sexual thoughts out of my mind and think of it as a very mechanical
task, something I had done probably hundreds of time when he was younger
and had never stopped to even consider. And yet even through the material
of the washcloth, it seemed that my fingers were hyperaware of the fact
that it was my son's penis I was touching. I was trying to imagine what it
must feel like for him, to have daddy touching him on his most private
area. When I pulled the foreskin back to wash the head of his little penis,
I thought about how this was the most sensitive area on his entire
body. What if I kept rubbing it? How long would it take for the sensation
to turn into pleasure?

I resisted the urge to find out. Quickly, I rinsed Cayman's whole body,
then drained the tub and started drying him with a towel. I helped him put
on a fresh pair of navy blue briefs and his Cars PJs. My erection refused
to go away. I kept telling myself it was either the drug kicking in earlier
than expected, or a result of my own nervousness and anticipation of the
sex-crazed night of furious jacking off that I knew was coming.

We headed over to Cayman's room. He wanted me to read him a story, and I
knew he was still a little upset at his mother having bailed on him today
so I didn't have the heart to tell him no. I sat down on his small bed,
propping my back against the pillows, and he cuddled beside me while I read
from one of his favourite books. Though I was reading the words on the
page, my mind was hardly aware of their meaning. I was too distracted by
his small form against mine and the site of his bare feet sticking out from
the bottom of his PJs. I was hoping he wouldn't notice the big bulge in the
front of my pants.

When the story was done, I tucked him in bed, kissed him on the forehead
and said good night. It was almost 9:00 p.m. and all I could think about
was that I needed to get as far away from his bedroom as I could and take
care of my raging hard-on before things got out of hand. I went straight to
the bathroom, pulled out my cock and started stroking it. It only took
about 15 seconds for me to cum. I cleaned up the mess I had just made, then
went to the living room, feeling relieved.

This drug was messed up! I was starting to think it was probably a good
thing the company Paul worked for had decided to drop the project. Paul had
said I would still be in control of my actions, but I was starting to have
some doubts. I couldn't believe it had made me lust for my own ten-year-old
son!

Before long, though, I realized that I was getting hard again, and to my
dismay, images of my son's naked body came back to me. It was hard to
believe that only an hour earlier he had been standing naked in front of me
in the bathroom as I rubbed the towel all over his wet body. How had I
managed then to resist the urge to kiss him all over, to play with his
little penis until it got hard and then take it in my mouth? I thought
again about the way his body had reacted when I'd poked his clean little
pucker hole. Was it only surprise that had made him tense up, or had it
been an involuntary spasm of pleasure?

And now as I sat on the couch and rubbed my fully hard cock through my
pants, Cayman was sleeping in his bed, unaware of how close he had come
tonight to being molested by his father. I wanted to get up and go look at
him while he slept. Maybe I could jerk off right there in his room while he
slept. I could even maybe slip a hand underneath the covers and into his PJ
bottoms. What was the harm if he didn't wake up?

But what if he did wake up? No, I better not. Had I even seriously
considered it? I was feeling very confused. I had to take my mind off of my
son and focus on something else. I decided to watch some porn. Surely the
sight of grown-up people fucking in front of the cameras would be enough to
make me forget about the prepubescent boy in the other room.

I put in a DVE and got comfortable on the couch. I had selected my
favourite bi porno movie. I grabbed the remote control and skipped ahead to
the beginning of my favourite sex scene. It featured a hunky 20-something
who got into it with a rich and bored housewife. Later, they got caught by
their husband and instead of getting angry, he joined them. I'd watched the
scene a dozen times and it just never got old for some reason.

I was just starting to unbutton my pants when I heard Cayman's voice.

"Dad, can I watch TV with you for a bit? I can't sleep."

I froze. My son had just walked into the living room, and from where he was
standing, he couldn't see what was on the TV. The remote was right in front
of me on the coffee table. All I had to do was reach for it, stop the
movie, and switch to some other channel. It wasn't just the right thing to
do. Under normal circumstances, it would have been the only conceivable
thing to do. But in my present condition, the thought of watching porn with
my boy seemed so much more appealing!

"Sure," I said. "Come sit with me."

He walked over and sat close to me. I put my arm around him and he snuggled
against me, resting his head on my chest.

"Why are your pants unbuttoned, Daddy?"

"Oh, I just wanted to get comfortable," I said.

Cayman had just noticed what was happening on the screen. The man was
standing behind the woman, who was completely naked, and he was rubbing her
tits and kissing her in the neck. She got on her hands and knees on the bed
and the man started eating her pussy from behind.

"Daddy, what are you watching?" Cayman asked in a quiet voice.

"It's, uh... It's just a documentary," I said.

"What are they doing?"

"Well, it's called oral sex. It's something that grown-ups do sometimes to
make themselves feel really good. See, the man is using his tongue to
tickle the woman between in that really sensitive area between her legs and
it's making her feel really, really good."

"People do that?"

"Grown-ups do, yeah. It's one of the ways they make love with each other."

"Have you ever done that?"

"Yes, I have. A bunch of times. It's fun. You'll probably do it too when
you're older."

"No way," he said. "It looks gross."

"I think you'll change your mind when you find out how good it feels."

The woman changed position and turned toward the hunky 20-something, who
was shirtless but still wearing jeans. She unzipped his pants and took out
his fat cock and started sucking on it.

"Whoa!" Cayman exclaimed. "She put his pee-pee in her mouth!"

"Yes, she did. Now she's making him feel good the way he was making her
feel good."

Cayman's eyes were glued to the screen and he hadn't noticed that my
rock-hard cock was virtually bursting out of my unbuttoned pants and
leaving a wet patch of precum on the front of my underwear. I was dividing
my attention between the hot action onscreen and my right hand, which was
resting on Cayman's leg and slowly inching closer and closer to his
crotch. No matter how grossed out he claimed to be, the tenting in the
front of his PJs suggested he was also excited by what he was seeing. My
fingers were now just milimetres away from his hard little nail. I was
afraid of how he would react if I touched it, but it was impossible to
resist. I brushed up against it ever so lightly. He didn't respond, so I
touched it again, more confidently. This time it twitched and he moved his
leg a little, but he didn't say anything or push my hand away. I started
petting his penis very gently, as if it were a little animal and I didn't
want to scare it away. He remained very still while I did this.

Onscreen, the couple had changed position again and the man was now
slipping his cock inside the woman's pussy.

"Now they're going to have intercourse," I explained. "The man puts his
penis inside the woman's vagina and moves it in and out. This makes both of
them feel really good at the same time." Cayman didn't say anything. He was
still looking at the screen, wide-eyed. I applied a little more pressure
onto his erection and this time he responded by pushing into my hand. This
was the signal I'd been waiting for. Now that I knew he was into it,
nothing could stop me.

"Here," I said, "why don't you sit on Daddy's lap? You'll be more
comfortable." I guided him as he climbed on top of me so that his ass was
planted right on top of my erection, the shaft resting comfortable between
his cheeks. I held him tightly against me and felt my erection throb. I was
already really close, so I held him still and didn't move for about a
minute, until the feeling passed. Meanwhile, on the TV screen, the man kept
pumping his cock in and out of the woman's pussy.

When I felt that it was safe to move again, I moved my hand back to
Cayman's crotch and squeezed his penis a few times. From the TV came the
sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, accompanied by lots of moaning,
grunting and panting.

"The man and woman are feeling really good now," I said to my son. "I bet
you'd like to know what it feels like, wouldn't you? Notice how hard your
penis has gotten?" I squeezed his penis harder as I mentioned it and felt
him move in response.

"Why does it get like that, Daddy?"

"It's a normal reaction to seeing people having sex. Mine is hard, too. Can
you feel it?" I moved my hips forward, pushing my hard cock against his
ass.

"Yeah, I feel it."

"Your penis gets hard because it wants to feel good. Just like the man's
penis in the movie. Does it feel good when I rub it like this?"

"Yeah, it does."

I pulled his PJ bottoms and underwear down, exposing his hard little
shaft. I'd never seen my son hard like this and it was a beautiful
sight. It wasn't much bigger than my pinky and was sticking straight up. He
gasped when I grabbed it and started stroking it.

Up to that point, I'd been making efforts to keep my voice normal and not
get carried away with passion, so as not to freak him out. Now that I was
masturbating him, he was really getting into it, breathing heavily and
squirming as his immature body was overtaken by new sensations. He was so
fucking hot, it was driving me crazy. I let go completely of whatever
inhibitions I had left. My left hand slid underneath his PJ top and
caressed his smooth skin. I rested my hand on his chest and felt his
breathing. I was moving my hips now, humping his bare ass through my
underwear, which were soaked with precum. I moved my face closer to his
head and started talking dirty to my own son, whispering obscenities into
his ear.

"You like feeling your daddy's hand on your cock, boy? I bet you've never
been this hard before, huh? Your little body feels so good against
mine. Feel my hard cock against your ass. I wish I could fuck that tight
little hole of yours."

"Daddy, stop, I think I'm going to pee!"

"Don't worry about it, son. Just let it happen. You're not going to pee."

"No, Daddy, stop!" He tried to push my hand away, but I just tightened my
grip and stroked him even faster. He started whimpering and pumping his
hips furiously. "Oh, Daddy! Oh! Oh!"

Suddenly, his entire body convulsed and I felt his little cock start to
spasm. He was still grabbing my hand but now instead of trying to push it
away he was holding it firmly in place, making sure I didn't let go of his
pulsing stiffy.

Giving my son a dry orgasm sent me over the edge and own cock exploded,
pumping out a huge load of hot cum into my underwear, soaking right through
the fabric and smearing onto his bare ass.

The porno continued playing on TV as we sat there together recovering from
our orgasms. The couple had just been interrupted by the arrival of the
woman's husband, and he was taking out his gigantic and explaining that he
would have to punish his wife's lover by fucking him up the ass.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Who the hell could it be at this hour? It was 11:00 p.m. Even if my ex-wife
had changed her mind about picking up Cayman, she wouldn't show up this
late and certainly not without calling first. Oh, God, what if one of the
neighbours had seen us through the window and called the cops? I pulled up
Cayman's PJ, turned off the TV, buttoned up my pants and took a deep
breath, trying to calm down.

"Cayman, listen to me. Whoever this is, you can't tell them anything about
what just happened, okay? If they ask, tell them we were just watching TV
and you fell asleep, okay? Don't even tell them what we were watching. Can
you do that?"

He nodded his head yes. I think my sudden change of mood was scaring him a
little.

"Don't worry," I said. "Everything's going to be okay. We'll talk later."

I hadn't had time to clean myself up and I was very aware of the
uncomfortable stickiness inside my underwear as I walked over to the
door. I looked through the window and saw to my immense relief that it was
Paul. I opened the door.

"Paul! What are you doing here?"

He had a big shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sorry, maybe I should've called," he said. "But after I talked to you
earlier, I realized it would be cruel to leave you alone to jerk off all
night while you're tripping on that pill I gave you. So I took one myself
and decided to join you. It just kicked in on the way here. You're not
gonna turn me away, are you?"

"No, of course not. Come on in."

Paul walked in and closed the door behind him. He started to say something,
but then he noticed Cayman, who was sitting on the couch, not saying
anything.

"Oh, hi, Cayman," Paul said. Then he turned toward me with a puzzled look
on his face and said quietly, "What the fuck? Why isn't he in bed yet?"

"Uh, he just... He couldn't sleep. We were just watching some TV."

I could tell that he wasn't buying it.

"Dude, what is going on, here? You weren't... You didn't... Oh, my God, you
did, didn't you? Oh, my God!"

"What? No. Look, I don't know what you're thinking, but you're wrong."

"No, no, no. You can't fool me. You were messing around with the boy, I
just know it. Oh, my God, this is so hot."

"Wait, what? Did you just say this is hot?"

"Are you kidding me? I am so horny right now. Can I mess around with him
too? I bet you sucked his little cock, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't! I just.... I jerked him off, he had a dry orgasm and I came
inside my pants."

"Holy fucking shit! Dude, you gotta let me in on this. I never thought I
would go for something like this, but right now there is nothing in the
world I want more than to have sex with your son."

As horrifying as those words might have been to me under different
circumstances, right now they were having the opposite effect on me. My
cock was getting hard again as I thought about Paul and Cayman naked
together, my friend's big hands all over my son's little body, the boy's
small hands on his adult-sized cock.

"All right," I said. "But this stays between us."

"Do you think I'm a total idiot? Of course it stays between us."

I could tell that Cayman was a little freaked out by what was happening, so
I told Paul to go wait in my room while I talked to my son. I made sure
Cayman was okay and then asked if he'd like to stay up and play with us a
little later. I didn't tell him exactly what we were planning to do, but I
think he understood. He seemed a little apprehensive but curious, so he
said yes. I took him in my arms and carried him to my bedroom. Holding his
small, light body in my arms made reminded me that he was just a
child. Thinking about what my friend and I were about to do to him should
have revolted me, but instead it made my cock come to life again.

When we walked into my room, I was surprised to find Paul already naked,
sprawled out on my bed and stroking his cock.

"Sorry," he said. "I got so horny I just couldn't wait." I put Cayman down
and he stood in front of the bed, staring at Paul's cock. I started to
undress him, while Paul watched. He'd stopped stroking his cock and was
just exposing himself for my son, smiling.

When Cayman was naked, I told him to go join Paul on the bed, but he
suddenly got very shy and held on to my leg. "Go on," I said. "He's not
gonna hurt you. Don't you want to get a closer look at his cock?" I pushed
him forward and he sat on the bed, not sure what to do. Paul got closer to
him and started caressing his leg.

"You've got a beautiful body, Cayman," he said. "Your skin is so soft."
Cayman turned his head to look at Paul's cock again. "Do you like my cock?"
Paul asked. "Would you like to touch it?"

Cayman looked at me, silently asking for permission. "It's okay," I
said. "Touch it."

Paul gasped when Cayman's had first made contact with his cock. He showed
Cayman how to hold it, putting his hand over Cayman's and guiding it up and
down his shaft. When he removed his hand, Cayman continued pumping.

I started taking off my clothes as I watched my ten-year-old son stroking
my friend's hard cock. It felt good to finally get rid of my spoiled
underwear, which were still caked with the load from my orgasm just before
Paul showed up. I noticed that Cayman's little penis was hard again.

Cayman stopped jerking Paul off when I got on the bed with them. We all
lied down next to each other, with Cayman in the middle. He was on his back
and Paul and I were both on our side, facing him. I started kissing Cayman
on the neck, on his shoulders, and on his chest, running my hands all over
his smooth skin. Paul soon followed my lead and did the same thing from his
side. Cayman remained motionless as we explored his immature body, though I
could feel his breathing getting heavier and his chest moving up and down
with each breath.

Paul's hands were dancing around Cayman's little erection without touching
it, as if he didn't dare to go there just yet. I grabbed his hand and
placed it right on my son's throbbing little hard on. I loved seeing the
expression of pure pleasure over my son's face while Paul masturbated
him. He had his eyes closed and was breathing through his mouth.

Paul moved so that his face was in line with Cayman's crotch, then he took
his little cock into his mouth. Cayman gasped and opened his eyes when he
felt the wet mouth covering his penis. We both watched as Paul started
giving him his first blowjob. Paul moved his mouth up and down Cayman's
erection for about 20 strokes, then he took it out of his mouth and used
his hand to pull the foreskin back. He then used his tongue and lips to
concentrate on the exposed, sensitive head, which seemed to be driving
Cayman wild. He had propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look
at what Paul was doing to him, but now he tilted his head back and closed
his eyes again, moaning softly and pushing his hips forward a bit, until
Paul's teasing mouth went back to sucking the length of his little
cock. Paul went back and forth between these two techniques a few more
times, then looked up at me and said, "You gotta taste your son's cock,
man." And he was right. I had to!

We traded places and I took my son's cock in my mouth for the first
time. The sensation was like what I had expected and yet different. I'd
sucked adult cock before, but this tasted...cleaner. My hunger for his
boycock only increased as I slid my mouth over it. I wanted to swallow him
whole. I opened my mouth wide and took the whole thing in, cock and balls
included, and still I felt like I wanted more of him inside of me. My
hunger for him was insatiable.

I went back to pleasuring my son the way Paul had been doing, focusing
first on the shaft and then on the head. Then I spread his legs wide and
pushed them up a little, giving me access to his ass. I spread his cheeks
and buried my face between them, licking his clean little asshole and
trying to push my tongue inside of it. While I tickled and lubricated his
ass with my tongue, I kept stroking his erection slowly. I could feel his
entire body responding to the stimulation on his anus, but I didn't want
him to cum. I wanted to keep him horny and asking for more until Paul and I
had had our way with him.

After teasing my son's ass with my tongue for a couple of minutes, I tried
pushing my pinkie into him. It went in without too much resistance. I
fingered him for a while and then told Paul to get the lube from the top
drawer of the night table. With the lube, I was able to slide my index
finger inside of him. It was a tight fit and Cayman grunted.

"Are you okay, Cayman?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Just try to relax, okay?"

I tried inserting a second finger and was able to push it inside of him
slowly. As I continued to loosen him up, I passed the lube to Paul and
nodded toward his cock. He got the message and started lubing himself up.

We switched position again and Paul got behind Cayman. Holding his legs up,
he placed the tip of his cock against Cayman's pucker hole. I lied down
beside my son and got real close to him.

"Paul's gonna try fucking you now, Cayman," I said. "When he pushes into
you, don't clench your ass or it's gonna hurt more. Just try to relax and
push back against him, as if you were taking a poop? If it hurts too much,
just say so, okay?"

Paul started pushing and Cayman winced.

"Shhh," I whispered in his ear, comfortingly. "Just keep pushing against
him, honey. That's it. You're doing great. Such a good boy." I moved my
hand to his little cock and started masturbating him again. Paul pushed in
a little harder and Cayman cried out.

"It's okay, baby. We'll just wait a little bit till you get used to
it. Just relax." I continued to stroke his little cock and felt Cayman
relax again. Paul started very moving very gently in a fucking motion. The
head of his cock wasn't even in yet, but I could tell that he was extremely
excited and wouldn't last very long. I had already cum twice tonight, but
he hadn't. He continued pushing gently against Cayman's ass. Every once in
a while he'd try to thrust a little deeper into him and Cayman would clench
his teeth and grunt, but he never asked us to stop. Very gradually, Paul
got deep and deeper inside my son until he managed to get just past the
crown of his cock head. He then started picking up speed as he moved in and
out of him. He was panting and grunting and I could tell he was getting
close. Cayman was getting used to the fullness in his ass and now that Paul
wasn't trying to push deeper into him, he seemed to be enjoying it. As I
studied his beautiful face, I was suddenly overcome with passion and I
moved in to kiss him on the lips. His mouth was open and I shoved my tongue
inside of it. Then I felt his little cock start to pulse in my hand as he
experienced his second dry orgasm of the night (and of his life).

"Oh, fuck." I heard Paul say. "I can feel his ass spasming around my cock
as he orgasms. I'm gonna fucking cum, man. I'm going to shoot right inside
your son's ass." He stopped moving and must have pumped one or two shots
inside of Cayman, but then his cock slipped out and the next jet flew all
the way across the bed and landed in Cayman's hair. Paul stroked his cock
furiously and shot four more jets of hot cum. The first one hit Cayman
under the chin, and the next three landed on his chest and stomach. When
Paul had finished cumming, he collapsed on top of Cayman.

It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed in my life.

After Paul had recovered, he rolled off of Cayman. I looked at my
cum-soaked boy and was overcome with mad desire for him. I turned him
around and propped his ass up so I could take him from behind. I didn't
bother with lube, since my cock was already slippery with pre-cum and his
ass was still full of Paul's cum. I grabbed him by the hips and plunged my
cock inside his ass as far as it would go. Paul had loosened him up real
good, so I was able to get it in past the head, but it was still the
tightest hole my cock had ever been in, and it felt amazing. Cayman let out
a loud moan as I tried to push deeper into him. The sound of his voice made
me want him even more. I pulled out a little and then thrust back into him
hard. He cried out even louder and I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure
or pain or a combination of both. I bent down on top of him and whispered
in his ear while I continued to push into him.

"I know it hurts, baby, but you're doing really good. My cock feels so good
inside of you. Just let me push a little bit deeper, then Daddy's going to
fuck you real nice. That's it. Push against me, baby. Oh, you're such a hot
boy."

My cock was about halfway in and I still had enough sense in me to know I
probably couldn't go any further without injuring him, so I eased up and
settled into a nice, slow fucking rhythm. If I hadn't already cum twice
that night, I probably would have gone over the edge in a matter of
seconds. I noticed that Paul's cock was hard again and he was stroking
himself slowly as he watched me fucking my son. I started picking up speed
and slamming into Cayman harder and harder. He was grunting and moaning and
the sound was driving me crazy. My orgasm sent my entire body into
convulsion as my cock pumped a full load into my son's rectum. After I'd
pulled out, I lied down next to him and held him close and kissed him on
the head.

"You've been such a good boy tonight, Cayman. You made Daddy feel so
good. I hope I didn't hurt you." In my post-orgasmic moment of clarity, I
was starting to feel guilty about how rough Paul and I had been with him
tonight.

"It hurt a lot at first, but after a while it wasn't too bad."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, baby. I promise I'll never do
that to you again."

"But... I like making you feel good, Daddy. I don't mind if it hurts some."

"But, Cayman, you're only a child. You shouldn't have to do this sort of
thing for your father." Maybe the effects of the pill were starting to wear
off, but the full implications of everything that had happened tonight were
starting to become clear to me. "Oh, my God, what have I done?"

"Hey, hey, calm down, buddy," Paul intervened. I had almost forgotten he
was still in bed with us. "Don't freak out, man. Cayman's okay. You may
have gotten a little carried away there at the end, but he's fine now. You
guys can talk about it tomorrow and work it out. I think you should just
let him get some sleep for now. Poor kid's exhausted."

"You're right," I said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I love you, Cayman."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

I carried him to his bed and said good night to him and then returned to my
bedroom where Paul was waiting. I was still a little bit freaked out by
everything that had happened, but Cayman was taking it so well that it
reassured me. I decided then that if Cayman ever wanted to do anything
sexual with me again, I would only go as far as he felt comfortable
going. I would never force him into anything or let my own selfish needs
take over the way I had done tonight.

Paul was lying on his back with his hands behind his head when I walked
into the room. His cock was still hard.

"I've only cum once tonight," he said, "and that pill I took is not going
to wear off for another couple of hours at least. We have to do something
about that."

To my amazement, I realized that I was getting hard again.

"I think I can help you with that," I said as I reached for his cock.

THE END