Date: Thu, 14 May 2015 13:13:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: The Love of Andrew p 2 Please remember to make a contribution to nifty so that this great archive may continue. The Love of Andrew -- part 2 He was quiet in his room such a long time I went to see if something was wrong. Our sexual play was only a few weeks old and I was very alert for any sign of discontent or worse from Andrew. There were streaks of tears down his cheeks as he stared blank-eyed at his computer. "What's wrong honey?" I asked, the concern in my voice revealing more alarm than I wished. When I placed a gentle arm around his boney shoulder he turned and put his face against my body. "It's this friggin' paper for school. I can't get it done. He says I'll get an "F" if I don't have it by Monday." Kids his age can get so twisted up about school. "What's it supposed to be about?" "The Civil War." He raised his head and looked at me with a pleading face. My son was no scholar, and I loved him no less for it. Once again I grew incensed at his teacher, at the School, and so called education in general. At his age school should not demoralize and injure self esteem, but it seemed to be doing just that. "Come `ere, honey. Let's talk about it." I drew him toward the bed. We lay side by side and talked for a while. Father and son had been drawing closer and closer over the past few years and I rejoiced in it. Over those years his physical development became more and more alluring. His nipples grew puffy and darkened. I could tell he would soon be a sexy teenager, the kind you know are potent just by looking at them, and our relationship became more intimate, not less, as was usual, partly because I was open about my sex life. I found there was no greater basis for trust between father and son, man and boy, than to be honest and relaxed about my sexual desires and interests. "Dad, why can't I live with you and not mom...just see her on the weekends or something? She's bossy and impatient... ...I ...I don't think she likes me very much, anyway." There was a small catch in his voice. I hugged him close and kissed his cheek. "She can be a bitch, I know...I really do know." Andrew's breath was warm and his smell excited me. "I ever tell you the real reason we got divorced?" He fit his body more comfortably into mine so as to be ready to hear what I had to say. My cock experienced the familiar thrill and grew some. "It was because of this...you and I...men and boys together. Your mother knew I liked male sex when we met, and she even enjoyed it with me..." "No shit! You mean?" "I mean she'd watch me suck off men and liked it." "Jeez." There was no doubt I had surprised him. My blunt words had caused genuine awe and for a moment he seemed younger than his years. But Andrew was old enough to start learning about adults' sexual habits, even his father's. Shame about sex was something I didn't want him to acquire. "Then over time the guys got younger and younger." "How young? As young as me?" I think he liked the idea behind the question. "Sixteen." "She caught you." "No. I never made it a secret. She knew it all. But I think the teenager was more than she could take. People change. And you were born by then, a toddler, and I think she made some kind of connection between you and the young kid I fucked." "Shit! How?" "I have a cock, the kid had a delicious one, and you had a little button between your legs. My theory is she felt outnumbered and threatened. Probably thought I'd molest you in your crib. Whatever. Then when your sister was born she figured she got all she wanted from me, and wanted out." There was silence in the room for a time. "Well, Dad," Andrew giggled, "she was right...you did molest me!" He kissed me on the mouth for the first time. "I love you, Dad," he declared while his hand felt between my legs. I let him play with my cock through my jeans for a while as we talked more. "Dad, I think I like boys." His warm hand on me felt so good. "Girls are nice and all, but boys, some of them really excite me. This kid William at school took out his dick to show the girl next to him. I wanted to suck it, Dad. I wanted to do it right there in the class! I wasn't interested in the girl. He's cute." "Cute? Interesting. Look, you're young, seeing him was exciting, sex is exciting, but you can't say you're gay just based on that one time. You're still growing and can change in all sorts of ways. But...and this is important, son...don't deny your feelings. Accept them as part of you, don't push them away. Just as I accept you no matter what and will never push you away, I hope you'll always love and accept me." Those last words came with deep emotion in my voice that my young son recognized by hugging me and lowering my zipper. "I'm the luckiest father" I thought as I lay passively and my son freed my cock and put it in his mouth: lucky because our sex was lust, yes, but also an expression of the deepest connection of one human being to another, even above and beyond our gender and family relationship--or because of it. And he was so good at sucking after only five times! Was I lucky or was I lucky? There wasn't much I needed to teach him that first time. His slim smooth body inflamed my adult one, arousing every inch of muscle and fiber in meâ€`I'd never felt so turned on as with this boy. I felt sexually alive from my asshole to the tips of my fingers, from my lips and nipples and the end of my cock. With no effort my sperm flowed easily--sooner than I wanted--into his warm mouth, a sacred offering from man to boy, father to son. Every drop. From my adult body to his, it confirmed my natural instinct to protect and instruct his growth into an honest and loving man. After that we dozed, warmly entwined for about an hour. I made chocolate milk for us and brought it back to the bed. Like experienced lovers we sat up in post coital rest and chatted. I gave him some suggestions on the schoolwork that had caused him so much pain. Then, suddenly he asked me... "Dad, do men fuck each other a lot? I see so much of it on the web." My guess, I told him, is that men always fucked men from ancient times, but that the web probably has brought it more out in the open, and maybe aroused more curiosity and so increased it. "Why do you ask?" "I'd like to try it." Those few words caused a frisson that started in my asshole and spread instantly all over of me, but I remained outwardly calm. "Do you have someone in mind, like that cute William you mentioned?" "No dad, maybe William later. You. I want to learn with you." Oh, Jesus Christ, is this true? Am I hearing this from my son's sweet cum-glazed lips? He's offering me his virgin boy pussy! I thought I'd have to beg and persuade and seduce him over days and weeks, but no. He's asking for it right now! "You sure?" "Yes. Just be careful. You have a big one Dad, not like William--or a kid my age." So that was all the permission I needed. We went slowly--we had all day--I turned him over and we slipped an extra pillow under his hips, then he opened his legs. "You have a beautiful ass, son. I think you know that, right?" "Mommy says so, too" said Andrew very seriously. "Well, mommy can't fuck you like I can." He wiggled his little charm at me and I put my face there. "Oh god," he mumbled, surprised. "Oh...oh...ummm...mmm," and pushed his butt up and out to meet my hungry tongue. I wanted his cum in my mouth. "Wait baby, let's do this first...up on your hand and knees. I want to taste your sweet roger too." "My what?" "Roger. Your penis...your delicious little cock. It ain't so little, you know!" I slipped under my boy so that he could lower himself into my mouth. The fucking instinct took over. He set a slow tempo in-and-out into his father's mouth. His flavor was young and smooth on my tongue, like some delicate musky fruit, and very nourishing. Before we're done he's going to know just how much of a boy lover he has for a father I thought While busy with my mouth I reached behind with both hands to those much admired pouty globes exposing his little pink hole to the cool air. Andrew made a contented sigh. My investigating finger explored that very hot spot of concentrated pleasure newly awakened to alternative use. My boy pushed back and squeezed then reached around and mashed my hand more firmly into his moist, hairless cleft. What a greedy little fucker! He wanted all he could get, no inhibition. For me, that move--still with his nice cock in my mouth--indicated my son's nature might contain a very large desire for homosexual love despite my earlier words about not making any premature conclusions about himself. That's the way we were joined when I felt his pubescent orgasm in my mouth. No matter his sperm was almost tasteless and watery; I was proud and contented to receive this offering from his smooth young balls. We took a break again, shorter. I went down to the kitchen again to get us some cake. I was a little dazed by what we had just done, but enjoyed the feel of my half hard cock as it swayed between my legs. I wasn't finished with my son and hoped he remained ready for more. It felt so right and natural to be naked with him, our bodies warm and touching. The snack over, we fell silent. The anticipation was exquisite. There was business to finish. It was time to fuck. "Are you ready?" "You mean, like, in me?...in my ass?" "Yes honey, it's what you asked for: in your beautiful boypussy ass." In reply he tuned over and put the pillow under his hips again. It wasn't easy for him, but he didn't give up and I was proud of him. With warm gel on my middle finger I probed around his exposed anus until him seemed relaxed enough for me to enter. God! He was so warm inside, like a little heater. His grip was so tight. I leaned close to his ear and spoke all kinds of dirty loving words while my finger moved slowly in and out. "Andrew, Andrew...you little hot motherfucker...god your ass feels so good...the boys are gonna love putting their cock in here... You suck dick like a champion, you know that? You're my champion, my little champion. Andrew...sucks...his father...lets his father fuck him." He squirmed and wiggled his twelve year old butt to these words, and expressed a few of his own charming dirty talk of adolescent arousal. "Daddy fuck me...daddy fuck me...fuck me, daddy...fuck me...big cock...daddy..." It took him perhaps fifteen minutes to get used to one finger, then a second. I controlled my impatience. This first time had to be good or it would be our only time. I moved up higher between his wide spread smooth legs. The smell of my finger wafted as the end of my cock pressed on his anus. "I'm just going to go in a little...you squeeze your butt on it, then relax." A small worried voice said "ok." But he was a good learner and determined. It hurt, no matter I had slicked my cock well with gel. When we had about an inch in, his breathing became heavy and his brow damp. "You want me to stop?" A tiny voice said, "no." I pushed further. He let out a small cry. "It hurts!" "I'll stop." "No....no...Daddy...no...go more...go!" I cautiously inched further in. His body grew so very warm and tight under me, asshole hot and gripping, his breathing hard. "The pain will stop, honey. Squeeze if you can, and let go...it will be better." Now, even if he wanted me to stop I didn't know if I could. "Virgin," I thought, he's a virgin and he's giving it up to me, his father. He started to meet my tentative thrusts with small ones of his own. "Daddy....daddy....dad dee, dad deee...." he repeated in a daze "dad deeeeeee....oh, fucckkk!" After squeezing a few times that little's boy's pussy suddenly gave way. I was in him up to my balls! My awareness has closed down to all but the end of my cock lodged deep in my son's twelve year old ass. I stopped to allow him to get used to it. The grip was more than I thought I could stand. He was panting and straining. I guessed he'd not be able to take it like this too long. "It hurts!" "I love you." "It hurts." "Do you remember the time..." "IT HURTS. Take it out!!" If I waited a second longer this could be rape. end part 2 I do appreciate all comments and like to hear from readers with similar desires or experiences. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com