Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2016 19:14:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: This is my Son This is my son. This is my son, ten years old. I'm in the shower when he comes into the bathroom. "After you," he says, taking his pants down. I know that he likes to have me watching when he takes his clothes off, because it's more like a strip-tease than merely undressing. He makes quite a production of it and I have no hesitation in telling him that he's really fucking sexy and one day he's gonna make a lot of guys happy. He's fully aware that I'm gay. When he's down to his little white briefs, I push the shower door open and invite him to join me. "There's plenty of room for two, Tristan, and it'll save water. You can soap my back." My eyes are glued to him as he slowly and provocatively slides his underpants down, revealing his lovely four inch cock, already beginning to get hard. He kicks them from his ankles and steps into the shower. I hand him the soap and he lathers my back, then my bum and brings his hands round from behind and soaps my hairy chest. His hand moves lower and lower until he's rubbing soap into my pubic hair and my cock has become totally erect. He leans to one side and peers at it. "Oh, Dad, I think you cock needs to be washed, don't you?" "It does, son. It needs to be thoroughly and vigourously washed. Make sure you roll my foreskin back and clean underneath. Take your time and make a good job of it." He giggles and my heart races as he grips my shaft and begins to stroke it. I turn sideways and look at his cock, now stiff and pointing upwards. I begin soaping him and soon we're just two naked guys in shower wanking each other's cocks. He puts his bar of soap in the soapdish and drops to his knees, letting the water rinse the suds from my dick. He takes hold of it again and looks up at me adoringly. "I'm gonna suck it, Dad," he says. "I've wanted to suck it for as long as I can remember." I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack. He opens his mouth wide and puts his lips round the head and the warm softness of his lips is driving me crazy. I feel his tongue doing magic things to my glans and the stimulation is so intense that without warning my orgasm explodes. The first pulse shoots right into his mouth and I instantly pull my cock out. The remaining half dozen or so shots land on his lovely angel face, and as the last blob, milked by his hand, oozes from my cock and drips on to his thumb, he looks up at me adoringly, opens his mouth to reveal my cum inside, closes his lips and swallows. Then he grins. "I didn't want to freak you out by cumming in your mouth," I say, apologetically. "Oh, I loved it. Next time I want it all in my mouth. I love the taste. When you recover, do you want to suck mine?" "Just as you said, I've been wanting to do it for ages. Now we can do it any time we want, you darling little cocksucker." He smiles and murmurs to himself, "I'm a cocksucker, Dad's little fucking cocksucker." He sounds proud of himself and so he should be. _________________________________________________________ This is my son, almost eleven years old. Last week, we were in his bedroom and he was trying on the underwear I'd just bought for him, plain white briefs and singlets. In just his briefs, he looked perfectly adorable. He took a singlet out of the pack of three and pus it on. Instead of tucking it into his briefs, he smoothed it down over his hips. "This could be a dress, Dad. Look, it's long enough." As yet unwashed and unshrunk, it came down to mid thigh. "I'm pretending to be a girl." He turned his body from side to side, admiring himself. then turned his back to the mirror and bendt down. "Can you see my knickers?" "I can," I told him, laughing. "Would you like to dress up as a girl?" "Oh, wow! That'd be so cool!" "Next time we go shopping, we could buy some dresses." "And girls' knickers, too?" he asked, his face alight. "I can't wear a dress without knickers." "And will you let me look up your dress?" He laughed. "I'll let anyone look up my dress." Yesterday we went shopping and when we came home, we went into his bedroom to try on the stuff we'd bought. He let me undress him and I took a pair of white Marks & Spencers girls' knickers from the shopping bag, held them open for him to step into, and pulled them up his legs. He looked delicious! "They're nice and tight to hold your cock against your tummy so it doesn't show," I told him. Next I handed him a white cotton vest with spaghetti straps and he put it on and tucked it into his knickers, followed by a white semi translucent blouse. Then came the plaid skirt, not too short, coming down to mid thigh. I didn't want him to look like a slut. Finally, he sat on the bed and let me put white ankle socks on, followed by brand new white sneakers. He stood and looked in the mirror. "Oh, my God!" he breathed. "I'm a perfect little schoolgirl." With his long hair and effeminate features, he needed no make up to complete the illusion. "Look, everyone," he called to the mirror, "I'm a sexy little girl. Who wants to see my knickers?" He lifted the front of the skirt up in a deliciously lewd display. Today, we've taken the tube to Trafalgar Square and we're sitting on the steps of the National Gallery, watching the people walking by and, more importantly, allowing them to see Daddy with his daughter whose legs are carelessly spread, revealing her brand new blinding white knickers. They pretend not to look, just glance and look away, but invariably, their gaze returns and creates that little thrill I get when people look at my child with lust in their hearts. On the way home on the tube, he spreads his legs again and the eyes of the guy sitting opposite almost pop out of his head. "I had a wonderful time today, Dad," Tristan whispers to me. So did I. ____________________________________________________ This is my son, eleven years old. I'm lying on my bed, naked, my rigid cock pointing at the ceiling. Tristan, also in the nude, is kneeling between my thighs. He takes hold of my cock. "It's awesome!" he murmurs. It's the only adjective he has. Everything is "awesome". We're gonna have to work on his vocabulary. He looks up at me adoringly as his hand moves slowly up and down, pulling my foreskin back and forth. He brings his face down until it's just inches above the end of my cock and inhales deeply. Looking up at me again, he says, "I love the smell of hot cock." I lie there, aware that he doesn't need any encouragement. He knows what excites me and all he wants to do is arouse me and make me cum. He pushes his tongue out so the tip touches the drop of precum oozing from the end of my cock and scoops it off. "Tasty!" he whispers. Then he says the words that always bring me to a new level of excitement. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Dad." His lips close over the head of my cock, causing electric thrills to run though my body and his tongue pushes under my foreskin, running circles round my glans. From time to time, he lifts his head and makes eye contact, and tells me how awesome my cock is and how much he loves it and how he'd like to have a cock as big and beautiful as mine until I can no longer hold my orgasm off, and it explodes like a grenade going off in my abdomen, firing multiple rounds of cum into his eager mouth. His cheeks go hollow as he sucks and milks me with his hand, and then he lifts his head and looks at me, his cum filled mouth agape, my jism dripping form one corner, then closes his lips, grins and swallows. Then I turn the camcorder off. ____________________________________________________________ This is my son, eleven years old. We're in his bedroom and he sits on the bed as I kneel and take his shoes and socks off. He lies back and lets me unzip his pants and push my hand inside. I close my fingers round his genitals, squeezing gently and feel his cock begin to stiffen. I unfasten to top of his pants and he lifts his hips to let me pull them off. I unbutton his shirt, spread it open and stand back to admire him, his cock causing his briefs to bulge. He lies there, happy to let me burn this vision of loveliness into my memory but I can't keep my hands off him any longer so I push them under his bum, lift his body and press my cheek against the white cotton covering his cock. I turn my head to kiss his bulge. I grip it in my teeth and gently bite, then let him back down on the bed and pull his underpants down to his knees. His hard cock, all of four inches, points right at me. I take it in my hand and stroke it, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. From time to time I take it in my mouth and do with my tongue what he likes to do to me. I hear him groan as he thrusts his hips upwards. Letting out a gasp of air, he collapses down on the bed. I sit up and look at him, his brow beaded with sweat, as he recovers his breath. "Oh, Dad, I came! I really fucking came! It was awesome!" "Your first orgasm! Congratulations, son, you're becoming a man. I didn't taste any cum, Tristan, but after a few weeks, you'll be shooting a nice, tasty little load for me." __________________________________________________________ This is my son, twelve years old. He's just come home from school with a friend in tow. "This is Jon," he says. I'm stunned. Jon is drop-dead gorgeous, blond hair in a bowl cut, big blue eyes, a little turned up nose and lips that beg to be kissed. If he were a girl, he'd still be in the top one percent. He's almost as gorgeous as my son. Tristan sees me staring transfixed and grins. He knows what I'm feeling. I take control of myself, fix a couple of Cokes for them and invite Jon to stay for dinner. "I have to be home by six," he says. "Another time then. Perhaps you'd like to sleep over sometime soon?" They look at each other, grinning. "Meanwhile, I guess you guys wanna go up to Tristan's room to hang out. Close the door behind you and I won't disturb you." Tristan gives me a grateful grin and they run upstairs. I'm gonna have to set up a spycam if Jon is gonna sleep over. Tristan won't mind. He likes to pose for pix and videos. Shortly before six, they come downstairs, fully dressed but with hair mussed. We all get in my car and I drive Jon home. On the way back, I ask my son how it went, what did they get up to? "I promised Jon I wouldn't tell anyone." "Fair enough, you don't have to tell me anything but I bet you sucked him off." He responds with a silent grin. "And did he suck you off, too? One good turn deserves another." "I'm not telling," he says. My mind fill with images of two twelve year old boys mutually masturbating and fellating each other and my cock gets hard in my pants. He notices it and reaches out, giving me a squeeze. "I gotta concentrate on my driving," I say and he withdraws his hand. "Then when we get home," he says, as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, "let's take a shower, okay?" In the bathroom, I take my mobile out of my pocket and place it on the vanity. We eagerly undress each other and the second the shower door closes behind us, he's on his knees, taking my cock in his mouth. He sucks eagerly, hungry for my cum, even though he sucked me off as recently as this morning. As my orgasm builds I pull my cock out and he knows what to do. Holding it at its base, he tilts his head back, opens his mouth and lets me fire my first shot right inside. Then he closes his mouth and smiles as the rest of my load sprays all over his face, from forehead to chin. "Don't move," I command, stepping out of the shower and grabbing my mobile. I take several pictures of his happy, cum streaked face. It'll make a nice adddition to my child pornography collection. ____________________________________________________________ This is my son, thirteen years old. I'm lying on my bed with my date Josh, a delicious nineteen year old twink I found on Craig's List. We're fondling each other's iron hard cocks and I tell him that after we've done a little cocksucking, I want him to fuck me up the arse. He readily agrees. The door bursts open and Tristan steps into the room, dressed in his white briefs. We take our hands off each other's cocks. "Oh, sorry," Tristan says, I didn't know you had company." He stands, grinning, looking at the rigid member of my new friend. "Nice cock!" "This is my son, Tristan. Don't be alarmed, he knows I'm gay and he doesn't mind if I have lovers, do you, kiddo?" Josh is gobsmacked. His jaw drops. "Oh my God! You're fucking gorgeous!" Tristan is used to compliments like this and he doesn't blush. He stand there, letting my twink friend run his gaze up and down his body. I feel a little ripple of excitement. "If you think this is gorgeous, you should see him naked," I say and Tristan takes the hint and slowly and seductively slides his underpants down to reveal is rapidly hardening five inch dick with a bunch of crinkly hair at its base. He steps up close, his knees touching the edge of the bed. I can feel Josh trembling with excitement and see his iron hard cock bobbing in time with his pusle. "Go ahead, touch it," Tristan invites him. Josh looks at me and I nod approvingly. He lifts his hand and closes his fingers round my son's now fully erect penis. Tristan lets out a contented sigh. I can feel my pulse racing. This is the first time I've seen anyone other than myself touching my son in a sexual way. A hitherforeto unknown feeling washes through me, churning my stomach with excitement and I feel like I'm having a heart attack. This is like the time in Trafalgar Square when Tristan showed off his knickers to the crowd, except it's a hundred times more powerful. The look of pleasure on his face makes my arousal even more intense. Jon's hand moves back and forth and instead of feeling jealous or threatened, I'm in a new kind of heaven. I realise that I actually want my son to be molested as I watch. Tristan looks at Josh's cock, then at me and I nod. He reaches down but before he can take hold of it, Josh cums, hands off, like a bullet, spraying jism on to his chest and belly. Tristan laughs. "I think he likes me, Dad," he says then, to my intense delight, he drops to his knees, pops Josh's cock into his mouth, cleans it up, then proceeds to lick all the cum from his body. "You've no idea how much I love the taste of cum," he says. Actually, I have; he loves it just as much as I do. Then he climbs across Josh's body and lies next to me, his head on my tummy. "Your turn, Dad," he says, taking my cock in his hand and lowering his head. __________________________________________________________ This is my son, fourteen years old. We're in the shower. "No, don't suck me off, son. I want you to fuck me up the arse. Go and wait in my bedroom. I need to do some colonic irrigation." He looks puzzled, but leaves and I take the enema kit out from under the vanity, fill it with warm water and give myself a triple deep enema. I want to be perfectly clean for my son's first anal fuck. I give my arsehole a last rinse in the shower, dry myself and go into the bedroom. My cock, more than half hard, swings from side to side as I walk. In the bedroom, Tristan is lying on his back, playing with his erect cock. Whenever I see it these days, it's almost always hard, despite the fact that I suck him off at least once a day. I sit beside him and take over his manual action, then reach into the bedside table drawer and find a tube of lube, which I spread on his cock, liberally. "Are you really gonna let me fuck you?" He looks excited. "I want you to know how good it feels, so that when the time comes for you to be fucked, you'll know what pleasure you're giving your partner." I push a lubed finger up my arse for good measure, straddle him, take hold of his cock and place the tip right against my hole. "Ready, son?" He nods and I lower my body, feeling his cock go right inside me with no resistance whatsoever. My arse has been stretched over the years by the dozens of cocks that have penetrated and satisfied me. I let out a gasp of pleasure. "That feels so amazing," he says. "It's so soft and warm and all encompassing." His vocabulary is improving. "It's almost better than being sucked off." I lift up and down, squeezing on the upstroke and relaxing on the down stroke, masturbating his cock with my sphincter. "Oh, Jesus! I'm fucking my dad! This is unbelieveable!" Then he looks down at where my own cock is slapping against his belly each time I lower my body, and he takes hold of it and starts to gently wank me. After just a few strokes, I push his hand away. "I don't wanna cum before you, Tristan. I want you to fill me with your cream, fill me right up. Oh, God! This is driving me crazy! I love you, son! Fuck me! Fuck your dad's brains out!" His hips are now lunging upwards, meeting my descending body so that my perineum slams against his pubic bone. "Here it cums, Dad!" he yells and I feel his hips thrust upwards and his cock pulsing inside me. At the same time he grabs my cock again and furiously wanks me for the three or four seconds it takes for me to cum and then his whole chest and stomach are splashed with my load. Some even lands on his face. I collapse on top of him, my body resting on his cum drenched torso and I lie there, supremely happy, having been royally fucked by my own darling son. I roll off him and lie on my back, watching my cock grow soft. "I want you to fuck me, Dad," I hear him say. "I thought you might say that, but we're gonna have to prepare you first." From the bedside table drawer I produce a pink vibrator which is about the same size as my cock and hand it to him. "Practice with this and stretch your arse. In a couple of weeks, you'll be able to take my dick without any pain, and then I'm gonna fuck your brains out, you darling little slut." "I'm a slut," he murmurs to himself, smiling. "Tristan the slut. Daddy's little cocksucking slut." He sounds happy and proud. _____________________________________________________________ This is my son, fifteen years old. I'm in my doctor's examination room having a routine check up. As a proud father, I feel bound to show him a picture of my son. The only one I have in my wallet shows Tristan in the bathroom starting to pull his underpants down. His cock is not quite visible. "He's a handsome boy," he comments, then looks back at me. "Everything's normal," he assures me. I'm sitting on a paper covered gurney and he's perched on on a typist's chair, entering data into the computer. He's six foot three and black as the ace of spades. He finishes typing, swivels round to face me and leans back. His white lab coat is open and beneath it he's wearing pale blue scrubs. I can clearly see the shape of his cock. It looks enormous. He sees me looking at him and we make eye contact. My gaydar rings like a fire alarm. "Do you think I should have a digital exam to check for prostate cancer?" I ask. His face lights up. "You're a bit young to worry about that, but it wouldn't hurt. Stand up, drop your pants and underpants and lean forward." I eagerly obey, letting my clothing drop round my ankles. He steps to the door and locks it. Pulling on a latex glove, he lubes up his finger and steps behind me. A little shiver of delight runs through me as his finger slides easily into me. He wiggles it about. "You're very loose," he remarks. "Are you engaging in anal sex?" I laugh. "Every chance I get," I tell him. I can feel his dick pressing against my hip. He inserts another finger, pushing it deep into me. "That feels glorious!" I say, "almost as nice as a cock." I reach down and grip his dick through his scrubs. He must be wearing boxers underneath because I can feel its shape perfectly as it hangs down his leg, growing by the second. It's really fucking big. "I can't detect any enlargement of your prostate, but I can give you a more thorough exam if you like. If I put my cock in there, it'll give me a better idea of your condition." "The scientific term for my condition is 'fucking randy', Doc. Do it!" I look over my shoulder as he pushes his scrubs and boxers down to his knees, and takes his enormous black cock in his hand. It's now perfectly hard and must be all of nine inches long. He places the tip against my hole and pushes. I relax and let it slide in. "Oh, my God!" I breathe, "that feels fucking marvelous! Fuck me, you hunk!" "You like my big nigga dick, huh?" he growls, sensing my need for humiliation. "Yeah. Ram that monster deep inside me, you fucking brute! Fuck my brains out! Shove it in as deep as it'll go. Oh God, I love being fucked by big black niggas!" To be honest, he's my first, but I'm not gonna tell him that. "Fuck me! Fuck my hungry faggoty arse, you fucking monster! Rape me! Harder, harder!" I can feel little stabs of pain as the end of his cock touches something deep inside me but I don't care. He's filling me right up and I'm loving it. "Take that!" he snarls, "you fucking dirty whore. Take my big nigga cock all the way up your white arse! Yeah! Oh, yeah, you're loving this, aren't you, you fucking slut! I'm gonna cum any second now." As he thrusts into me, my own cock is rock hard and his lunging causes it to rub back and forth against the edge of the gurney. I'm on the edge of cumming, too. "Fuck me, nigga!" I yell and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he shoots his load and the overpowering thrill of being fucked brings me to a shattering climax and my cum squirts all over the gurney. Now I know why they cover it with paper. He withdraws his cock and I turn to look, seeing it clearly for the first time. It's beautiful and even though I've just cum, I can appreciate how magnificent it is. He hands me a box of tissues and I wipe the cum that's dripping from my arse as he cleans his own cock. "You're nice and clean," he says, giving me a dazzling smile. "That's because I always have an enema before a doctor's visit. One never knows what might happen." We put our clothes back on. "Would you give me your private email address?" I ask him. "I want to send you some pictures." "Of your son?" has asks, grinning. "Yes, my sexy naked son." "Mmmm. I look forward to seeing them." I bet he does. When I get home, I email him a careful selection of pictures of Tristan in his sexy white briefs, his six inch cock, almost as big as my own, tenting the front, his hips thrust towards the camera, then some shots of him pushing the same briefs down, not quite exposing his cock which lies sideways, almost reaching his hip. Another shows him naked, bending with his back to the camera, spreading his delicious teenage arse cheeks with his fingers as he peers back over his shoulder, an inviting smile on his face. I add a text. "I'd show you more, but I don't wanna email child porn, so I'll have to show them to you in person. Call me." I don't tell him why I'm exposing my son in this way; let him wonder. I want his imagination to go to work. Tristan comes home from school and as always, we go into the bathroom and start to undress each other. We're down to our underpants and I put one arm round him and push my other hand down the front of his briefs and grip his hard cock. He does the same to me. We stroke each others cocks for a few seconds, then I push his briefs down and he tugs at mine until my cock springs out and I can press it against his. We stand, arms around each other, rubbing cock to cock. "I was at the doctor's today and he checked my prostrate with his finger." He grins. "Only one finger?" "Two, actually. He's a big black guy with an enormous cock." "How d'you know it's enormous?" "Because he fucked me with it, right there in the exam room. It was heavenly." "You're a fucking slut, Dad." He couldn't pay me a nicer compliment. I look down at our two cocks pressed against each other like two young lovers eager for sex. "How's it coming with the vibrator?" "Oh, it's wonderful. It goes all the way in with no pain at all. Hang on, I'll show you." He runs out of the bathroom, his briefs still round his thighs and comes back, vibrator in hand, and kicks his briefs off. We step in the shower and I adjust the water temperature as he smears soap on his toy and hands it to me. He bends forward. "Fuck me with it, Dad. Shove it in. Oooh, yeah, that feels awesome! Go deeper! Push it all the way! I can't wait to take your cock up there." It's time. Overdue, even. He needs to experience the joy of being fucked. I pull the vibrator out from him. "Lean against the wall, son." He places his hands on the tiles and I kneel behind him, placing my hands on his hips and my face between his buttocks, thrusting my tongue into him. I hear him gasp with pleasure as I push in and out until it begins to ache. I stand up, lather my cock and press its tip against his hole. "Ready?" "I've been ready for weeks. Fuck me, Dad! Shove your magnificent cock up my arse! Oh, Jesus!" The head of my cock pushes past his sphincter. "Did I hurt you?" "No, no! It doesn't hurt at all. Go deeper! Oh, this is incredible! I love it! I love your glorious cock in me! Oh, this is a lot better than I imagined. Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me!" At long last, I'm fucking my own son without a trace of guilt, loving it and loving his own eager reaction, his willingness to accept my iron hard cock deep inside him. I reach around and grip his beautiful stiff cock and gently stroke him. I want to teach him that when he fucks a man, he should consider the needs of his lover. "Oh, Dad, keep going, don't stop! I want you to fuck me every day. Do it harder! Fuck me! Oh, I just love being fucked! I'm in heaven!" He's not the only one. My son is just like me, a fucking faggot, a pure bottom who's been sucking me off since he was a little boy and loving it more and more as he grew up, and I'm giving him exactly what he wants. "I'm gonna cum!" I croak. "Me, too," he grunts so I abandon his cock. I don't want him to cum before I do, but I'm too late. I can see over his shoulder the long streak of cum that shoots from the end of his cock and splatters the tiles, followed by another and another and the sight of it sends me over the top and I fire my load deep inside him, ramming my cock in up to the hilt as I gasp for breath. A minute later, we're both sitting on the floor of the shower, the warm water washing the sweat off our bodies and the traces of cum from our softening cocks. "Oh, Dad, you've no idea how good that felt!" "I think I do, Tristan. To cum like you did, hands off, you must have been intensely aroused." "I was. I couldn't help myself. I just exploded." "I've had a lot of cocks up my arse, ever since I was your age. Isn't it great?" "When can we do it again?" "Soon, but first, there's someone I want you to meet." ___________________________________________________________ This is my son, fifteen years old. My doctor calls me and I invite him over. He arrives straight from work, still in his scrubs. Sitting side by side at my desk, we scroll through the pictures and videos I've taken over the years of my son, beginning with the first time he sucked my cock, moving on to his adventures dressed as a girl, then numerous shots of his cum streaked face, his various strip tease routines and all those times when he masturbated for the camera, somtimes naked, sometimes with his hand down his briefs, letting his cum ooze through the white cotton. Included are spy cam videos of him sixty-nining with Jon, whom Tristan had taught to like sucking cock. The slide show ends with a video of my naked boy lying on his back as I squat over his dick, lowering my body until his cock disappears inside me, and his hips thrusting upwards until, hands off, I cum on his chest. Doc is aghast. "Jesus Christ, this is kiddy porn." "Don't worry, none of this is coerced. He's an eager participant. Look at the happy expressions on his face." "You could go to jail just for possessing these pictures." "Who's gonna know? My son ain't gonna talk and neither are you. I've got you by the balls. I can see the headlines: 'Doctor fucks patient after digital exam'. Don't tell me you don't find my son attractive." "He's fucking gorgeous, I have to admit. But why are you showing me this?" "Don't you like young boys?" "Who doesn't. Look!" He leans back in his chair to show off the erection which tents the front of his scrubs. "This is how much I like him. A few more pics like these and I'll cum in my pants." I put my hand on his erection and give it a friendly squeeze. "Tristan's gonna love this. I want him to see your big, black, nigga dick. The biggest he's ever seen is mine." "Don't you feel guilty? He's your fucking son, for fuck's sake." "Ever since he was a toddler, he's been eager for new sexual adventures. I only want to make him happy. I want you to meet him. He'll be home from school shortly so let's go up to my bedroom and get ready for him." Upstairs, I set up my camcorder on its tripod, aim it carefully at the bed and start recording. I lovingly undress Doc until he's down to just a white singlet which fits snugly across his chest and flat across his stomach, ending just above where his pubic hair has been shaved off. The white cotton contrasts beautifully with his coal black skin. I invite him to lie on his back on the bed, his head propped up with pillows. His cock is thrillingly erect, moist at the tip. I undress myself as he watches, and kneel beside him. "I'm gonna give you a little suck, just to set the mood, but do not, under any circumstances, cum. I repeat, do not cum! You need to save it." He grins and I go down on him, just my lips round the tip of his cock to tease him. Tristan will he home any second. "I want you to fuck my son," I tell him, coming up for air. Hearing myself say that sends waves of lust coursing through my body. "Isn't my cock too big?" "My cock fits into him easily so yours might hurt a bit, but I think he can handle it." "Why are you doing this?" "I know this is gonna sound weird, but for me watching is even more exciting then doing it." "It's not so weird. Voyeurism is quite common. Think about all the guys who like to pimp out their wives. I can see why you'd want me to fuck your son, but how will he feel about it?" "Oh, he's gonna love it. A nine inch nigga cock up his arse? He'll be boasting about this for the rest of his life." "Keep my name out of it." "Don't worry, he knows how to keep secrets, ever since he first wanked me off at the age of . . . well, never mind." I hear him come in the front door and I call down for him to come up to my room. As he steps in through the bedroom door, his eyes grow huge. The last thing he expected to see was a big black dude lying on his dad's bed with a huge big nigga dick pointing at the ceiling. "Oh, my God!" he gasps, his eyes huge. "That's an awesome cock! Is this the guy you wanted me to meet, Dad?" "This is Doc." "I'm thrilled to meet you, Tristan. Your dad showed me lots of pictures and videos of you. You're a very sexy young man." Tristan grins. "Those pics are hot, aren't they? Dad's put some of them on the internet. I guess I'm famous." He turns to me. "Is this the guy who fucked you?" "The same," I tell him. "Isn't that a fantastic cock? Much better than mine. Would you like to get to know it a little better?" He's fascinated, his gaze riveted on Doc's dick, his jaw open, his pants beginning to bulge. I ask him, "Why don't you get undressed." Tristan never just undresses; he makes a production of it. He kicks off his shoes, unzips his pants and spreads the fly wide open, exposing the front of his white briefs. He slowly unbuttons his shirt from bottom to top, spreads it wide, then lets his pants fall. He swishes round the room, letting the shirt fall slowly from his shoulders, then pulls his singlet from his briefs and smooths it down over his hips. "Think of my vest as a dress, and me as a girl," he says, provocatively. "If I bend over you can see my knickers." The effect is not quite as erotic as when he was eleven. A fifteen year old girl's body would look very different from his, so the illusion doesn't quite work. He turns his back to Doc, who's transfixed, his eyes wide, his rigid cock bobbing in time with his pulse. Tristan puts his hands on his bum and pushes his loins foward, lifts the front of his singlet to show his cock bulging under his briefs. "Am I sexy? Dad thinks I am." He starts to drag his briefs down. "Dad lets me suck his cock and fuck him." His briefs are now bunched across his hips, still hiding his stiff cock, which lies sideways. "He fucked me, too. It was awesome!" He shoves his briefs farther down and his cock springs out, all six delicious inches of it. "He likes my cock. Do you like it?" The briefs fall to the floor and he turns and bends down, showing off his firm little bum. I feel a strong urge to throw him on the bed and fuck him, but I know that watching Doc do the act is gonna be far more thrilling. He turns back to face Doc, takes his own cock in his hand and begins to slowly masturbate. "Dad likes to watch me have a wank. Do you?" Doc groans, lost for words. Then comes the most thrilling words I've ever heard in my life. "I want you to fuck me, Doc. I want that manificent huge nigga cock up my arse, all the way. I wanna be savagely fucked, like you did to my dad. Where's the lube?" I decide to take control. "This is how it's gonna go down. I'm gonna lie on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. Tristan, I want you to sit on my face and do whatever you want to my cock, and I'll rim your arse for a while." Like me, he loves being rimmed. "Doc, you can stand at the bottom of the bed, or kneel on it, whichever works, and fuck my son doggy fashion. If Tristan at any time wants to stop, it all ends, okay? This way, my son gets to suck while being sucked and fucked, a win/win/win situation. I suck and get sucked, but you only get to fuck, Doc." "Yeah!" Tristan breathes. "I'm not complaining," Doc says, climbing off the bed. "But first, Tristan, I want you to go into the bathroom and do a triple enema." He leaves, coming back two minutes later, squeezes a big blob of lube on to his palm and wraps his hand round Doc's big, black dick. He looks up at Doc, his eyes bright, an eager expression on his face. His hand slides back and forth and I can see Doc trembling with excitement. Then we all get in position. My son's lips enclose my cock and his hand caresses my balls as I push my tongue into him, thrusting in and out until I tire, then I push his body up so that his cock can go in my mouth. Rolling my eyes up I can see the enormous black cock poised to fuck him. I reach my hand up and take hold of it, guiding the tip to Tristan's hole. I can see him relax his sphincter and as the cock reaches the opening and Doc pushes forward, I hear my son gasp, whether with pain or joy, I can't tell, but his lips remain clamped round my cock. The cock won't go in. Maybe it is just to fucking big. Doc pushes harder and suddenly the head disappears inside. Tristan takes my cock from his mouth for long enough to say, "Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, this is so fucking good!" Now I can stop worrying about him being hurt and the sight of nine inches of gorgeous black cock going into him, just half an inch or so with each of Doc's thrusts, almost drives me out of my mind. I twist my hips so that my cock falls from my son's mouth. He gets my message, understanding that I'm far too aroused and that I don't wanna cum yet, and he abandons my cock. Now both of us can concentrate on the violation of his delicious arse. I keep his cock in my mouth, but give it the minimum of stimulation, so as not to distract him. "Oh, Jesus, it feels so amazing! It only hurt a bit at first, but now it's better than anything I've ever felt. Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me hard and deep!" Now about six inches of cock are buried in him, sliding in and out, glistening with lube. Doc's balls are swinging invitingly and I'd like to caress them, but again, I don't want to interfere with the world's most exciting arse fuck. "You love this, don't you?" Doc says roughly. "You little fucking slut! You're worse than your father, you dirty fucking faggot!" "Yeah, I love it! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fill me up with cum, you fucking brute!" "Your arse is so nice and tight, kiddo. I love young boy's with tight arses. I always fuck them like this!" His hips lunge and his cock goes in another inch. "Take that, you little cocksucker!" "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck me, this is so unbelieveably good! I love it, I love it!" I can hear Doc's breath coming in hard gasps and I'm sure he's close to his climax and I take my lips from my son's cock. "Fuck him!" I growl. "Fuck my little slutty son! Ram than nigga dick right up him! Oh, he loves it, he loves it!" I've never been so aroused in my life and I'm right on the edge of orgasm. Then Doc croaks, "I'm cumming! Here it cums! Aaaagh! Whooow!" A dozen hard deep lunges push his cock all the way into Tristan and at that moment, my son's cock explodes, firing a magnificent load of jism on to my face and at last my own orgasm fires off and Tristan immediately clamps his lips on my cock again, sucking hard to get every last drop. Doc slowly pulls his cock from my son's arse. It glistens with lube and cum. Just before my excitement fades, I take hold of it and put it in my mouth. Thanks to Tristan's enema, there's no nasty taste and I suck a generous amount of his cum from it. Then we break apart and lie on the bed, regaining our breath. Tristan is silent, lying with his head propped up on a pillow, a look of pure contentment on his face. "Did it hurt?" I ask him. "At first, yes, but once it was inside me, it was absolutely marvelous! Your cock is magnificent, Dad, but this was . . . there aren't any words. Thank you, Doc. You're a superb arse fucker." Doc smiles, appreciatively. "The pleasure was all mine, kiddo. You're the best! From now on I'm only gonna fuck teenage boys." "Aw, shit!" I say. "What about my next digital exam. Are you gonna leave me hanging?" "Bring your son. He can watch." "Awesome!" says Tristan, "but will I get a digital exam, too?" _______________________________________________________________ This is my son, eighteen years old. Now his education is complete. He's as totally gay as I am, perhaps even more so. Although he has lots of his class mates sleeping over, and God knows what they get up to behind the closed door of his bedroom, and although he goes over to Doc's house now and again, and although he likes to join me and my lovers in thrilling threesomes, at the end of the day, it's me he really loves. We still shower together, peeing on each other, spraying cum on each other's faces. I've been taking pictures and videos of him wanking, sucking, rimming, fucking and being fucked, with me and other boys and men, although most of them are too raunchy to be published on the internet, the only-just-legal ones have spread beyond our own website and we like to surf the net, cheering with delight when we find one of his pictures, always just on the edge of child porn. We both find that the idea of thousands of people looking at his lucious body and lascivious antics is utterly thrilling. Today is his eighteenth birthday. I've made a video of him sucking me off and getting a creamy facial. "Now you're of age," I tell him, "we can put this on the internet. No more worries about child porn. It'll all be adult porn now, completely legal." "Awesome!" His vocabulary still needs work. "One day you'll have a son of your own," I tell him. "Don't I have to fuck a girl first to get one?" A look of distaste crosses his face. "No. You can adopt a kid." His eyes light up. "From Africa! A little black boy with tall biological parents, who'll grow up to be really big, with an enormous . . ." "Yeah, yeah, we know. Now be a good boy and fuck me, okay?" The end.