Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 17:17:33 +0000 From: k0gnition@yahoo.com Subject: What Boys Are Made Of, Chapter 1 AUTHOR'S COMMENTS Please be cautioned that this is an erotic tale of a fictional relationship between father and his son. If you are offended by this content, please do not continue to read. If, on the other hand, that's right up your alley, keep reading! Even though this story is completely fictional, it was written with a certain sexy guy in mind-- one of the hottest guys I know. I'm hoping to act out this scene with him soon. This is my first submission to Nifty. After years of reading stories there, I wanted to contribute to the community. I hope that you enjoy this story and I welcome your comments and feedback. k0gnition@yahoo.com WHAT BOYS ARE MADE OF CHAPTER ONE It's late at night, and you are out drinking with buddies. I'm not sleeping well, having nightmares and am tossing and turning, since I'm in the house all alone. So, I decide to crawl into your bed so I feel safe until you get home. It's easy for me to fall asleep in your bed, the scent of you lingers on the sheets. I drift off thinking about you holding me and wishing for the day that you would kiss me and tell me what a good boy that I am and how much you love me. Suddenly, after a while of sound sleep in your big bed, I'm awoken to a sound in the house. It's the front door. Groggy and only vaguely aware of what is going on, my heavy eyes close once more. The next thing I know, another noise-- this time, the door to the bedroom opens. I'm rubbing my eyes, trying to see who it is, but all I can see is a silhouette of a tall, well-built man, shirtless, wearing nothing but jeans. It takes me a moment to realize that it's you, my Dad, the sexiest man I know, the man that created me. Even at 14 I'm starting to have intense feelings about you, not quite sure why but I know that I need you and that I want you to be part of me. The truth is that I've been in love with you my entire life, even though at my young age I might not know why I feel the way I do, every fiber of my body is driven to be next to you, touch you, to love you. You were there for my first steps, first words. You held me up on the bike I was learning to ride and were so proud of me when I could ride on my own. You were the one to take care of me when I was sick and hurt. Mom took off when I was little, I barely remember her. But, I remember you being there my entire life. And there you are right now, still standing in the doorway, just watching me. At first, you're surprised I'm in your bed, but it's a pleasant surprise. My eyes are adjusting to the light, and I can see you smiling. Leaving the lights off, you enter the room and close the door. It's almost completely dark, but I can hear you taking off your jeans and then kicking them over on the floor. I'm really nervous, I haven't seen you naked other than the few times I caught a glimpse of you in the shower. But, I have seen you with your shirt off a lot around the house and I find it hard not to stare at your sexy chest and arms. You are tall and have smooth skin, with just the right amount of chest hair to prove your potent manliness. You pull back the sheets and see that I'm curled up with a pillow, wearing nothing but my fire truck briefs. The tight fabric is especially taut across my little boy bubble butt, and is the only stitch of material that interrupts your view of my soft, smooth skin. Without saying anything, you get in bed with me, and leave the sheets halfway off. Not a word has been said, but we have been staring in each other's eyes the entire time. I have no idea what you are going to say, what the first words out of your mouth are gonna be. I want to stay here with you, especially now that you are home. I know I'll be safer here with you than alone in my room. At first, you are laying on your back. But, only after a moment, you turn to face me. You stare deeply into my eyes, then look me up and down a little bit to inspect me and make sure I'm ok. Slowly, you reach out to pet me on the back of the head, and it makes me purr like a kitten. "How's my beautiful boy?" you ask. Your softly spoken words pierce the silence of the room. "I'm better now that you're home, Dad." I respond. "What's my little boy doing in his Dad's bed?" "I was scared, all alone, and was having nightmares. I didn't want to sleep in my room." "Well that's ok son. I'm home now and you won't have to worry any more. Come here..." you say, and pull me closer to you. I can feel your tight, muscled arms wrapping around me, my favorite protective blanket. I nuzzle into your chest, moving my entire body next to yours. We can't get any closer in the bed, legs entwined, and your arms still around me, holding me. I look up at you, and you're watching over me, looking down at me. This is the best feeling in the world. I wish I had come tried to sleep with you sooner... I go back to nuzzling into your chest, my face cushioned with your manly chest hair, and I mumble out, "I've missed you, Dad." "Missed you too, son." We sit there in silence for a moment, then I feel your hand on the back of my head move towards my chin. You're pulling up on it so that I am looking at you. Then, you move towards me, your mouth slowly coming closer to mine, and I'm so excited and nervous about what you are going to do next. Then, it happens. You kiss me. At first, just once. Then you pull away a bit, look at me, then kiss me again. Each time, you kiss me a little longer. I start to kiss back each time, and the kisses become more passionate, more full. I love how your tongue feels in my mouth, even the taste of your spit as it starts to mix between us. I can't believe I'm having my first kiss tonight, I didn't know what to expect, and I never thought it would be with you. I had dreamt about this for ages, but now was actually experiencing it. Was I still dreaming? I pull away slowly and say to you, "I love you so much, Dad." You just respond with another kiss. Things are getting hotter between us, even more passionate. You're pulling me into you harder, one hand behind my head locking our mouths together as we kiss, and the other on my butt pulling me into you. I'm starting to become aware of your cock for the first time, pressing against mine. It's huge, and getting even bigger the more we kiss. I'm so desperate to see it, the tool that brought me into this world. You're completely naked in bed, but I still have my little boy briefs on. Aware of this, you move your hand into my briefs, feeling my smooth butt, moving your hands up and down my skin inside the briefs. Then, you pull them down my legs, and I wiggle and kick them off of me so that I'm as naked as you are. My boy cock is rock hard, just like yours, and we are grinding together. You reach back and play with my ass a little more, running your hands up and down my back and into the crease of my butt. It's making me feel so good, like I never thought I could possibly feel. You break our kiss, and we're panting and I'm back to nuzzling your chest. Then I heard you confess, "Mom was never here for me. She never loved me. Then she just left us. I'll never forgive her for that." I take a moment to think about what you just said. How much pain you must be in, how much she must have hurt you. You're such a stud, so big and tough... I never thought I would see you at such a vulnerable moment. "Fuck, what am I saying. I had too many drinks with the boys," you apologize. "Dad, I'm really sorry about what happened. I should have said something sooner, but I didn't know what to say. I know how much she hurt you, I can see it in how you walk around the house. But I want you to know that I love you, I love you more than anything in the world, and that I'm never going to leave you. I'm always going to be here for you, forever." I start to tear up as I pour out all of my emotions for you, and as I start to sniffle you pull me up into you and kiss me again. "You're the best thing a guy like me could hope for." I wipe my nose off, go back to kissing you, trying to calm down from the outpour of love I've just had for you. You caution me, "You need to stay away from bitches, they will never love you like I do. They'll never love you like I can." I see the look in your eyes, how calm and serious you are about protecting me from the hurt out there in the world. I truly know that I'll always be safe as long as I'm with you, and only you. The realization kicks in not only mentally, but something inside me is set ablaze. I lunge forward and am frantically kissing you, grabbing on to every part of you that I can, trying to squeeze myself into you if I can try. I'm telling you how much I love you while I'm trying to kiss you, but whatever is coming out of my mouth is barely understandable. You can clearly understand what I'm feeling for you as you are returning the emotions in how you kiss back, deeply, and passionately. I continue to wrap my legs around your strong body, pulling one up so it is over your chest. Your hard, throbbing cock is pushing around my legs, and slowly inching closer to my hole. While still facing me, you start thrusting into me, harder and harder each time. Then, you take my hand and guide it to your cock. Touching your cock for the first time is amazing. It's nice and big, with a giant mushroom head, and is already leaking precum. You take my finger and wipe it across the head of your cock, smearing the precum around, and then you bring my finger up to my mouth so that I can taste where I came from. "This is some of the juice that Dad made you with," you teach me. It tastes sweet, I can't get enough of it. In between your thrusts, I reach down to get more, but it's not enough. I start moving my head slowly down your chest, kissing you all over, while stroking and milking that big tool trying to get more of your precum. Then, as I reach my goal, I open my mouth and give the head of your cock a big lick, from the shaft all the way up to the head where the cum is coming out from. You let out a moan like nothing I've ever heard-- it's deep, primal. Lick after lick I'm sucking the precum out of you, getting your cock nice and wet using all of the spit and precum that I'm not managing to swallow. Your cock is nice and slippery, getting coated with the slimy mix of our fluids. You reach down and kiss me, and even though my mouth is dripping with spit and precum it makes you even hornier. I can tell you love the taste and are happy to add some of your own spit to the mix. Gently, you pull me away from you, and you look down on me. I can tell by the look on your face what you want to do next. Without saying a word, you are telling me to open my mouth, to get ready for you to give me something. Then, slowly, you open your mouth, and while looking down on me, you release some spit from your mouth. It's just a little at first, but I take all of it, savor it in my mouth, then swallow it. It's amazing. You taste so great, all of your juices, and I'm realizing how lucky I am that you want to share them with me. The next one is bigger than the first. Instead of just the spit in your mouth, I can hear you clearing your throat a little, trying to encourage more of to come out. This spit wad is nice and thick, a little frothy, and tastes even better. You can tell how excited I am to see it come out of your mouth... Like a rollercoaster slowing down as it goes up the chains and is just about to go over the top of the first hill, the spit grows and grows, then slows down, and all of a sudden drops into my open mouth. It's getting me so incredibly turned on. As you are sharing fluids with me, you are slowly repositioning me each time, until finally I'm laying on my back and you are over me. My solid statue of a man, my own Dad, who loves me more than anything else in the world, and who IS my world, is now completely covering me. My legs are wrapped around your back as we kiss, I'm squeezing tight to hold on. I can feel you thrusting, your hard cock leaving a trail of precum all around my legs getting closer and closer to my tight virgin boy hole. Every time you thrust, my own little boy cock is slapping against my belly. It feels like if it gets any harder it is going to burst! I reach down to try and start playing with my cock, I just have the urge to touch it to try and release the pressure. You quickly reach down and push my hand away from my cock. "You're too young to play with that, to know what to do with that. I don't want you to play with it just yet. When I think you're old enough, I'll show you what to do with it," you inform me. "I'm going to show you what Dads do to their sons only if they really love them, only if they are special boys. I'm gonna show you where boys come from," you tell me softly. And, without saying much more than that, you lean up, pulling my legs up to your shoulders. I can hear you spit a big wad into your hand, and then I see you wipe the spit all over your cock. Some of it gets on my butt, and when you are done rubbing it into your cock you spit even more onto my butt and start rubbing it in. I can feel you wiping it across my hole, which tickles a bit, but that makes me feel really good for some reason. There's so much spit on my hole that your fingers are effortlessly sliding around as you start to focus directly on my hole. One of your fingers starts to push in, just a little at first, then a little more. You stop to apply some more spit, and the finger goes in more easily. All while you're doing this, you haven't stopped staring me in the eyes. You're watching my every move, my every expression, to make sure you're not hurting me. I'm looking at you, my eyes filled with wonder at how good all of this feels. With one last spit wad on to your cock, you start to rub the big mushroom head towards my hole. I can feel you thrusting it around, it's getting closer to my hole each time. I'm making all sorts of little whimpering noises as the head of your cock makes contact with its target. You take one hand and cover my mouth gently, staring into me deeply and softly susshing me, telling me that it will be ok and for me to relax. With a small thrust, I can feel the huge head of your cock open up my hole for the first time. It's giant, I don't know how I'm going to take such a big cock. You let me rest for a moment, slowly moving the head in and out of my hole so that I can get used to your size. You look down and spit once again on your thick shaft so that it drips down into my hole to lube it up some more. Then, you push all the way inside me. The noise you make sounds like a lion roaring. Every inch you push deeper inside me, the growl gets louder and deeper from within you. Words can't describe how good this feels, I had no idea. Feeling your thick cock opening me up, sliding deeper inside me, it's unbelievable. I can feel every detail of your cock, and then you are in me all the way. I can feel your balls resting against my ass. That's when you pull out and surprise me by slamming all the way back inside me. It's too much for me, you are starting to pound me for all that I'm worth, like you couldn't wait to start fucking the hell out of me. Not too much warming up for you, you go right at it, drilling me deep, and I start to go lightheaded. I fade out a little bit, while moaning into your hand that still gently covers my mouth. When I come back to reality, you're covered in sweat, still fucking away at my hole. Beads of salty sweat are dripping off of you onto me, I'm leaning up and kissing you, holding on to you as tightly as I can. Your moaning is getting louder, I know something is about to happen. "Dad's a big shooter, Son. I'm gonna fill you up with my load, it's going to shoot so far up inside you that you're gonna be able to taste it!" Even though you've removed your hand from my mouth, all I can do to respond is moan even more. I somehow manage to mutter, "I love you so much Dad, this feels so good, I love being your boy." "Dad's going to show you how much he loves you, I'm gonna cum inside my little boy, inside the hole I made 14 years ago." Sweat is pouring off of you and onto me. The bed is already soaked from the intensity of our passionate love making, and we haven't even finished yet. Your moans are getting louder and louder, and your thrusts are somehow getting deeper and deeper. I think your cock is even growing thicker than it ever was before. I can feel the mushroom head of your cock getting bigger, acting like a plug to make sure that all of your Daddy cum stays deep inside me once you fill me up with it. The head of your cock is perfectly designed to make sure that all of your precious cum stays where it needs to in order to make sure that you have bred me, to make sure that you have marked me as your boy. "Fuck, I can't hold it anymore, gonna breed ur ass, Son!" One final scream from you, and one last giant thrust, and you are cumming inside me. You start jerking uncontrollably, like an animal breeding his bitch, and I can feel the jets of cum filling me up. Your cum is so warm and there is so much of it that it feels like I'm burning up on the inside. It's really going deep inside me, you are still pounding me and some of it is coming out of my hole, but most of it is staying deep inside me. The head of your cock is preventing the rest of it from escaping. I can feel you inside me, so super sensitive to every movement you are making now. Knowing that my Dad, the man that made me, has just shot the same load that made me 14 years ago deep inside me is incredible. It is what I have always wanted. You are so sexy, I'm looking up at you. Your big, masculine muscles are glistening with sweat, you are panting and still looking deep into my eyes, and you are slowing down and finally stopping thrusting into me. But, you leave your cock inside me as you move towards my side and lay down next to me, pulling me on my side. You give me a few small, exhausted kisses on the back of the head and on my shoulders as you come down off of your hormone rush. We are looking out the window together, and we drift off to sleep, father and son, connected forever.