Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 21:49:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: When He Was Six part 4 Note: A short time ago I posted six story fragments and asked readers to pick one or several that I should develop fully. You can see the six here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-half-dozenAlmost all who replied included this one about a young father and his very young son. Let me know if you like this fourth part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com And most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html When He was Six part 4 He had two friends his age whose parents had naturally become our friends too. We had barbecues, parties, went to soccer practice, all the usual other stuff, together. One of the couples we liked best—they seemed relaxed and cool— had an attractive boy Luc saw often. From various broad hints by the kid's dad I surmised he and his wife didn't adhere to the usual views of sex. In their house I'd seen a photograph of them at camp which looked to me like a nudist resort. So when the father and I took the boys to the club pool I casually mentioned to the dad how nice it would be if the youngers could swim naked. It was the perfect cue for Jack to open up. They all three liked to be naked as much as possible outdoors and at home, and Carol and I should give it a try sometime. Their son Eric was a looker. Just "my type," said my wife. "Dad, read me a story?" Bedtime. I got out one Luc's favorites, about boy his age who rather than going to sleep likes to travel the universe in a space ship. Touching side-by-side we lay. Luc allowed no space between us, our bodies joined like magnets. My dick grew in small spurts acknowledging the warmth of his body. Our short history of close physical contact over sensitized me to his presence; sometimes, not even thinking sexually, I would respond when he was in the room. The past few weeks I had become acutely aware of closeness, supersensitive to his touch, no matter how apparently `innocent.' As I read the charming story my eyes were distracted by blanket movements on Luc's side, at his crotch. I hadn't even finished one page before both hands were busy under the covers. "Luc, ...you like this story... a lot?" "Unhuh." "Is that why you're playing with your, you know, `little man'...?" "What?" "Your penis...I guess is should say `cock' from now on." "It feels good." "Sure it does." "Jerking..." "Like I did last night...?" I put the book aside and placed my hand over his two busy ones, over his hard little spike, between his smooth little legs. I told him to let me do it, told him to spread his legs wide open so I could do it right. My own cock doubled up in size, not quite fully hard, lazily stretched over my thigh, angled toward my pretty young son. His left hand moved onto my thigh and I encouraged him to play with me. He took it firmly and explored, his fingers pushing and probing, first feather like then a hard grip, doing magical things through my white boxers. Here we are in his room, his favorite things scattered about, my cock seeming to also become a favorite thing for my little boy. His daddy's dick. He had his daddy's dick in his hand again tonight and this time was not shy or tentative. "That's it honey...make daddy feel..." My voice wobbled a little but I kept it as steady as I could when his fingers squeezed around the head very firmly. I cautioned him to be a little easier. All this was so new to him...he was learning how to take the measure of things...after all, his daddy's toy was different from other toys...had to be handled carefully. His other hand was still occupied with his own little member. "Oh, Luc honey, that feels nice...very nice." To underline that I let out a long sigh. His response was to rub around the top as he saw me do last night. I let out another long and deeper sigh. I gathered him closer so that his small body was half on mine. I kissed his sweet smelling hair, slipped out of my shorts, closed my eyes and spread my legs, letting him have as much access as he wanted. "It's big." He reminded me. Big? What was he thinking at that moment? Same as me? How it might fit in his mouth, his ass? His ass? Had he ever thought of that possibility? We embraced that way for a long time and once or twice he brought me to the brink. I moved my hand on to his little cock, same one that had held his favorite story book, that boosted him in the pool, the squeezed him goodbye at school. His penis was as hard as steel. I was fully erect too. Pictures and thoughts raced through my brain...his body, his smile, his laughter...his mouth sucking on an ice pop...his tender asshole. My fingers played circles on his dick while he sighed and cooed and whimpered with the pleasure I was giving. Now, I judged, was the time to do more. My other hand probed up into the crack of his ass, my middle finger, into the hot pink asshole I was becoming very fond of. Kissing Luc's head and shoulders and cool forehead many times, I moved my lips down his body slowly, very slowly, touched each nipple with the tip of my tongue. He giggled. I went slowly enough to give him time to protest, to make it obvious were my mouth would end up, but he did not reject with words or actions. In my arms he was limp and accepting and open. I licked wet warm paths around his soft belly several times, getting closer and closer to his "inny" button. More giggles and laughter. In one short hop I kissed the tip of his penis: my son's six years old boy part. So sweet. Luc was about to get a blow job from his father, something he would remember for the rest of his life. My eyes had closed but I felt him hunch up his hips a little, just a gentle invitation to start doing `it' and stop teasing him! He tasted a little salty, smelled a bit of urine, more of soap, with a faint hint of his little sweet asshole from my active finger. There was no stopping me now. Luc's balls were still small enough that I could slurp them up with his penis. I'm not sure if I should write `penis' or `cock" since a boy that young seems not yet to merit the cruder term. Whatever its name, it remained just a sweet. Don't tell me children so young can't have orgasms. They do. Luc had one, unmistakable. With my mouth on his cock and one finger deep in his ass, one arm around his torso I felt his body suddenly stiffen and shudder. My invading finger was clamped down upon. I gripped him tighter, listening to his grunts and sighs. That was an orgasm, no doubt about it. Sure, he didn't "cum." He will when nature takes it's course, and I hope to be there with my mouth to take his first spurt. In the meantime I was delighted to have provided this first dry one. Now stillness. I won't tell Carol about this. Or should I? Sucking him. His asshole eventually relaxed. My finger stayed there as his orgasm trailed off to a finish. I pushed in and out a few times. So hot. I embraced him. "What did that feel like?" I whispered to his ear, meaning the shivers, or whatever we should call it. Luc considered, then told me it felt "like sugar, too much sugar," He snuck a spoon full of the sweet stuff one time, he says, and that felt the same. The tingling in his stomach was like that first time we took him on that real big ferris wheel. And the shivers, like when he's too cold in the snow. "How does Daddy's finger feel up your butt?" He giggled. "Like I have to poop." Then he added, "nice." I felt him squeeze, the strength of his anal muscle very arousing me. I kept my finger-cock there until he was ready to show he'd has enough. We were so quiet. It was Sunday. The only sound reaching our ears was a lawn mower down the block, followed by the motor of a private plane. "Remember...I said about that boy who did that to the bigger kid at school? You know, in the boys room?" He meant a blow job. "Yes." "Can I do that to you?" "Me? You want to put MY thing in your mouth?" "Uh-huh." "Don't you dare fuck him. I told you that already. You're too big! He's too young! You'll hurt him and we'll wind up in the ER. And the cops will arrive before we know..." "I know, I know...ok. But its so damn tempting!" "You got to wait until he's 9 or 10 at least. And I'm not so sure about your finger too. You can still hurt him." "I promise to be very careful." "You better." Even though I would deny it to my wife I was turning into a pedophile. I examined every young boy I passed on the street, saw at the pool, or appeared on tv. My libido was readjusting itself from what it was taught to want, to what it really wanted. To put it in technical terms, my id was overcoming my ego. end part 4 Let me know if you like this fourth part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Julian Otero