Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2016 10:22:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Six  part 5

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-dozen

Almost all who replied included this one about a young father and his very
young son. Let me know if you like this fifth part and whether I should
continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply.

Julian
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PART 5

    My son wanted to give me a blow job. He asked me. It was thrilling to
hear those words from his lips. I was ready. Still, I couldn't take such a
big step without letting Carol know. The way things were going she'd
probably encourage it, would be turned on by it, and having her approval
would increase my pleasure .
    "Things are moving pretty fast, Kevin. I don't know. He's still my
little baby. Aren't you rushing things? But, if it's true he asked, and you
didn't suggest it..."
    The gleam in Carol's eye when I told her it was our kid's idea, the way
she passed the tip of her tongue over her lips (she always did that when
aroused), those things and more told me I could do it, I could put my cock
in her son's mouth. She think's I'm the pedophile in the family? Honey,
you're one too. That category isn't just reserved for men.
    The only question was, when? I wanted Luc to wait a bit, for him to be
sure. It was important to me. My pleasure in the act would be spoiled
otherwise. I was so proud, fatherly proud, that my son liked me, loved me
enough to put his pretty face between my legs, to suck my cock and taste my
cum.

    Opportunity for the event came on the weekend, when Carol went shopping
with her mother. I knew she'd be gone most of the day. I reminded Luc again
about "telling." I needed to reinforce that very strongly given how serious
things had become.
    That Saturday was unusually warm for early Spring so I got breakfast
dressed only in a loose pair of grey gym shorts with a sleeveless white `t'
above, also loose. Dressed that way I was lounging comfortably watching an
exhibition game when Luc showed up, naked.
     "Did you eat your cereal?" My loose shorts gapped open when I spread
my legs: his eyes quickly went to my cock, accompanied by his white toothed
grin. Luc reported proudly he ate it all, and drank all his juice too! Such
a good boy eager to please his daddy! His eyes stayed fixed on my cock
which now started to awaken quickly.
    "Would you like to eat something else?"
    "Huh?... no." That was unfair of me. Luc's still too innocent to catch
the double meaning.
     "Remember last time, when I sucked your... you know, cute dicky? What
did you say then, what you wanted to do? Remember?"
    His face brightened up: "That I wanted to do that to you!"
    "Come here."
    I positioned him standing between my open legs. "Well, you still want
to?..." With my rod now fully erect he nodded a determined `yes' and
grasped my hot cock. His daddy's dick was open territory for him now. He
didn't have to ask to see or touch it. The feeling was electric.
    "Have you done it yet? With any of your friends?..." His face became
vacant for a moment: I think he was choosing which answer to give. So as
not to loose the mood and to relax my son, I of my childhood experience
with blow jobs.
    "Really Dad? You mean you...boys...sucked each other back then too?" He
grasped my cock with both hands now and gave me one of his heart melting,
eyes sparkling looks. This sincere naiveté amused me which I hid so as
not to embarrass him. To better enjoy his soft hands I closed my eyes and
clasped my hands behind my head.
    Oh, sweet motherfucker! Why was this so much more exciting than with my
own sexy wife? What was propelling me toward this? Why did I want this so
much, and at his young age? I remember reading lines by Pascal, "The heart
has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing." Whatever, it wasn't
something I wasn't going to stop!
    "Yeah, honey, I did, I sucked. Boys did it then too! His name was
Tommy. So was Tommy. For a couple weeks we did it every day it felt so
good! You think you guys invented sex?" He smiled and squeezed my
dick. Luc's face registered surprise and awe at my confession. I wasn't
evasive and I think he appreciated that.
    Where was Tommy now? I thought. Here I was with my son about to play
the same suck game. Does Tommy have a son?
    I let Luc's hands play with me just as long as he wanted. At one point
the tv showed a father and son in the stands. "You don't know what you're
missing!" I silently told that father, a smug self satisfied grin on my
face.
    Eventually I slid out of the shorts, the scent my not-yet-washed groin
all warm and funky enveloped us: the scent of excited male sex. Luc once
again declared admiration for the size of his daddy's member and got closer
to it. With dreamy eyes I saw his pink soft lips so near it. I brushed it
against his soft cheek. I needed to hear dirty words from is virgin lips.
    "Tell me what you want to do Luc. Say it, honey."
    Now all bashful, he giggled: "Yooou knoooowww! Like, what the big kids
did at school. I told you!" A few more urgings from me, he spoke the words
I needed to hear: "Suck your cock."  Beautiful. I rubbed my hands up and
down his smooth blemish-free golden torso. My eyes had fix on his eyes,
feeling, that way, our two souls touching.
    "Yes, honey. That's what you're gonna do. Say for me, `Daddy, I want to
suck your big hard cock.'" He did.
    Oh yes sweet boy of mine, suck my cock: you will. You will lick it and
suck it, and suck it and lick it many, many times... and you'll make me so
happy each time. The mega pressure I felt under my balls was king sized. I
hunched up a tiny bit as a signal to start.
    Down went this beautiful head and his sweet mouth touched me. That
mouth, that tongue, the lips. Same mouth I spoon-fed when he sat in a high
chair all sloppy and dribbly and happy..
     "Just put the end in your mouth, Luc. Just that much now...be careful
of your teeth, son." He did, and I savored the feel and the sight. I
reached down and cupped the back of his head and we were joined, father and
son, so intimately, sexually, so lovingly. Primitive and pleasurable,
therefor forbidden.
    He held just a little of me in his mouth; then more. Then still more.
     "That's it champ, you got me...love daddy's cock...oh...baby...in your
mouth...!" I said many other things I can't remember now. Gently I placed
my hands at the sides of his head and moved very slightly in and out.
    Luc pushed down even more and then gagged. I felt the back of this
throat. He looked up at me with those sparkling eyes wet and wide! At that
moment I knew my boy had a future as a cocksucker! My cocksucker. So much
for us to look forward to!
    Carol. I would tell every detail to Carol: not only would it make her
excited and hot for the very thing in her son's mouth, but also reassure
her that I'd leave his little asshole alone. Now I could honestly tell her
I'd be content with his mouth—until he grew older.
    Luc put me back in his mouth and now, because he had the measure of
things, started sucking and licking like a champ. I couldn't last as long
as I wanted.
     "Luc, suck and lick the end for daddy!" I wanted to stay calm so as
not to scare him, but my orgasm was building fast.
    I held my dick at the base and squeezed hard! It grew larger. A
generous amount of my cum flooded into his small mouth. He gagged and spit
and gulped in surprise. A full adult sized orgasm. In his little virgin
mouth. What didn't slide down his throat dribbled around his mouth and onto
his hands, my cum: wet, warm, white and slimy. A good job. The feeling in
my balls was complete, almost painful. Empty.

    Luc didn't say much as we got cleaned up. Still, I could sense he was a
bit overwhelmed by the experience. "You made daddy feel so good," I
whispered. "Some day you'll do that in my mouth. I love you Luc, honey."
    I told him to brush his teeth if he didn't like the taste.
    "No, its ok..."
    He went off to get dressed.

    "Jesus, I wish I had been there," she said. My little darling wife
Carol is into this as much as I am. We were in bed with the lights out.
    "You can...I can set it up..."
    "I'll think about it. It could be cute to watch."
    "You don't have to just watch."
    "I love Luc, but not that way. His body, his dick, doesn't interest me
except he be healthy. I like a full-sized man cock for sex."
    "We'll see about that" was my smirky answer.
    I went to bed that night with visions of the three of us together naked
and fucking, visions of Carol sucking my cock while I sucked my son and
played with his asshole. That, and a lot more images lulled me to a
peaceful sleep.

    For the next few weeks Luc and I continued our sex play, and not always
at bedtime. When I returned from a two day business trip he ran full speed
to greet me at the door jumped into my arms. I scoop up his 40 pounds of
beauty and listened to his soft words next to my ear: "wash me there."
Those words had become our code for "let's play sex."
    Sometimes we did it in his bedroom, sometimes the bathroom, but always
just the two of us. If my wife was out Luc and I a few times played "wash
me" in the living room.
    Carol's half serious request to watch was on my mind for weeks. I, of
course, was ready, but again I had to consider Luc, his age and
privacy. The was no doubt that he and I had bonded, the question was would
he welcome her or feel intruded upon by his mother. There's no telling how
a kid so young will react. He wasn't the perfect child by any means and
could throw tantrums as well as the next. In a sense we had given him great
power over us that was like dynamite.
    Without actually asking I had to figure out a way to gauge his feeling
about having his mother watch us. Just the thought excited me greatly. Jack
and his family naked together was a model. Did it also lead to sex with
them? I hoped it did. Their seven year old boy always caught my eye every
time he was around.
    I asked Luc one day how much he liked Eric.
    "A lot."
    "Well, his mom and dad are nudists. You know what nudists is?"
    "Sure. They go around without clothes. I know that." Luc told me he
knew because Eric had told him. "But they don't do it when company is
over."
    "How about we, mommy and daddy and you...how about we try it? Would you
like that?"
    My son's eyes suddenly widened with excitement. "Yeah! Awesome. Eric
said they have beaches where everyone goes naked, no clothes and all, where
they play games and have contests..." He grabbed his cock through his
pants.
    Was he ready for the next step? I thought so.



Let me know if you liked this fifth part and whether I should
continue. What did you like? I will appreciate your comments and will
reply.

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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