Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2016 01:15:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: You Can...If You Want part 2 You Can...If You Want part 2 Let me know if you like this first part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Be sure to include the title of the story in the subject line. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or @tutanota Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adam, father, 32 Allen, younger brother of Adam, 30 Ethan, age 9, son of Adam As it happened my son popped in just as my brother removed his tongue from the delicious work it was doing on my butt. Not only that, but Ethan had another kid in tow behind him, a boy his age. Allen pretended to search for something under the sink as I struggled with my still damp Speedo. "Hey dad, this is Duane!...can he stay for supper?" I fumbled an affirmative answer aware my butt crack was peeking out the top of my suit. Then, throwing me a smile and wink, Allen emerged over the counter edge: "I'll set another place" he said calmly. If my son had a rival in the looks and body department Duane was it. Back home Ethan was an outstanding looker. In this upscale resort with kids from many different places he had company in the beauty department. His new friend was slender, naturally, an inch or two taller, with glowing skin the color of coffee-with-cream. I was quick to notice the boy's bone structure and muscle definition as perfectly suited for modeling. He was mixed race, black and white, and so fucking handsome: clear brown eyes, sensual lips, auburn hair in neat tight corn rows. Now for the good part: dressed in snug fitting mid-thigh knit shorts, his gams were magnificent. They made my tongue perspire to jump between them. What I could see of his ass was very promising, even more so than my son's. And a quick glance at his crotch showed a lump that made my hands itch and stilled my breath. Darling Ethan sure knows how to pick `em. "Hello, Duane!" I greeted, "welcome!...I saw you on the beach..." I tried not to sound so grownup formal, nevertheless he blushed so sweetly. Immediately I flashed: A new piece of ass; this kid could be made available if the right moves were applied carefully. You meet certain adults for the first time, there's an instant connection: you know they're available. You can't exactly put your finger on it, you just know. Rarely has it happened to me with a kid, but this time it did. I told Ethan to change out of his damp suit before sitting down. "C'mon!" he said to the new beauty, "come up with me." We watched two boy butts wiggle up the stairs. "After we eat we want to do the new game." Oh yes, do the new game indeed. Ethan's room was up in the loft over the living area. Allen and I remained in our beach outfit and waited impatiently. Despite the distance and the closed door we heard giggles and muffled sounds. "I'm growing hard" I told Allen flatly. He nodded and smiled. Then, after enough time had passed for six changes of attire Allen rose and said, "I'll go check..." "Better you change first." His spandex suit contained a much larger bulge than usual. During supper we learned a bit about Duane. His social habits accorded well with his beauty. Explaining his family to us, he sat relaxed but with a straight back, described the private school he attended, things he liked to do, spoken clearly in full sentences. His eyes were animated and hands made charming gestures at certain points. The general impression was a young kid who was already well aware of himself and the effect he had on others. I hoped some of that would rub off on my son. From where I sat I could glance between our guest's legs, delighted to see there a neat boy package, the three parts well displayed. Little Duane certainly made a favorable impression all ways. For dessert I had Ethan serve the ice cream, after which the two boys disappeared into his room. "I don't know how to get started." My brother and I had settled into the couch, not especially interested in the movie he chose. "You have to do something, give him something that'll make him sit up and take notice, that'll show him you got a special interest in him. I've seen this with boys I've hired...the way they respond, sort of like male bonding. Of course Ethan likes you, your his uncle, but he takes you for granted just because of that." "How do you do that with your boys?" "If I really want the kid I casually mention the Maserati. If they respond I offer them a ride. It doesn't always work...but enough times." "Shit Adam, youngest kid I fucked was 16 and it was so easy. He practically begged me for it. God! he was sweet. I don't know how to get going with a kid who just yesterday stopped sucking his thumb." "Well, at least he was sucking... Was that the kid I sent to you last year?" I was curious about the 16 year old. When Allen's agency needed a young boy to work with my brother on a sporting goods shoot I supplied the boy. The adolescent I sent was 16 and very desirable. Forget why I didn't make a play for him. Allen said it was the same kid. "You know how, I don't." "I said I wouldn't help, but what you have to do is something that'll really make him notice, that will knock him on his ass...just the position you want, right?" I told Allen he could think of something if he really tried. I wanted him to struggle a bit. My kid's ass was worth that much. "On his ass...that's where I want to be." At breakfast the next morning he mentioned a few things but they were too ordinary. Allen needed something uncommon. I heard a helicopter passing. A light bulb went off. "Take him on a helicopter ride!... What kid could resist that? take Duane too!... That'll seal the deal!" I started to get hard because I knew that would work. Allen's face lit up. He gave me a grope with his sock covered foot. There was a small heliport on the north end of the island for tourist traffic where one could arrange a sight seeing flight. How many kids his age get to ride in a helicopter? We looked up the price on the web. I volunteered to split the cost. As was the privilege of the young and beautiful, my son didn't get up until 11. His uncle did a credible job of proposing the idea which his nephew thought was the greatest thing since masturbation. I watched with envy as Ethan hugged my brother, watched his uncle draw him close, his hands on the boy's ass, kneading those cheeks, lifting and kneading, getting a good measure of their warmth and sexual promise. They stayed that way longer than was decent. The deal was done. Later, Ethan walked over to Duane's house to invite him into the plan and to stay with him. We had a few hours alone. My brother and I started to fool around, feeling for each other's hard cock, glad to make the best of the opportunity. We moved to the bedroom. Both of us were hot for brother sex. The tension of the trip, the beach, my son...his ass...his body. What we both wanted. And the little dude he brought for dinner... All that charged our balls and needed release. I went face down on the big bed. "Fuck me Allen. Fuck me like I'm Ethan, your nephew...you're hot for him: you want to fuck my little son...you put your large hot cock up his waiting ass...You fuckin' child molester!... I want it as much as you!!" Allen eased his dick into me slowly. He teased me first with the head, advancing, then pulling back. "Oh, uncle Allen...it feels sooo big! Oh, don't hurt me, please...please." He told me he would be very gentle, though he knew I'd been fucked before. Fucked more than once. When he entered and stayed there I repeated what my son said when I first sodomized him: "It hurts....its hurting me...please...let me suck you instead...oww...oh....fuck!...I'll suck you, daddy! I'll do it good." My brother and I continued like that for awhile. This was our first fuck in six months and we made the most of it. He took his dick out of my ass and forced me to suck it. "Is this what you did, Adam...Huh?" He was so hot now his voice was horse. "Did you force him to lick it after you had it up his small 9 year old pussy? Huh?" "Yes," I whimpered in my best plaintive little kid voice. Allen grunted his pleasure and demanded I answer his question several times over. I did a good job because my reward was a flood of his sweet kid brother sperm way up in me, warm and strong. If I was a girl he'd have made me pregnant. It felt like that. (Honest officer, I did not force my dick into my son's mouth after it had been in his ass. Honest, officer. He did it himself.) After his climax Allen recovered quickly and made himself ready for my needful cock. His pussy/ass was as willing and soft and hot as it ever was. Soon, with closed eyes, I was swimming in beautiful childhood memories: his tender smooth body and little pleading voice in our room together, even the smells of that room it as it was then came back to me. I was not gentle when I came. We slept. Ethan found us in bed together. -0- Let me know if you like this first part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Be sure to include the title of the story in the subject line. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or @tutanota Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: Nifty Stories Archive Donation