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Let me tell you this briefly. I have a cottage far from town on a
small lake. We spend a lot of time there with my family during the
summer. We enjoy the holidays and many weekends in a log cabin with
three rooms, a large living room with a fireplace, and a combined
kitchen. The cottage is by no means luxurious. It is not a luxury villa; it
is practical and very comfortable as it is located on the
beach.
My wife and two sons use the cottage mainly, but sometimes we
also go there with friends. So we did it on the weekend when we made the
boys' trip. In addition to me and my sons, my co-worker Gerald and his
ten-year-old son Logan went on the trip. The wives and Gerald's daughter
were left in the city. My sons were nine and eleven at the time, so they
got along well for their age.
On Friday night, when we arrived at the cottage, we unpacked our
stuff, made the beds, and started enjoying the peace of nature. We grilled
some sausages and meat. The boys had lemonade, and we men had a few
beers. So every day, the usual hustle and bustle. The boys enjoyed the lake. Its
water was pleasantly warm, and the sun was shining too, so we had a
lovely time. However, we were pretty tired; the trip had been a long way we
decided to go to bed early.
My sons have their own common room in the cottage, my wife and I
also have one, and one bedroom is for guests. The boys' room is the only
room upstairs in the cabin with a gabled roof. The boys have their own
world there. Gerald's son, Logan, would have liked to spend the night
upstairs, but his father wasn't excited about the idea, so they went to
sleep in the guest room. I, of course, lay in my own bedroom and listened
to the house, which was now quite quiet after all that noise and joy.
I had drunk quite a few beers, and after a while, I had to get to
pee. Our cottage has a noisy toilet system from which water is
absorbed into the settling well. I didn't want to disturb others with a
noisy toilet, so I went out to do the thing. I walked around the corner and
noticed that there were still dim lights in the guest room. The curtain had
been left a little open, so I peeked inside without shame.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It took me a while to understand what I
saw. Gerald sat in the middle of the bed, and Logan sat on his lap. He held
his hand on his son's shoulder and kissed his forehead. They were in their
panties, neither had a shirt on, and I found it a little weird way
to give a good night's kisses. Gerald continued to kiss his son's forehead
until the boy raised his head, and their lips faced each other. It was no
small kiss. They ate each other's mouths, and I saw their tongues playing
wildly together.
Gerald pulled Logan tightly against his chest, and his hands slid on
the child's bare back. Logan had raised his hands on his father's forehead
and caressed his ears and neck hair. The father and son sat on the bed
and continued caressing and kissing each other. They lay on their sides
against each other, and I noticed Logan put his hand under his father's
underpants. Then, I saw how he started jerking off his father. Gerald turned to
lie on his back, and Logan dug his father's penis out of his
panties. Gerald's cock stood rock-hard as his son, a ten-year-old child,
bent down to suck him.
Gerald said something, but I couldn't hear it through the
window. He took off his undies at the same time as his son, and the boy sat
down next to his father on his side. Now he was in a position where his
father could suck his little dick while his son sucked him. I noticed I was
getting an erection. A huge boner. At the same time, I heard someone drag
their feet on a long lawn just around the corner.
We `boys' in the family used to pee outside, and now my 11-year-old
son Thomas had come to do his needs. He stepped out from around the corner
and saw me looking behind the window.
"Dad, what are you spying on?" he asked. There was no way I could
come up with any good reason why I stared in through the guest room window.
"No reason. I was just curious when I heard some sound. " I lied. Of
course, I didn't realize at the moment that I was wearing only undies that
couldn't cover my boner in any way. Thomas looked in front of my underpants
until I realized. However, he didn't mention anything about it. He walked
next to me, and since I was still bewildered by the revealed erection, I
couldn't stop the boy from peeking in through the window.
"Oh boy!" Thomas sighed as he looked into the room. I, too, glanced
again, and there the father and his son still gave each other oral
satisfaction. Thomas stayed to stare at what the duo was doing until he
apparently drew some conclusions as he glanced again at the front of my
boxers. Now, however, my erection had already eased, but it wasn't unclear
to my son that I was aroused by what I saw. I glanced at Thomas's undies
and noticed that he was aroused by that too. But, of course, I didn't mention it.
We stood speechless behind the window and watched my co-worker and
his son's romantic moment continue. We couldn't hear any sounds from behind
the window. Still, their expressions told us that they both enjoyed immensely
doing those things together.
Gerald had now moved to lie in front of his son and sucked on his
small but extremely stiff pecker. His hips rose and fell as Gerald jerked
his rod and sucked its tip. After a while, Gerald moistened his forefinger
with his drool and pushed it into his son's ass.
"Oh boy." Thomas sighed again. I heard how her breathing had become
faster and heavier. I looked at my son and tried to think I would never do
anything like that with my own kids, but that wasn't true. It had been true
ten minutes ago, but not anymore. I watched Thomas's bare back and slender
shoulder. There was a bulge in his undies, and as I watched it, I felt like
I began to harden again too. It felt bizarre and, at the same time, extremely
obscene and arousing to think I would do the same with Thomas
that Gerald did now with his son. By the time I was looking at my son's
half-naked body, Gerald had taken some lubricant and slowly pushed his dick
into his son's asshole.
Logan was on all fours. His was facing the window, but the gap in
the curtain was narrow, and it was dark outside, so they could not see us
from inside the room. Gerald put a pillow under his son's knees to get his
ass a little higher. He then aimed his cock back into the child's ass and
slowly pushed himself in. Gerald's hands were on Logan's shoulders,
and he pulled the boy toward him as he pushed into him.
Logan closed his eyes tightly with a slightly pained
expression. Gerald's cock wasn't from the biggest end, but naturally, the
child's anus was cramped for all the penises. We saw Gerald's organ
sink deeper and deeper until he had hidden his entire cock inside his
son. Then he started fucking his child slowly but clearly, very
enjoyably. The look on Logan's face told us about satisfaction and joy, and
he shoved his ass against his father's pushes. They swung at the same pace,
rhythmically as if dancing with each other.
I watched in fascination what the two were doing. Thomas continued
breathing heavily and stared as if hypnotized at the act of sex. I put my
hand on Thomas' shoulder for no real purpose. Thomas looked up and glanced
at me with a smile. I got scared; my intention wasn't to approach my child
erotically. So I convinced myself, but more likely, it was somehow
subconscious. Thomas's skin felt warm and silky. Then suddenly, everything
stopped. A bat flew toward the window, falling unconscious to the
ground. The bang was like a cannon shot at night. Thomas and I quickly ran
away. We sneaked into the cottage without making a sound. Thomas climbed
upstairs, and I went to my own room.
I was so horny that jerking off took only a couple of seconds until
I cum.
The following day we gathered to have breakfast. I fried eggs and
bacon while watching Gerald and Logan behave normally. Gerald spread
Nutella on the bread and gave it to his son. They sat next to each other
just like any father and son. If I hadn't known better, I never could have
imagined...
"Did you hear a big bang in the evening?" Gerald asked and
continued without waiting for an answer. "At first, I thought a branch of a
tree had broken that hit the window. But as I peeked out, I saw a bat that
shed half-unconscious on the ground. Hell, I got scared. "
"So did I." Logan continued.
"That sound woke you up?" I asked Logan; I don't know why I wanted
to ask, but I did.
"No, Dad and I were still awake," Logan replied, glancing at his
father.
"We read a moment before bed," Gerald added.
"I heard nothing. I think I was so tired of driving that I slept
like a log. " I said. "Did you hear it, boys?" I asked my sons.
"I didn't hear anything." Thomas replied and continued, "Did you
hear, Chris?" he asked my youngest.
"No, I didn't." Chris lied cleverly. "It would have been exciting
to see that bat. Is it still there? " Chris thought aloud.
"I went to see it in the morning, but it wasn't there
anymore. Maybe it flew away, or a wild beast ate it. " Gerald said, a mouth
full of bread.
I sat at the end of the table, chewing on the scrambled eggs and
watching the boy sitting opposite. Logan is a ten-year-old. Blond hair,
round nose. Pale skin that is not easily adhered to by tanning. There he
sat and ate bacon. And I couldn't help but think he was sitting in that
chair with his ass full of his father's semen. For some reason, the thought
didn't feel disgusting; it was kind of fascinating.
I turned my gaze to Thomas. My son. Eleven-year-old, athletic,
sinewy, approximately 4.6 ft (140 cm). Curious, kind, helpful, and
polite. Slightly reddish hair, so short that it rose up from the top. Army
style. Big green eyes. Small round ears. Slightly sharp but short nose,
topped with a few freckles. High cheekbones. Underneath the nose are a thin
upper lip and a somewhat thicker lower lip under it. I found myself
wondering what it would be like to suck it.
Chris drank milk, and a white mustache came under his nose. He was
like a smaller edition of Thomas. He had similar features but with sapphire eyes
and light brown hair that hadn't been cut relatively as short as his big
brother. He was about 4.3ft (130 cm) tall. He had no shirt, and his ribs
were visible under the skin. Both boys were skinny, but not in an unhealthy
way.
We made a croquet track in the yard. We competed in a few rounds
and let the boys win. We rowed on the lake and went to roast some
marshmallows on a nearby rocky island. We cooked dinner, and the boys swam
a lot and adventured in the woods. I chatted with Gerald about all sorts of
everyday things, avoiding work topics. We drank beer, but not so fast that
we would have gotten drunk.
I couldn't get rid of the idea that my friend was fucking his son,
and they both did it eagerly. Logan was only ten years old, but it could be
deduced from everything that their sexual relationship was not brand new. I
was wondering at what age it all started? How had it happened? What was the
first thing that eventually led to what I saw? I would've liked to
ask, but how can anyone ask such a question?
The day went by quickly, and soon came the evening. The air was
getting cool, and being outside was no longer pleasant. We played board
games at the cottage until it was time to go to bed. Gerald and Logan went
into the guest room again and closed the door. I waited fifteen minutes and
left to take a leak.
There was a small gap between the curtains again. Gerald and Logan
were lying side by side on the bed and looking at some magazines. They lay
their heads towards the window, so I could see what kind of magazine it
was. However, there wasn't much light, so I had to put my forehead on the
window to see properly. It was a porn magazine. Half a dozen
naked men were in the pictures, and they were doing all sorts of funny stuff to
each other. I noticed Gerald and his son caressing each other's genitals
while looking at the pictures.
After a moment, I noticed someone pushing himself between the cottage
wall and me. His head touched my chin, and I heard a whisper:
"Daddy, what's going on there?" The questioner wasn't Thomas but
Chris, and now Chris, stared through the curtain gap into the bedroom where
father and son were reading a porn magazine.
"Shh... What are you doing here? Go inside, or you freeze. " I
whispered. Chris didn't have a shirt, just undies.
"Tom said he had seen something here last night that I would never
believe to be true. But he refused to share what he had seen. When Tom fell
asleep, I decided to see what it could be. Something is happening
here; otherwise, you wouldn't be here. " Chris concluded, and he was
absolutely right.
Now the duo had put the magazine away, and Logan had risen to lay
on his father. They wore nothing but underpants, and Logan spun his
hips over his father's lap so that their dicks caressed each other.
Gerald laid his hand on Logan's back and began to fondle him. He
let his hand run along his son's body as they kissed the wet French
kisses. Finally, Gerald pushed his hand under the boy's undies and squeezed his
buttocks. Chris stared in, quoting his big brother's words from last night:
"Oh boy."
I knew I should take Chris away from watching. But some damn thing
in me enjoyed the idea that he could see what was happening. Now Gerald was
lying on his back, and his son was lying in front of him on his
stomach. Logan held his father's cock with his left hand and kissed its
rod. The cock stood stiff, and its tip was almost purple. Logan licked and
kissed it. He began jerking the cock and took half of it into his mouth.
"Oh boy." There was a sigh under my chin again. And like his big
brother, Chris breathed heavily, and I knew he was excited by what he
saw. My cock had stiffened between Chris's back and my lower abdomen. I was
pretty sure Chris would ignore it. I moved my hips slowly
against him. I knew that; basically, I was using my own child as a sex
object, but in that situation, it was hard to think of anything clearly.
Logan continued to suck and jerk off his father's cock. Gerald's
hips began to make a pumping motion. He grabbed his son's head and gave him
a pace. Gerald's back arched, his mouth opened, and it looked like he was in
great pain. Then a white liquid plunged out of his cockhead high into the
air. Logan licked and swallowed it. His father squirmed on the bed as the
orgasm shook his body. Finally, when the situation finally calmed down,
Logan's face was covered in semen; it shone dimly and flowed
down like a slimy yarn from his chin. Gerald's cock began to loosen in the
boy's grip, and then he licked the last drops until he rose higher and
kissed his father with his sticky lips.
I grabbed Chris by the hand and started sneaking toward the front
door of the cottage.
"What was it that flew out of Gerald's weenie?" Chris asked
innocently curiously.
"I can tell you about it sometime later, but now it's too
late. It's uneasy to explain. " I answered.
"Gerald and Logan really like each other. They seemed to be having
a really nice time. "
"Yes. Indeed they had a really nice time. Don't tell Logan what you
saw unless he starts talking about it himself. Ok?
"Sure, daddy."
"Now climb upstairs and go to sleep."
Chris began climbing the stairs. I watched his fading back and
wonder how gorgeous little buttocks he had.
Part 2
The following day was the same as the previous one. Gerald and Logan were
acting quite naturally. My sons had also been able to behave themselves
and hadn't raised the matter. I thought it was most likely not
discussed among the boys, either. We had breakfast, and we played in the
yard. Gerald and I cut billets for the fireplace. I looked at my friend and
found it hard to believe he was the same man I had seen squirting his
cum into his son's face. Again, I would have liked to ask a fistful of
questions, but I didn't know how to start discussing such a thing.
"Logan is a nice boy," I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
"Yes, he is. He's a little shy, but once you get to know him, you can
definitely find energy in him." Gerald replied, placing the ax next to his
leg. He took a big gulp of mineral water and continued;
"Always been daddy's boy." He's been an easy child, unlike our
daughter. The girl is as stubborn as a donkey. She tells the world
everything and doesn't know how to keep anything to herself. Logan is
different. He has always thought it is fun to keep some secrets from other
people."
"Really? What kind of secrets does he like to keep?" I asked, thinking I
could squeeze out some information about their relationship.
"Heh. I can't tell you; it wouldn't be a secret then."
"I understand, of course," I said, slightly disappointed.
"The boy and I have a common secret, which we have agreed to never tell
anyone about," Gerald said, half whispering. I started to get excited.
"You robbed a bank?" I said with a chuckle.
"It would be great for me to talk to someone about it, but as
said... what's promised is promised. Gerald placed another log in front of
him and grabbed the ax. I took a deep breath and started chopping wood
too. In the afternoon, we said goodbye to the cottage and set off for
home. The trip went as usual. The boys were in the back seat as
before. Gerald was talking quite normally; you couldn't tell from anything
that father and son had something special together.
The following week I finally fulfilled my long-time dream and bought a
motorcycle. The brand-new Honda Rebel 1100. A matte black devil with a look
that exudes power and credibility. Technology has developed tremendously
since the last time I owned a bike. Now there was a lot of digital stuff
that you really had to learn. I rode the bike home from the shop a few
miles in a detour and decided to ride a little longer stint the next day.
In the morning, I pushed the bike out of the garage. It didn't shine in the
sunlight; its paint absorbed all the light. I put the engine running, and
its low rumble sounded just as awesome as it should. When I was finally
about to leave, Thomas came to me with his helmet in his hand and asked to
go with me. Of course, it was fine with me. The boys had been arguing over
who would get on the first ride. Apparently, he had managed to bribe his
little brother with something because there was no argument.
We drove through the city, the low growl of the engine echoing off the
walls of the houses, and then turned onto small roads. The bike's fat rear
tire raised a thick cloud of dust on the dirt road. Winding narrow roads
and a hot summer day, what a perfect combination for a biker. We drove to a
gas station to buy a drink and a few egg and cheese rolls, then we drove to
a small stream to eat and drink.
We sat behind a large rock. The gentle wind was waving the leaves of the
trees, and the brook's burbling was the only sound that could be heard. We
leaned on the rock and enjoyed the summer. Then Thomas started to ask about
the things we saw on the weekend.
"Dad. I've been thinking about what we saw when Logan and his father
were... Umm... What they did... together." Thomas started stuttering.
"Yeah, that was definitely something I didn't expect to see," I replied and
wondered why we were talking about this now.
"I know that... that thing they did isn't acceptable, but..." Thomas spoke,
looking at his toes, clearly trying to find the right words.
"But?"
"But it seemed to me that they both liked it. And it didn't seem like it
was the first time they did it. Is it then wrong if both of them want and
like it?"
"The law is strict in these matters, and it doesn't consider different
situations. It seemed to me that they were really having a
good time. It's hard for me to judge them if they've decided to do that
together." So I told him, and I really meant what I said.
"I wonder how it all started."
"It's hard to know. But I would think that at first, with small touches,
maybe hugs and then kisses. Maybe the other has once kissed a little
bolder. Perhaps the touches have gained a new meaning. Maybe their hands
have gone to private places by accident or to test the other's reaction. I
really don't know how it is in reality."
I sipped the root beer and looked at my son, who was still staring
at his toes. Then, I put my hand on the boy's thigh and gently squeezed a
couple of times, purely fatherly.
"Somehow like that?" Thomas asked, glancing at me quickly with a shy smile
on his lips. He raised his bottom and moved closer so that our hips were
touching. I shouldn't have left my hand on it. I had only intended the
squeeze to be some kind of good gesture.
"It could be so. Tom, I didn't mean to..." I managed to say as he reached
up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he sat back down beside
me. My hand was still on his thigh. The situation began to take on an entirely
new temper.
"Why? What are you sorry for?"
"The recent one." Thomas was wearing tight thigh-length shorts, a bit like
biker shorts, but black. I noticed that the front of his shorts was
bulging. I didn't plan anything and didn't even realize it until I did it;
I bent down towards him, put my hand under his chin, and lifted his
head. Then I kissed his red mouth softly. I didn't pull away; I stayed
there, pressing my lips against his. I waited for a second. Then another
second. He didn't break the kiss. Neither did I, and I didn't understand
myself at that moment. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't wish to not do
it either. It felt like I was being driven by autopilot.
I moistened my lips with my tongue and, at the same time, licked his lips a
little too. We were silent in our places, mouths against each other,
motionless. I had never been so close to my son's face. I looked straight
into his blue eyes, and he looked at me. Neither wanted to pull away. I wet
my lips again and, this time pushed my tongue a little further between
Thomas's lips. I paused momentarily and then stuck the tip of my
tongue between my son's upper lip and front teeth.
I felt Thomas's tongue gently touch mine, and I began to swirl my tongue
around the tip of his tongue. Thomas quickly understood the game's plot,
and soon we were kissing each other deliciously juicy. I sucked his
lips, and he sucked mine. I moved my hand on his neck and the back of his
head, and he did the same to me. A stubble of my week-long hair rustled at
his touch.
After a while, the tires were crunching on the dirt road. We heard the
talk. A man and a woman rode toward us on bicycles. We stopped kissing. We
looked at each other, our foreheads against each other. Thomas looked me in
the eyes and started to snicker. They didn't see us from the road. A couple
drove by, complimenting my bike. We listened as the sounds slowly
disappeared behind the bend.
"I don't know what to say," I said to Thomas when the couple had gone.
"You didn't like that?" Thomas asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Yes, yes, I liked it. I liked it too much, maybe. But I shouldn't..." my
sentence turned into a mumble as Thomas stuck his tongue in my mouth. We
continued to kiss passionately in the middle of the most beautiful
nature. A fly buzzed past my ear, and water ran in a stream; its sound was
soothing. A bird sang somewhere, and soon the other joined in its
song. From behind the rock came the quiet click of a motorcycle engine
cooling down, and I was kissing and caressing my own son in the midst of it
all.
I caressed the boy's thigh and moved my hand slowly toward a strategically
important spot. I thought I would eventually pass the point of no
return to a typical father-son relationship. The fabric of the shorts was
thin and slick. I pressed my hand over the bulge in front of them and
squeezed. My son's dick felt small but hard. I moved it under the pants, so
the tip pointed toward the navel. That way, I could touch the
entire length of its shaft. It felt like I was still on autopilot. An
11-year-old boy, my own son, as a sex partner. I couldn't feel anything but
joy and arousal.
I rolled my thumb over the glans under the fabric. The boy's dick was
throbbing to the rhythm of his heart. That pace was fierce. We were still
kissing, and Thomas was moaning into my mouth. I could feel his hand moving
up my thigh on the way to my crotch. My cock was steel hard and stiff in my
pants against my thigh. Thomas' fingers found what they were looking for,
and I noticed how the boy was apparently startled by the size of my
cock. Beneath the fabric, the boy felt the throbbing tool in his fingers,
the one with which he, too, had been made.
"It feels great." The boy whispered against my mouth while squeezing my
cock.
"Is that so?" I answered. It sounded silly, but I couldn't think of
anything else.
"It's terribly big."
"Is it?" I continued with my stupid comments.
"Uh-huh," Thomas mumbled and continued eating my mouth.
I squeezed my son's dick tighter and continued to rub it. Only a thin cloth
separated my hand and his penis. Thomas started moving his hips faster and
faster. Then I felt how his little organ started to throb intensely. He
panted loudly against my mouth. The fabric of his shorts got a little
damp. I wasn't sure if it was pre-cum or if it was semen. Whatever it was,
there wasn't much of it.
"Daddy. Daddy!" Thomas stammered into my lips. "Aahhh, YES! Oh, fuuck, yes! I
understood those words, but he mumbled a lot more that I couldn't make any
sense of. Finally, his orgasm took over, and he laid his head against my
shoulder, sobbing. "I'm sorry, dad."
"For what?" I asked again, surprised.
"I said a bad word. The F word." I started laughing. The F word. As if that
was the naughty thing about everything we just did.
"For what?" I asked again, surprised.
"I said a bad word. The F word." I started laughing. The F word. As if that
was the naughtiest thing of all.
"Never mind that. How do you feel now?" I changed the subject.
"It was so amazing! Now I understand why Logan was so happy with his dad."
I had taken a big step into the unknown with my son. Just a week ago, I
couldn't have imagined anything like this. I pulled Thomas into a tight hug
and kissed his face gently.
"Let's go home," I said at the end of a long silence.
"But. Don't you want anything?"
"I definitely want to, but so that we have a lot of time and a quiet
place." we smiled at each other with exact understanding.
Part 3
At night, I lay next to my wife and listened to her steady breathing while she slept.
Then, I went over in my mind the events that I experienced with Thomas in the
afternoon. I tried to find a sense of guilt in myself, but instead, I found myself
getting aroused thinking about how my son orgasmed while I was handling him.
He was a passionate kisser, and I felt great that I was the one with whom he had
his first kiss.
I wondered what would happen next or if anything would happen. I squeezed my
stiff cock as I imagined Thomas and me making passionate love. I did realize that
what had happened, and what might happen, wasn't legal and, according to many,
morally correct. But I couldn't find any reasonable argument for why I can't enjoy
my time with my child. In a way that both of us like and that gives satisfaction.
My wife turned in her sleep, and I thought about what a fine son she had raised.
The whole family sat at the same table for breakfast. The boys ate cereal, and my
wife and I made some sandwiches. Thomas sat across from me and smiled at me
the whole time. It didn't go unnoticed by my wife.
"You must have had a great adventure yesterday on the motorcycle trip; Thomas
won't stop smiling at you. Have you promised something that hasn't been talked
about?" My wife asked.
"Hmm… We had a great time. Of course, something was promised, but nothing to
be overly curious about." I said, trying to sound cryptic.
"What have you promised Thomas? I want it too!" Chris announced demandingly.
He looked at me, scared, glanced at his brother, and started laughing.
"You certainly don't want to know what father promised, and besides, you don't
even want it," Thomas said teasingly.
"Stop the bickering! Now tell me what you've promised; we don't keep secrets,
remember?" My wife said to me, interrupting the boys' developing argument.
I was left thinking about what I could have promised. There's no way I could tell
what I actually promised to Thomas.
"Tell me!" Chris said in a demanding voice. I had to figure something out fast.
"Alright. I told Thomas I could take an extra day off work, and we would go on a
bike trip to the cottage. We would leave tomorrow morning and come back in the
evening."
"Isn't it an awfully long way to drive there just for fun?" My wife asked.
"Motorbikes are mostly ridden for fun; that's why I bought it." I justified my thought.
"Unfair!" Chris shouted. "Thomas got a ride yesterday, and tomorrow you're going
with him again."
"Undeniably, it's not quite fair. But how would it sound if the two of us drove
somewhere on the weekend and stayed in a motel for the night?" I asked.
"Yippee!" Chris cried out and rushed to hug me.
On Tuesday morning, we sat again, as usual, enjoying breakfast. The sun was
already shining high in the sky, and the day was getting warm. I had only packed
a small backpack, the trip would only last a day, and we would be home by evening.
Thomas wore black jogging pants with three white stripes on the seam. I also asked
him to get a thin coat because otherwise, the sun would burn his skin since we
would be outside almost all day.
Finally, I pressed start, and the engine hummed with a low growl. Thomas put his
arm around my waist, and the journey began. We could talk while driving thanks to
the Bluetooth devices in the helmets.
"What do you say if we don't drive to the cabin?" I asked.
"What do you mean? Where, then?" He was amazed.
"I thought if we drove some small dirt roads and saw where they lead? Then, if we
drive up the river, we might find a nice place to swim."
"I don't have swimming trunks."
"Neither do I, and we don't need those; let's go somewhere where there are no
others."
I was pretty sure that he sensed that I had some thoughts about the swimming trip.
I felt him press closer to me. After a while, his hand started moving over my stomach,
and he pressed his head against my back. We stopped at a supermarket and did the
necessary shopping; drinks, snacks, and ice creams that we ate on a park bench before
continuing our journey.
"Did you buy soap?" Thomas asked as we continued our journey again.
"No, how so?" I answered.
"Then what was it, something that looked like a soap or shampoo bottle?"
"Oh, that? It was just another thing I had to buy; it's unrelated to this."
"Alright." He was satisfied with my answer.
We had already driven on small dirt roads for an hour and a half. We hadn't seen a
single car or person.
The road curved gently to the right, and the river remained on its left. There was an
old hay barn by the side of the road, and its door was hanging only by its top hinge.
I rode the bike slowly through the tall grass to the other side of the barn, where it
wouldn't be visible to the road. The place wasn't strange for me. I had spent my
childhood summers in these same neighborhoods; the barn belonged to my late
grandparents' neighbors.
We got off the bike and stretched our limbs. The barn looked precisely the same as
it did years ago. I stepped in through the half-hanging door. The sunlight shone
through between the logs, creating the illusion that there was fog in the barn.
There was no hay in the barn anymore, only a sandy floor. Thomas looked at the
ceiling and at the loft that rose high. No more ladders were leading up there, and it
certainly wouldn't have been safe to go there. I threw the backpack on the barn
floor and began to take off my clothes.
"Swimming, right?" I asked as I kicked my boots off.
"Yup. And right away." He replied, throwing his jacket away. Do we have any towels?" He asked.
"No, we don't need those; the summer and sun dry us out." I pulled my panties off
and was completely naked. Thomas looked at me in astonishment.
"So, are we going to swim naked? You don't even wear underwear?"
"Who sees us here? And if someone does, then what?" Thomas moved his gaze
from my face below the navel and stayed staring at my cock. "So, shall we go?"
I asked. He looked back up at me, a little embarrassed, and took off his underwear.
Now it was my turn to stare. Thomas' small penis hung slightly curled up. The round
balls were tight behind it; they didn't hang. He had no pubic hair at all; he was
completely bald, like porcelain.
"Let's go," I said, nudging Thomas on the shoulder. I started running along a
familiar route towards the river bank. It was only a short distance from the barn.
The river's water flowed majestically slowly, shimmering as the sun reflected off it.
The river bank was gravel, and it deepened quickly. I dived into the water and made
a couple of swimming moves; my legs no longer reached the bottom. Thomas tried
the water with his toe; apparently, he was afraid it would be cold. Finally, he, too,
dived into the water.
We floated in the water, looking at the clouds passing above us. Thomas' penis rose
and fell on the water's surface as he stayed afloat. While watching it, I started to get
an erection and decided to dive a little deeper. I knew where I wanted everything to
go and was thinking about how to get it started. After a while, I sat on a rock just a
little above the water's surface. Thomas also came to the shore and stood in front
of me. His skin was goosebumps, and his nipples were dark red and hardened from
the cool water.
"Come here," I said. He waded in front of me, looking like he was freezing.
I grabbed his waist with both hands and pulled him closer. He got between my legs,
and our faces were the same height. I looked into his eyes, and he looked at me.
We didn't speak; we just looked at each other. I lowered my hands and squeezed
his buttocks with both hands. They were as tight as volleyballs. We didn't speak; we
just looked at each other. I lowered my hands and squeezed his buttocks with both
hands. They were tight, like volleyballs.
"Can daddy have a kiss?" I asked.
Thomas leaned forward and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he pressed his
soft lips to mine, and we gave each other tender smooches. I pulled the boy tighter
against me. My cock was as stiff as an iron bar, and when our hips pressed against
each other, I felt Thomas' hardness against mine. The boy made small
back-and-forth movements with his hips against my penis. Our kisses became more
passionate. We licked each other's mouths; my son had become a great kisser.
Thomas shivered.
"Are you cold?" I asked the trembling boy.
"Uh-huh." He answered without taking his mouth off mine.
"It's warm in the barn; let's go there," I said, taking my son's hand. So we walked a
short distance hand in hand, naked. Cocks stiffened with excitement.
I took the blanket I had packed in the backpack and spread it in the middle of the
barn. The wind slowly moved the broken door, and a creaking sound came from its
rusty hinge. Thomas settled on the blanket and rested on his elbows, semi-lying.
I knelt in front of him and took hold of his cock with my fingers. I pulled the foreskin
back, and it moved smoothly. The boy's member was about the length of a middle
finger but thicker, and a drop of shiny liquid was oozing from the opening at the tip.
This is wonderful," I said, looking at my son's penis. "I wonder how it tastes."
"Hahaha," He chuckled nervously. I leaned forward and licked a salty drop off the
tip of his dick.
"Ohhh." He groaned as I took the tip of his penis between my lips and began to
swirl my tongue around it. I pulled the foreskin behind and slid my mouth along its
short shaft. I didn't have time for more as his cock had already started throbbing in
my mouth. I pressed my lips tighter and made quick back-and-forth movements,
fucking his cock with my mouth. Intense pulses sent a hot liquid into my mouth,
which I realized was semen. There wasn't much of it, but I tasted
it with enthusiasm.
After his orgasm, Thomas lay half unconscious on the blanket. His dick was
showing no signs of softening. A small amount of cum still poured from its head,
and I licked and sucked it clean.
"Dad," Thomas whispered.
"Yes, son," I answered and waited for what he wanted to say. However, a long
moment passed, and he didn't continue.
"You tasted it… you ate it…"
"Your sperm? Of course, and it tasted absolutely wonderful." I settled on my side
to lay next to him. My stiff cock pressed against his knee. Suddenly the boy sat up
and pushed me to my back. He got between my legs and sat cross-legged.
He looked at my cock, the tip of it pointed towards my navel. He placed his inde
finger on the tip and slowly moved it down. He run a finger under the balls and back
up from there. Then he grasped it with a bold grip.
Part 4
Thomas began moving his hand up and down, curiously as if experimenting.
The tip of my cock glistened in the dim light of the barn, pre-cum flowed like a clear
stream onto the boy's fingers. He swiped it with his thumb and licked the sticky
liquid with his tongue.
"Nice." He said and looked at me with a smile.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," Thomas said and leaned over.
He kissed the tip of my cock, and a slimy strip of pre-cum hung between my cock
and his lips as he looked up at me. Then he started licking my glans as if instead of
my cock he had a popsicle. Slight electric shocks shook my body as he focused on
my most sensitive spot. My wife could never give me such a strong erotic charge.
Thomas played with my organ for a while until he closed his eyes. And for the first
time in his life, he sucked the cock into his sweet young mouth.
Thomas started moving my cock in and out of his mouth. I watched as his
lips pressed around it, and his saliva made it glisten wet. His eyes closed as his
cheeks constricted with each inward suction.
"Is this good?" He asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Yes, go on, don't stop. You're doing it well." I noticed my voice shaking. I could
see saliva running down Thomas' chin and hear a slurping sound as he sucked my
cock into his mouth again. I moaned loudly as Thomas slid my cock into his hot
mouth. He sucked and licked its swollen nub for a moment or two. Then his tightly
wrapped lips slowly slid down my steel-hard shaft until his nose buried in my pubic
hair. I'm almost there, I sighed.
The thought of my firstborn sucking the juices from my bags was intoxicatingl
exciting. But I wanted more; I wanted to experience that first orgasm with my son
in intercourse; I wanted to put my seed deep inside him. So I pulled away from my
son's delicious treatment and pulled him to me. He lay on my chest with a
questioning look.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, and I could hear the disappointment in
his voice.
"No, absolutely not! On the contrary, you were excellent." I said and gave him a
kiss. We kissed again for a moment and caressed each other's skin. "I have
something more in mind." I pulled the backpack closer and dumped its contents
onto the sand. The cola cans began rolling further away, but I had a different thirst
now. There were now a few sandwiches on the floor and a tube that Thomas had
mistaken for soap. I took it in my hand and twisted it open.
"What's that bottle?" Thomas asked in amazement.
"Thomas. We have done all kinds of fun together, but there's much more we
could still do." I started to explain." You're already eleven, so you've probably
heard of lovemaking? Although among boys, we can, of course, say fucking."
"Umm. Yes, I guess I am." Thomas said, feeling ashamed to admit he knew.
"You wanna fuck me?"
"I'd like nothing more than to fuck you, son, and that's what it takes. It lubricates
and makes sex comfortable. Thomas's face turned red, and to my surprise, he
looked at me shyly. "You know what I mean?" I asked. Thomas was silent for a
moment; he was clearly thinking about what all he would dare to say he knew.
"I know what it is. I have watched those videos online. Those that are forbidden to
children. It seemed crazy that, at this point, Thomas should've been ashamed of
such a thing.
"Have you seen gay porn?" Thomas looked even more embarrassed.
"Yes, I have."
I didn't ask more; I knew that Thomas was clearly aware enough of what
the two guys could do to each other. I turned the boy over to lie on his back on the
blanket and got on my knees between his legs. I grabbed his knees and slowly
moved them up and apart; I had been dreaming about that view, his sweet little
asshole exposed under the sacks. It felt like it was the most significant thing I do on
this earth. I slid the tip of my tongue over its tightness. I licked its opening in one
long wet motion and then began to thrust my tongue into his tight sweet depths.
My tongue didn't sink deep into the tight opening. Instead, I could feel the
squeeze of the asshole on the tip of my tongue. He tasted clean, just like lake
water. I could hear how heavily he was breathing. I could feel every movement
of his slim hips. My senses had gone crazy. His tight little balls rose and fell along
the bridge of my nose as I licked my child's ass. Nothing felt more right at that
moment. I gently sucked the other testicle into my mouth and rolled my tongue
around it until I lowered myself back down to feast on his ass.
I put my hand on his stomach as I sat on my knees. His eyes were closed as he
surrendered to me, to his father. I felt an unimaginable lust when I looked at him.
He pulled his knees up to his chest and lifted his ass like it was on a tray in front of
me. I lubricated my cock with lube and rubbed it in his anus as well. I began to roll
the tip of my cock against the now very slippery, puckered circle of his anus.
I wish I could perfectly describe the intense feelings of pleasure at that moment.
However, words cannot express how good it really felt.
His sphincter didn't want to give in, so I pushed a little harder. His eyes
widened as he felt the pressure on his ass. Thomas looked down to see a grown
cock penetrating his virgin hole. I held onto his thighs as I tried to sink my
manhood into him. I could feel his ass opening under pressure. My cock knob
suddenly slipped into his hole, and we both moaned simultaneously.
Again, words can hardly describe the erotic feeling when an
eleven-year-old boy's Butthole is squeezed tightly around a stiff cock. Especially
when he wants cock in his ass as much as you want to put it there. I looked down
to see the head of my cock hidden from view as it was thrust into Thomas' ass.
I don't have a huge cock, but seeing it sinking into my kid's little ass made it look
huge. That erotic sight raised my arousal to an even higher level, if that was even
possible. I watched as I slowly pushed more and more of my cock into the very
tight opening.
"We're doing good, boy. You have a lovely tight ass, a real dick treat; if you relax,
your butt opens up to let it in. Then it doesn't hurt; it just feels big." I explained,
my voice shaking. I wanted to encourage the boy.
Thomas grunted when I was back to the same depth, then wiggled his bottom
and dropped his head back down. I could feel him trying hard to relax his butt
ring. As he did so, my cock slipped much deeper, surprising him. I looked down
and noticed I was already half inside the boy.
"OK?" I asked silently, moving my lips; Thomas replied with a nod. The anus
slowly but surely gave way, and finally, I could start fucking him with long,
pleasurable movements. It felt just too good to be true. I really fucked my own
son in the scenery of my childhood. Thomas moved his legs over my shoulders,
and he clearly began enjoying the cock moving inside him.
"Ahh, wonderful, father. It tickles sweetly from some strange place." The boy
sighed.
I looked up at the ceiling and saw two short pieces of rope. I remembered how
my friend Gavin and I had made lianas and played Tarzan on rainy days. Rumor
had it that Gavin's father fucked his daughter, Gavin's twin sister, right here in
the same place when they were nine. I was sure Gavin had gotten his share too,
but I never asked. I couldn't have imagined then that one day I would come here
to have sex with my son.
The rusted hinge continued to creak; outside, you could hear the wind swaying
the trees and the grass. Inside was the panting of two people and a squelching
sound as the cock sunk into the child's ass. I added more lube to the cock's shaft
and increased the speed. Thomas took me in with an amused look on his face.
With his eyes half closed, he moaned contentedly. I pulled myself out of the boy,
and we laid down. I got behind Thomas and pulled his back against my chest.
My son grabbed my cock and guided it into his anus. My stiff member sank easily
into the tight hole, and I started to fuck him again, enjoying every movement.
In that position, it was easy for me to fondle the boy. I took his sacks in my
hands and rolled them gently in my fingers. Making love started to turn into a
horny fucking. I pressed my teeth into his shoulder and began to fuck his
delicious ass with more and more forceful thrusts. I wiped the lube from the shaft
of my cock on my hand and started to jerk Thomas's small dick. Heavy breathing
filled the old barn and drowned out the sounds of nature. My son and I were on
the verge of achieving something special together, and finally, the dam broke.
My cock throbbed in the tightest hole, and I continued to fuck it, spilling
my semen into its depths. Thomas cum at the same time, and we were both
moved like crazy marionettes. We moaned loudly. The world disappeared
around. There was just one big orgasm, that's all, nothing else.
We lay panting, holding each other. Sweat was stinging my eyes. Thomas's
pecker was still stiff in my hand; I rolled my thumb on its slippery knob. The last
aftershocks of the orgasm twitched our bodies. My cock started to soften and
slide out of the boy. Tomas turned and kissed me.
"Thank you, dad. This was definitely the best thing that could happen in life."
He whispered.
We washed in the river, and after that, the landscape of my childhood was left
behind in the cloud of dust created by the motorbike.
PART 5
I enjoyed the wind on my face. The highway had two lanes: one to the east
and one to the west. I felt small hands squeeze around my waist and his head
pressing against my back. It was afternoon, and home was already more than
80 miles away. Chris and I, my lastborn, nine years old.
The weather forecast promised only sunshine, and there wasn't much traffic.
You can't experience such a feeling of freedom as riding a motorbike. I turned the
country radio to play in our helmets; it fit the mood. Born to be wild might have
been even better when my son and I drove toward a big adventure.
I had only packed what was necessary. The rucksack mounted on top of the
motorcycle's tank had only a few clothes and a small tent. Chris also had a
backpack, and that's all we needed. We both wore denim jackets and jeans; we
were like two cowboys on a horse.
"Is it still a long way?" Chris asked. The Bluetooth connection between the
helmets made it easy to talk without shouting.
"Are you already starting to ask?" I asked. "There's still at least 150 miles to
go."
"I want us to stop."
"Why?"
"I need to pee." Chris's voice was full of real need.
"Out here in the middle of nowhere, there are no gas stations; if you have to
pee, you have to do it on the side of the road."
"I don't mind; I really need to pee."
We stopped at the side of the road. There was no other traffic. Chris took off
his backpack and stepped onto the bank.
I also decided to relieve myself, so we stood by the side of the road, pouring
water next to each other. I also decided to relieve myself, so we stood by the
side of the road, running water next to each other. I noticed how Chris was
secretly trying to peek at me. And when he noticed that I was doing the same
to him, he got embarrassed and turned away a little.
"You stare." He said.
"No, I don't; you did," I replied.
"Oh yes, you were staring." Chris sighed.
"It could be so. What then?"
Chris was quiet for a moment. He finished peeing and zipped up. He looked
pensive and then said:
"Ok, I admit I stared. Men have it so different from boys. Especially Logan's
dad."
"Hmm. Logan's father had a very different situation at that very moment; it's
not always like that for him either."
"How so? Tell me."
"Now, let's keep driving; we'll talk about this later at a better time," I said and
thought about how good a topic this could be.
Our excursion went to a city where there was a space event. On display were
actual NASA equipment, as well as various things familiar from movies and TV
series and people dressed as aliens or characters. Unfortunately, however, we
hadn't left until the afternoon, so we wouldn't be able to get to the event until the
next day.
Along the way, we stopped to eat hamburgers and marvel at the truck, which
was chromed from the rims to the roof. Our mirror image reflected on its surface.
I took a picture of it. You rarely get to look at yourself and your children through
the eyes of another. Now I noticed how small my son really was next to me. Chris's
top of head reached my chest height; he was maybe a little over 4.2 ft. (130 cm)
high.
There was a campsite in the city with a good reputation and rated as high
quality. We parked the bike and took our backpacks. I had planned to spend the
night in a cabin but was prepared for the fact that they wouldn't be available.
And not in vain; only tent sites were available and those in an area where other
tents were very close. Since the area was large, I got a map that guided us to the
right place.
Chris was a big help when we set up the tent. The last time I used the tent was
before Thomas was born, so it had been another decade, and the skills had
gotten rusty. Finally, the tent was up, and we could build the sleeping places.
There were a lot of tents in the area, and there were only a few steps of space
around us. Next, we went swimming in the pool, it was crowded there too. Then
we went to eat at a cafe in the area, and there we had to wait for a free table.
Eventually, the evening began to darken, and the sunset started.
The campsite fell silent. From somewhere in the distance, I heard music and
some talk from a neighbor's tent that I couldn't make out.
"It's shockingly hot here," Chris told himself as he removed his jeans. He was
right; it was hot in the tent because it had been a hot day, and the temperature
didn't seem to drop towards night.
"Then you have to cut down on clothing," I said while taking off my shirt. We
had no sleeping pads, only sleeping bags. Luckily, the terrain was grassy, and the
ground was soft. I watched my son as he took off his T-shirt. We talked about what
to do the next day. Chris was very excited about the space event, and I was also
very interested.
"I wonder if there are any Klingons there? The Klingons are evil." Chris
thought out loud.
"Cardassians are more dangerous. And the Borg. Klingon is part of the
Federation." I added.
"Yeah, it is. I hope we see them too. "
"Tomorrow will tell," I said.
We talked about the journey behind us and the next day until Chris changed the
subject:
"When we were there to pee, you promised to tell me why Logan's father has
such a strange… It."
"Surely you remember what kind of situation we saw Logan and his dad in?
Gerald had one like that because otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to play
with Logan with it. It had hardened.
"Why?"
Gerald wanted to be with Logan in that specific way because he likes his son,
and when you like that way, it hardens and grows. Logan also had a hard."
"But it wasn't that big."
"True. It doesn't really start to grow properly until you're a little older."
"Me too?"
"Of course, you too." Chris looked thoughtfully at the tent roof and said:
"It was a strange feeling."
"Is it because you saw what they did?"
"Yea."
"I also got a strange feeling. Their play looked nice." I said.
"I think so too." We were silent for a bit of a while again until Chris continued;
"Is that common?"
"You mean what they did?"
"Yes."
"I honestly don't know. These things aren't talked about in general. It's about
sex, and sex is a very personal matter. It may be that many fathers and sons have
fun with each other like that.
There were no lights in the tent, but the full moon and the light from the path
illuminated it so that you could see more than just silhouettes. Chris was lying on
his back on top of the sleeping bag. He was wearing nothing but boxers.
I was lying on my side and looking at my son. He looked small and fragile in the
thin light. I gently touched his stomach, bent down, and blew lightly into his ear.
Chris laughed. I moved my hips forward so that they touched the boy's thigh.
I pressed my hips forward a bit. I had a shocking erection, knowing he would
feel it against his leg. I moved my hand a little higher on the boy's sensitive skin.
I pressed my index finger on his nipple and started rolling it slowly over it. I felt a
small pimple harden against my finger. I blew in his ear again, and now Chris
didn't laugh but sighed. I pressed my lips to the boy's ear and kissed it gently.
I sucked the earlobe into my mouth and carefully looked at it. My hand still
caressed the nipple, and my hard-on became almost painful.
"Would you like to play with daddy?" I whispered in a shaky, hoarse voice.
"Yes, Daddy." He answered in such a low voice that you could hardly hear it.
I kissed my son's ear and cheek, and at the same time, I let my hand slide
down. I circled my hand around his navel and slipped my fingertips under the
waistband of his boxers. I slowly moved my hand further until I felt the head of his
dick against my index finger. It had stiffened. Its head was hard but bouncy.
"Give daddy a kiss," I whispered, pressing my lips against his mouth. His lips
felt dry, and I licked them with my tongue to make them moist. Chris kissed me the
way kids kiss, mouth closed. I pushed my tongue between his lips. The boy didn't
guess I would put my tongue in his mouth. He pressed his lips tightly around my
tongue.
"Kiss as I do," I said, and soon he responded flexibly to the movements of my
tongue. I wonder how quickly both my boys learned the art of kissing.
The nine-year-old soon kissed as if he had been kissing his whole life.
My hand had dived deeper into my son's boxers. I slid my finger along the
shaft of his penis. It was small, smaller than I had imagined, I would guess about
2.3 inches (6cm), and thin. I caressed the silky surface of the sensitive organ and
squeezed it between my fingers. It vibrated with a couple of tight jerks.
The foreskin slid smoothly over the shaft and made it easy to move.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," Chris mumbled against my mouth.
"Would you like to touch mine?"
Chris didn't say anything. Instead, he started to grope the front of my boxers
with his hand, and he squeezed the knob of my cock under the panties and
sighed;
"So big!"
I sat up and took off my boxers. I asked Chris to do the same, and when we
were both fully naked, I asked him to sit on my thighs. My son did so, and after a
while, he was sitting on my lap. I pulled him closer so that our penises were
touching each other. My member looked shockingly large compared to Chris's,
but that only added to my arousal. The boy's short and thin cock was beautiful
and so innocent looking. It was flawless, completely hairless, as a nine-year-old
should be, and delicious. We were getting up to speed.
PART 6
I took a firm grip on our penises, and with my free hand, I squeezed the lube in.
My hand moved around the rock-hard organs smoothly. Chris looked at the tent
roof with his mouth open, clearly enjoying the feeling. The slippery substance
around the dicks sloshed silently, and we both breathed heavily.
"Daddy, something's happening." Chris sighed and leaned toward me. He put
his hands on my shoulders and rested his head on my chest. I knew very well what
was happening; my son was about to have an orgasm. His little weenie began to
throb against mine. The boy moaned in a low voice.
"Daddy. Oh, daddy, daddy. Ahhh. Feels so good."
At the same time, someone walked past the tent. It seemed sinfully perverse to
think that just a few steps away from him, the little boy was enjoying the waves of
orgasm in his father's arms, and the passerby had no idea about it. Soon Chris fell
into my arms, powerless. He was completely limp. I laid him down on the sleeping
bag and went beside him.
"Now I get it." Chris sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Now I understand why Logan and his dad are doing this."
"Isn't that nice?"
"Just the best."
I let Chris recover from his orgasm for a little while. I kissed his forehead and
gently caressed his neck. The boy looked at me, smiling. It was a sweet smile;
it melted my heart. I was a changed man; I had gone to a level in my fatherhood
that not many people have gone to. And many wouldn't dare, even if they wanted to.
So they miss out on something so great.
"Honey. Do you probably remember How Logan and his dad did many things?
I wonder if you like to try all kinds of fun, too?" I asked my son, hopefully.
"I want everything Logan gets," Chris replied with a determined look.
I asked the boy to move lower, and I wrapped his fingers around my hard cock.
I squeezed his hand in mine and started moving it up and down the shaft of my cock.
It worked out nicely because it was still slick with lube. Soon Chris began jerking me
off on his own, and I could enjoy the feeling. My foreskin went up and covered the
glans and down again, bringing it up.
"Take it in your mouth," I said hoarsely. Chris looked me in the eyes, and I
noticed a slight smile on his face. He knelt in front of me and took a firm grip right at
the root of my cock. Then he gave a tender kiss on the tip and tasted it.
"It tastes like that lube." He said. And took the tip of the cock slowly in his mouth.
"You have to suck it, that's how it feels best." I sighed. The boy sucked my penis
tightly between his lips and sank it deeper into his mouth. His little mouth could only
take half of my cock, but that was enough; I was in ecstasy. Without further ado, he
moved his head back and forth, tightly sucking my manhood into his mouth.
I watched how focused my son was; he clearly wanted to be good at what he did.
And he did it well; his teeth didn't hurt my member except a few times.
There was a sound of slurping and my heavy sighing in the tent. Then, in the yard,
some girls walked by and stopped.
"What's going on there?" One of them asked with a laugh.
"Well, what do you think?" The other one answered, and everyone started
laughing.
I listened as their steps and voices moved further away. The girls were still
talking, and I heard one wondering if the sound was a blow job? Or did someone
lick a pussy in the tent? I laughed in my mind and thought, really, no one here licks
the pussy. If the girls had known what kind of fun we were having, father and son,
they would have indeed been surprised.
After a while, the pleasure became overwhelming. My nine-year-old son was
sucking me eagerly, and I felt a familiar tingling sensation under my stomach.
"Chris, I'm coming. Don't be afraid of what happens next." I said warningly
because Chris had hardly ever seen an ejaculation, not to mention getting one in
his mouth and face soon. Then my cock started to throb and shoot cum into my
child's mouth. Words cannot describe pleasure. I felt like I was losing
consciousness. The first load plunged straight into the boy's mouth. The next one
went on his confused face. I saw how the white fluid flew in an arc onto the boy's
hair and forehead.
Chris coughed the first dose out of his throat but surprised me by taking my
cock in his mouth again, even though it was still pumping out cum in strong spurts.
It felt heavenly and didn't seem to end at all. I don't think I've ever experienced such
a long-lasting orgasm as I did then. The boy sucked me and swallowed everything
my cock could give. Finally, I slumped powerlessly onto the sleeping bag, lying on
my back. Chris came into my arms and gave me a kiss that tasted like sperm.
Even though the evening was late, we went to shower. We were sweaty and
covered in semen. I was zipping up the tent when I noticed a group of girls
approaching us. Chris was standing next to me, wearing nothing but shorts. I had
the same outfit. Sweat was glistening on my skin in the dim lighting. I got up, and we
started to walk to the service house. The girls stopped and looked at us with their
mouths wide open with surprised expressions.
We walked past them, and I overheard the girls talking:
"Were those two in that tent?" One said in a puzzled voice.
"It can't be just them together." Another answered.
"Yes, there was sex there. I do know what a blowjob sounds like." The third was
amazed.
"Was the boy sleeping, and father and mother were fucking next to him?"
It took a while, and one of them said:
"What if they had sex together. A man and a boy?"
"Nonsense."
I heard nothing more about the conversation; the girls were already so far away.
"Did you hear that, daddy?" Chris asked, looking at me with a concerned look.
There's no need to worry about that; they don't know anything, and surely soon
they will think their imagination did the tricks." I replied, easing his worries. We took
a shower, and I asked the boy to go to the bathroom to poop. Chris said he didn't
need it, but I said it would be worth it. I saw from the boy's face how he realized his
father wanted to do the same as Logan's father.
We went back to the tent; it smelled like semen. The evening had cooled down
our little love nest, and it felt nice. I went to the sleeping bag and asked Chris to
come in too. I wrapped my arms around the boy and kissed his tempting lips.
He tasted like toothpaste. We sucked on each other's mouths and gave tongue
kisses to each other. The boy pressed his hips against my belly, and I felt he was
hard again. I unzipped the sleeping bag and took off his shorts.
He lay on his back, and I went in a side position next to him. His small penis was
stiff, pointing towards the navel. I grabbed it. I lifted the organ higher and licked it
along the entire shaft length. He sighed. I pulled back the foreskin and took it into
my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip of the cock while sucking strongly.
I started to fuck his dick with my mouth. Up and down. The little boy had recently
experienced the first orgasm of his life, and it didn't take much time to get another.
I felt his body begin to twitch and throb in my mouth. It was trying to shoot out the
sperm it couldn't produce yet. A dry orgasm raged in my mouth, and the boy's
mouth let out a quiet moan. It felt wonderful to think that my little boy was getting so
much pleasure I was giving him. Not many fathers can give their sons as much as I
can. When Chris' climax passed, I got back up next to him, and we kissed again
passionately. I asked him to turn on his side with his back to me, and I took the lube
in my hand.
I squeezed the thick liquid onto my fingertips and swirled it around the boy's
anus. I squeezed more of it onto my fingers and slowly pushed my middle finger
inside the boy. I felt a tight squeeze around my finger, so I asked the boy to relax
his ass so he could enjoy himself. I took my finger out of his bunghole and shoved
my index and middle finger into him. I pushed my fingers in so deep they
touched the prostate. Chris began to pant; he was clearly enjoying the feeling.
After I had fit three fingers in his anus in a way that I knew he wasn't in much
pain, I decided to do it. I lubricated my cock with plenty of lube and placed it
against the opening of his ass. I slowly began to push myself inside the boy. Chris
moaned quietly as I moved forward and backward in his ass, moving deeper and
deeper with each thrust. The little boy's hole felt much tighter than his big
brother's. It was an enjoyable little den I was allowed to enter.
When my cock was all inside the boy, I started to fuck his delicious little ass.
Chris seemed to enjoy it. I took his dick in my hand. It was rock-hard and willing.
I jerked him off as I fucked him. After a while, my dear little son had his third
orgasm. His bumhole tightened around my cock so firmly it hurt. But even though it
hurt, it was delightful. I was close to coming, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure.
I rolled up the sleeping bag and asked Chris to lie on his back and put his ass on
it. He lay on his back with his ass temptingly up. He still had an erection; there was
no end to it. I set on top of the boy and guided my cock into his pleasure cave.
I started to fuck him slowly, enjoying every inch that moved inside him. Chris raised
his legs over my hips and put his hands behind my neck. I kissed him. I licked his
neck, ear, cheeks, and mouth. Our tongues played wildly together as my cock
penetrated him repeatedly.
Chris' eyes were tightly closed. He pulled my hips against him with his legs.
I reached the point of no return. I pushed my cock as deep into the boy as it could
be, and he pressed me tighter against him with his legs. My cock throbbed furiously
and spat its liquid into the deep cavities
of the boy's rectum. I pressed my mouth to his neck and cried out in pleasure
against it. The neck served as a silencer.
I made tiny back-and-forth movements heightening the pleasure my son was
giving me. I could feel his nails biting into the flesh of my shoulders. I sucked and
kissed his neck as my cock throbbed over and over again in his ass. I could feel my
strength draining. All my energy was released into an incredibly violent orgasm.
I pounced on the boy and spun him in my arms as I turned onto my back. My cock
started to loosen inside him, and finally, it spilled limply out. A hot stream of cum
and lube ran behind the cock, which flowed through his balls onto my pubic hair.
We panted together. Chris rested his head against my chest and must have
heard my heart pounding. Then, I noticed how he started shaking and sobbing.
"What's wrong? Do you have pain because you cry?" I could feel the tears
falling against my chest.
"No, daddy. I feel good. I feel so good, and I'm so happy that I'm crying."
He replied with a sob. I kissed his hair and wrapped my arms tightly around him.
Although the evening was already cool, we were warm.
"I feel good too. I'm so lucky to have you. I love you." I sighed.
THE END
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