Late Bloomer
 by: TucsonDaddy

© 2012 by the author

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I grew up in a happy home with two loving parents, two brothers and a sister. This was in the days when happy home was the standard. Maybe not the Cleaver happy level but life flowed smoothly with a few bumps which were quickly resolved.

Mom stayed home to maintain our household, manage us kids, make sure the house was, if not orderly, always clean, and make sure meals were on time and delicious. Dad was the guy who brought home the income we needed to have a well run home with all the necessary details to keep us warm, and in a good shelter.

My folks spared nothing in raising us kids. They loved us incessantly. Many “I love yous” were said every day with the usual number of hugs and kisses. When any of us failed in maintaining proper decorum, keeping our school grades up, misbehaved, well then, punishment was sure to follow. Usually a stern talking to by either mom or dad along with their expression transmitting the level of punishment each of us would receive. I spent many hours isolated in my room. Back then our rooms held the barest of necessities along with whatever decorations we each chose to emphasize out personal tastes. Just a radio, but no TV. Yes, I had books, which I read and re-read to wile away my punishment period. We each knew that we had everything we needed to lead happy lives.

We lived in a pleasant rural area with homes spaced some distance apart. This meant that I and my siblings rode a bus to and from school along with our friends. It was on the bus where much gossip was exchanged about each other, school and all those other bits of knowledge that kids value. It was there I met my two best friends, Gary and Todd. They lived not far from my home but we had to ride bicycles to make the trip timely. It was faster and easier than hiking the several hundred feet between houses.

Life was not only pleasant but good. Very good. Maybe too good to last. This one issue kids rarely gave much thought to. I certainly didn't.

Being a fourteen-year-old freshman, my first year was going well. I had friends. Nobody picked on me at school. Maybe due to my size? … I was almost six feet tall and weighed in at 165 pounds. I was well toned thanks to the sports both school sponsored or those in the community, plus all the activities my friends and I invented. Mom kept telling me I was “so handsome!” So I guess that meant I was OK looking. Not that girls were drooling over me, but a few of them paid me attention which I drank up.

Dad would sometimes come into the back yard dribbling a basketball which he'd begin tossing baskets. He was pretty good for an old guy, I mean, for a parent, you know. Then he'd likely challenge me to “a few baskets” which led to a game with him getting fewer baskets. I was really pretty good at this jumping stuff.

He always looked so good wearing shorts and sports shoes. Buff he was, standing several inches over me, a smooth body, with very little body hair. I never thought the bears were all that cool looking. He had a flat stomach, with solid pecs and well-muscled arms and legs without being muscular. You know what I mean. I can see heads nodding, so thanks.

My parents encouraged all of us to be well rounded which included sports. Also music. OK, I like music as much as any other kid. I've got over 200 LP records but in this case they wanted me to choose an instrument and learn to play it. Mine was the sax which I thought was the sexiest off all instruments. Just listen to Kenny G or any of the other great sax players. I wasn't great but I could do my successful part in the school orchestra. Mom thought I was marvelous. Dad's opinion was, “Don't give up your day job,” whatever that means. Adult humor! Who knows.

So I'm flying high in my life only to make a discovery that sent me into shock, disgust, panic, and just plain confusion. What it was I can't say what I saw. I am trying to block it from my mind. Well, not completely though. Sometimes it comes back and I seem to be making some sense out of it. It's just that.... Well, Todd is one of my best friends. I just never figured him for... for... Never mind. I gotta get this this shit out of my head.

There is no way what happened a week ago should affect me this way. I wanted to dump what I knew and start over. Somehow I was avoiding Todd, unable to look him in the eye. He was my best friend and I was doing my best to stay away from him. Some best friend, huh? Sooner or later, it was bound to fail. We'd both be on the same bus but I always found a seat with someone else.

“Hey, Larry,” I heard Todd's voice calling. I kept walking; not turning around. “Hey! Dick head! Stop!” I stopped not wanting this confrontation. He ran up to me grinning. “We've been missing each other all week,” he said. “What's going on?”

“Going on?” I repeated. “Don't know what you mean. I've been around.”

“Yeah, but seems every time I show up, I see you heading out.” He stared at me still wearing that grin. He always had a big smile which expanded to a grin or might even explode in a loud laugh. “Guess it's just coincidence,” I replied lamely.

“Well, who cares any way. At least we can make some plans. What are you doing after school? Can you come over?” he enthused.

“Uhm, sure. I think so. After school,” I all but stammered. Then it slipped out. “I was at your house last Thursday but when I knocked nobody answered. I thought we were going to do something. So I left. You must have been busy.”

Todd's face took on an expression of being caught in the headlights of an unexpected car. “I... I... I think dad had other plans for me that day. I didn't hear you knock. Is everything OK?”

“Oh sure,” I smiled weakly. “Everything’s OK. How about with you? Do you and your dad do these things a lot?” I pursued.

His face still had a stunned look. “Uhm... sure. He and I like to spend time together. He teaches me a lot of cool stuff. Don't you and your dad do things together.”

“Yeah, sure. Sometimes he's almost a pain. Wanting me to do stuff we used to do all the time. But I'm getting to where I'd rather spend more time with my friends. Like you, Todd,” I grinned back.

“OK. Good. I'll be sure to answer the door for you this time,” he said. We walked to our next classes and I said good-bye until we boarded the bus.

The ride home was uneventful. Todd and I sat together where we could turn partway around to gossip with the boys behind us. The topic as usual was girls. The new one, Nancy Kramer, what a sweeeet! Pretty but not beautiful. Great figure. Nice ass and midsized tits which I liked. The other two guys thought she'd look better with size 38s but I guffawed at that. “What are you thinking, dingleberries. She'd be so top heavy she'd need a crutch under each tit. Get real. Besides you can only get your hand around so much tittie.”

“Or your mouth,” whispered another. We all laughed in agreement. Except Todd. He just sorta joined in without offering any critical commentary on her body. He did agree she was pretty and had a nice smile. She wasn't stuck up like some of the beauty queens. We all nodded in agreement with that.

That's the way Todd was. Didn't seem particularly interested in talking with or about girls. I just shrugged it off since none of us were qualified to have any special girlfriend. Not at 15.

I wasn't ready to jump into heavy dating. I was OK around girls but what would I say when it was only me and her? Rod and Suzy were “going steady” as they called it. I called it being at school. They had actually gone to a movie together after his mom drove them. I was waiting for 16 till I could get my permit then a long wait till 17.

When we pumped Rod for how far he'd gotten at the movies, he was evasive but finally admitted that he'd only put his arm around her. She was too freaked by all the other people. So he got to zero base. Not even a good night kiss with a mom at the helm.

The closest I ever got to kissing a girl or touching her, was in my fantasies at night as I lay in bed with my hand wrapped around my throbbing hard uncut dick. I'd seen a lot of dicks, mostly soft or half hard in the showers after P.E. All but one uncircumcised like mine. Some boys have asked about why my folks didn't have me cut like them. Was I Jewish or something? I laughed and told them it's the opposite, if I were Jewish, I'd be cut like the rest of you. What dad told me was the foreskin would protect the head from constant rubbing in briefs which affects the sensitivity after years and years of rubbing. One boy said he wore boxers so his didn't rub so much. But he's wrong. The cloth hangs over the dick and is constantly coming in contact. Not so much but it all makes the head less sensitive.

I'm not queer or anything but I have this crazy interest in dicks especially those just ready to go full sized! Not that I'd want to hold one but sometimes I do wonder what one of those many dangling three-inch dongs would feel in my hand as it expanded but.... Whoa! Whoa! Stop! Get those thoughts out. Out! Out! Out, damned cock! As Shakespeare might have written.

My interests, especially my sexual interests, are girls My ONLY sexual interest! Now wipe that smirk off of your face. So long as there are plenty of Nancy Kramers at school that is. Girls and sex. OK? OK.

After I got home, I had a quick snack. While I ate, I decided what I was going to do about this crap in my brain. Talk with dad. He'd know what to do. Then I was off to Todd's. Now that I'm fourteen, I don't want to ride my bike so much. Very uncool in my school. So I walked the 300 feet between our homes. One football field length. He answered the door, just like he promised. When I went inside, we walked past the home office. Todd's dad has an internet business so he's home a lot. Usually at the computer.

As we walked past, he looked up, a grin spread over his face and he said, “Hi, Larry. How you doing?” I felt obligated to stand there making talk for a few minutes with his dad. “Doing OK. You?”

“Yeah. Me. Fine. Doing well.”

I have to say that Todd's dad is very good looking. Not only his handsome face but his wavy hair, and buff body. Todd says he and his dad go to the gym twice a week to work out. Says his dad had a very sculpted body and strong legs. Like my dad, he's mostly hairless. On him less body hair looks good.

Then Todd and I continued down to his room where he closed the door and turned on his computer. “I want to show you this site I found,” he whispered conspiratorially. We waited impatiently while the computer booted up and stopped with the initial page. Todd quickly typed in a pass word that I could not see and the main screen was exposed. On it was a woman! A naked woman! She was turned with her back to the us but the way her body was angled to show she had one very nice breast with little droop. Nice! Her face was pretty, hair gorgeous dark brunette. Her ass was beautiful. Two nice melons begging to be touched, stroked, kissed.

“OhMyGawd!” I all but cried out.

“Shhhhh!” cautioned Todd stepping forward to press a few keys bringing up a game. “You'll wake the giant in his office! He'll come down to investigate.”

We stood together by the computer as, sure enough, a knock sounded at the door. “Hey, in there. No playing rough! House rules.”

Todd got up to open the door. “It's OK, Dad, Larry's just over excited about my Gopher Hunting game.”

Todd's dad laughed. “Oh yeah, that one. See if you can get 70, Larry.” He turned and walked back to his den. Todd closed the door and sighed with relief. “That was close. I gotta keep something for cover whenever I'm at this site then constantly ditch each thing when I've gotten my jollies. I make sure my history looks like I've been at very bland places.”

“OK. OK. Let's get back to Ms Universe,” I pleaded.

“Sure,” he said wearing what only could be a wicked grin. Pressing a few keys he brought the woman back. I gaped at her for a few seconds. “Ready for the front view?” I nodded. Pressing one key, the picture slowly rotated. As she did, something new came into view. A cock. A big, long, hard penis! Jutting from between her thighs where a slit of a pussy should have been. I gasped. My jaw fell open and my eyes seemed to bug out.

“My Gawd!” I repeated. “What is this?”

“A tranny,” he said. “A man altered to look like a woman and keeps his cock and balls. Found a couple of websites and downloaded this and some others. Want to see them?”

I nodded. I was so entranced by this new development of cock on a woman who had beautiful breasts with curves where all women are curved. But cocks too. Oh my gawd. “ Just then a second woman replaced the first, beginning with her back to us. Then slowly turned to expose her equally gorgeous cock. My heart was pounding.

OK, I have a compulsion for cocks. I like to look at them. But this put an entirely new perspective on cocks. This one and the previous both LOOKED like women. Both had all the normal woman accessories. Both were beautiful with lovely long tresses. One a blond the other a brunette. Both too gorgeous to believe.

I didn't hear the click of the keys as Todd brought up a new beauty. Light brown hair this time, smile that didn't quit and a body equally lovely as the previous two. The difference was that the rod sprouting from her crotch was at least seven inches long. Gasp! Compared to my measly five inches she was a giant. The larger-than-life erection did not, could not distract from the rest of her body. Long-legged, mounted on three-inch heels, that brought out the best of her legs before moving up to the gorgeous butt, again 36 C breasts that barely sagged, terminating at her head which displayed a lovely face and smile with beautiful coiffed hair.

“You as hard as I am?” Todd inquired.

I suddenly realized that I WAS hard seeing these lovely creatures had been the aphrodisiac that inspired my penis to its present five-inch length now pressing to lengthen even further spurred by those cocks. Lovely, gorgeous penises. I was all but gasping, trying to keep my sexual balance. The yin and yang of sexual preference spun in my head. Sure the ladies were a real rewarding sight but those dicks. Which was I in love with?

“Hey?” Todd whispered. “I asked if you're as hard as I am.”

I nodded dumbly, unable to say yes.

“You wanna jack?” he said.

“Sure,” I began then stopped. “What? You mean take out my cock and jack off here in your room? What if your dad comes back. Just to make sure everything’s OK.” I paused. “What are you thinking. NO!”

“Well, I'm gonna do it. You can if you want. I'm so horny, I gotta get off.” He unzipped his fly as I watched then extracted his hard-as-a-rock cock. I stared at it. My first view of Todd's hard on. “See something you like, big boy?” he said as he looked at my staring eyes. My mouth was dry. First three huge dongs then this one. Much smaller. But it was the size, shape and thickness of cocks that got my attention. He stepped forward to within an arm-length from me. “Touch it, if you like,” he whispered.

I did too. I reached out, wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed. “Odd,” I was thinking. “How can it be so soft and smooth on the outside yet so firm and stiff?” I began to slowly stroke this thing of beauty Todd had so willingly offered me.

So lost in this new experience of cock handling, the cock of another boy, that I didn't feel Todd lowering my zipper. I didn't feel his hand fish around inside my pants and inside my briefs. I was only barely conscious of him bringing my own hardened dick out. His fingers closed around it and he began to expertly jack me off.

Suddenly I realized where I was, whom I was with and what we were doing. I pulled back extricating my erection that desperately cried out for relief from Todd's expert hand. “Todd! No!” I whispered urgently all the time holding his cock. Continuing to stroke him. “I can't. This is too queer. I mean too gay.”

Undeterred Todd retrieved my cock, my weak explanation and feeble efforts to keep it away from that hand that was delivering marvelous sensations. I relented. He took it back and continued to masturbate me in a way so inexplicably exciting. His hand doing marvelous things to my penis. I was lost in randy emotion. I suddenly didn't care that we were two boys holding each others cocks. I didn't care how queer it was.

In the excitement of the moment, I had been looking down as I had my hand wrapped around my best friend's cock. I was actually jacking him off. In a moment I knew he'd cum but I didn't care about that either.

“Larry,” Todd whispered. “Look at me.” Raising my eyes to his he smiled. “Nice isn't it?” I nodded, again, My mouth seemed unable to respond to all these new and exciting feelings. “Look at me,” he directed again. I looked. As I did his hand moved behind my head, his face moved toward mine and our lips connected. They remained there for only an instant then he moved back, his hand still behind my head. It was unnecessary. I didn't want to go anywhere. “Again?” I nodded and his face descended although I didn't see it coming toward me. My eyes were closed. They connected again.

In all my fantasizing about gay activities, the thought of another male kissing me on the lips brought a feeling of revulsion. Now here I was connected by the mouth to another boy. My mind began to justify this. Aren't lips just lips? Isn't the mouth just a mouth? Why does it matter if it's a girl's mouth or a boy's? How could I argue against such logic, especially when Todd's lips felt so good on mine. I was just about to take the next and inevitable step of letting his tongue into my mouth where I would suck on it then he'd suck on mine and we'd lick each others tonsils.

All this was stopped in our tracks as my cock exploded. I had had powerful ejaculations before but this was atomic. I gasped into Todd's mouth as my back arched and my cock poured forth several goodly rounds of lava. Without looking down at the damage done to his clothing. Expecting smoldering holes where my ball juice had contacted mere cloth.

As the first wave passed I released his still erect dong. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. I was panting, feeling all done in. My cock had different ideas as still two more jets of killer overheated cum shot onto his pants. Finally my heart beat slowed to below the red line so I could catch my breath.

“Was it good for you, honey?” asked the daring Todd.

“You wouldn't believe, even if I could describe it,” I whispered back weakly.

Todd pushed upright and turned me around. “Here,” he said. “Let's just sit for a few moments. Let you get back to normal.”

I couldn't nor wouldn't disagree. “You're pretty messy down there,” he observed. “Why don't I take care of that for you.” Without waiting for confirmation, he slid from the bed, between my open thighs and began to suck and lick the remaining semen still coating the head of my now-soft prick. I was about to object realizing his intent as his mouth engaged my limp prick. The masterful way he was licking and sucking, was doing wonderful things to my lust meter. In mere moments, his nursing had brought my cock back to full salute and his magic mouth was doing fantastic things to my groin area. I lost track of time which seemed to stand still until once again my climax meter red-lined and I ejaculated again. This time into the confines of his mouth which clung to it like a leach, collecting every dribble and squirt he could coax out of my balls.

Once again, Todd was teaching me the marvels of boy sex. So gay. So what? I looked down the plain of my body to see him holding my cock in his mouth then watched as my once-again flaccid boy meat slid from between his lips. He looked up at me smiling, 'Yummy. You have delicious sperm, Larry.” He moved up beside me on the bed, leaned close to my ear to whisper. “Welcome to my world, dear Larry.” Once again his face approached mine. Now in his world, I closed my eyes and welcomed his lips on mine. As his tongue slid between my lips, I tasted my own semen. Revulsion stifled, I sucked my cum from his proffered lingual.

I became suddenly aware of a soft click. Opening my eyes, I looked at the door. It was closed but I knew that sound. It had just been closed. Looking at my new lover, I asked, “Did your dad just look in on us?” My heart was racing thinking of the worse.

“Yeah, probably. He's such a snoop,” confirmed Todd. “I hope you aren't worried. He won't out you to your folks. He doesn’t mind if I have lovers like you. He likes you, you know.”

“I saw you last Thursday,” I said.

“I know. I heard you come in.”

“You did? Why didn't you close your dad's door or at least put on some clothes and meet me?”

“It's hard for me to explain,” he said.

“Try,” I demanded.

“The simplest explanation is the best,” he said.

“I agree.”

“I wanted you to see me naked and sucking my dad. I wanted to let you know that I'm queer. You aren't disappointed are you? Can we still be friends? After I seduced you?”

Shocked, I stared at him “You planned this all along?”

“Yes. Did you enjoy being sucked off?” He was nonplussed.

“I don't know whether to be angry at you tricking me into a blow job or happy that I've discovered cock.”

He smiled at me. “I accept your decision. Now wait right here, I'll be back in a minute.” With that he moved off of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard him rustling around then he came back completely naked. “I wanted to get more comfortable,” he said as an explanation. “Do you like to see me naked?” He asked demurely.

“Who wouldn't. You're very uhm....”

“Pretty?” he offered.

“Yes, that's it. You are quire pretty. I like seeing your body.” Without thinking my hand reached out to take his rampant penis. “Especially this,” I said beginning to slowly masturbate his lovely boyhood.

“Yummy,” he whispered back. “My boy thingy likes your hand too.” He moved closer, to give me more room, I thought. Very considerate. I was increasing my stroking wanting to experience his cum shooting onto me. “But I have a better thought.” He slid even closer. His cock now only a few inches from my face. “I think this is a good time for you to take the next and inevitable step,” he whispered softly. “Don't you think so?” Our eyes met. I nodded. I was ready. He moved the final three-inches to my face to push his hard cock into my open and waiting mouth. Just for a moment, the slowly fading straight side of my sexual preference was saying, “NoNoNoNo...” Until it became silent. A voice I knew I'd never hear again. I nuzzled his balls and took more cock into my mouth.

“You are so beautiful when you suck my cock,” he softly said to me as he stroked my hair. “And you suck so well.” Time seemed to vanish as I suckled his boy teat just as I suckled my mother as a child, seeking her milk. My reverie was broken as he said, “I'm cumming. Take it in your mouth. Don't let go until I say.” Then the first volley seemed to fill my whole mouth. “It feels like a lot but it's not,” he said confidently guessing my first impression. He might have said more but he was now groaning in supreme delight with his lust sending jet after jet of hot sticky semen into my welcoming mouth. “Oh Gawd. You fantastic cock sucker,” He was moaning, trying to push his cock more deeply into my mouth. He would have succeeded had not my fingers been wrapped around the base of his penis preventing complete penetration.

Finally his writhing stopped. His semen stopped. He could speak again. “Are you OK?” he asked looking down at me. I nodded with his cock still enclosed in my mouth. “OK, now take your mouth off of my cock.” I did. “Do you want to swallow or spit?” Looking him directly in the eyes, I swallowed by way of a response.

“Marvelous!” he exclaimed and he leaned down to kiss me.

This time I heard the door open and looked up to see his dad standing there. “You guys finished? Am I disturbing anything?”

“No, Dad. Larry just became my cock sucker,” he exclaimed. I beamed happily. A cock sucker. I'm a cock sucker.

“Great!” he said. “And any time you need a cock when Todd isn't around, mine is available.”

“Show him your cock, dad,” Todd said.

“You sure? Larry, do you mind?”

“No, I'd like to see your cock too, Mr. Laven.”

“Oh, we cock suckers are less formal. Call me Jerry or Dad if you want.” As he was speaking he quickly unbelted his shorts, unzipped, then popped the button to allow his shorts to fall to his feet. He was commando so all he had to do was pull off his t-shirt to be naked as his son.

His cock was thick, over six inches with no foreskin. His pubes were shaved. His beauty protruded proudly at a hard 45-degree angle. His balls were large hanging long in the pouch of his sack.

“Nice, isn't it?” asked Todd, sitting up to take it in his hand.

“You know what I like, boy,” Jerry whispered. Todd moved to the edge of the bed then slid down and dropped to his knees . The large cock slipped swiftly into his mouth. “Mmmm.... so good. So good. You are such a good cock sucker,” he whispered looking down with a loving expression watching his son's mouth bob up and down on his hard cock. He looked over at me, then took a careful step closer being sure to keep his cock in Todd's nursing mouth. He leaned over put his hand behind my head. My eyes closed and my mouth opened slightly. Our lips pressed, then pressed some more. His tongue slid easily inside where I sucked it. He pulled back smoothly as if timed. “I'm getting close, Larry,” he said looking at me. “Why don't you get down here and take my load?” I grinned happy to be part of this initiation. Falling to my knees, I moved close to Todd. “Honey,” whispered Jerry. “Pass my cock so that Larry can have it. I'm cumming!”

His semen shot into my mouth. The tangy flavor seemed to fill my mouth but it was only an illusion. He squirted and squirted, moaning and groaning as he spoke profanities. “You keep your lips tight on that piss pole, Larry, boy.” He took a deep breath as still more cum shot in my hungry mouth. I wanted more. Much more. “You're my cock sucker now, boy. You'll take my dick any time I tell you.” His growl was such a commanding masculine sound. A thrill ran up my spine as I swallowed his cum. “Lick my cock clean, cock sucking little bitch boy.” Another jolt of excitement filled my being. I licked the remaining drops of cum from his head and looked up at him.

The phone rang. “Answer it,” said Jerry.

“Hello,” I announced

“Hey, sport. You 'bout ready to come home for dinner? Your mom made your favorite dessert.”

“OK, we're just finishing cleaning up here. Todd's dad gave me some dessert over here.”

“Oh?” he said. “Was it as good as what mom makes?”

“Relax, Dad,” I laughed. “Nothing can take the place of mom's cooking. I only had a small taste. Won't spoil my taste for what mom is serving. OK, we're finishing up here. Be home in a few minutes.”

Dad chuckled. “OK. Glad you had a good time over there. See you.” We hung up.

Jerry said as he reached for my hard cock, “You aren't going to let that hard on go to waste are you?”

“Really, I gotta go.” I insisted putting my rigid dick back in my pants. No cum on them so I was good to go.

Both Jerry and Todd came over to me so that we could hug and kiss one last time.

They walked me to the door and unabashedly opened it for me even though they were completely naked. “Good bye, cock sucker,” they said in unison. I blew them kisses and headed home.

What a surprising ending to the day. What would I tell dad when he asked about my day. Little did I realize that I had another surprise at home. More dessert?

Part 2
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Surprise!

I awoke to sunlight filtering into my room through small spaces between the slats of the blinds. Laying there my mind went back to the events of yesterday afternoon. The images spun in my brain. My best friend had molested me! He had coaxed me to take his cock. That crazy interest in cocks now seemed to be explained as we progressed to where he nicely masturbated me to climax.

What 15-year-old boy contemplates the complexities of life, especially sexual activities? Even more especially when one of those activities is being performed on him. Oh sure, when we got together with other boys with equally overheated hormones the discussion rarely turned to questions of best masturbation techniques.

Rather the topic was more likely to be some girl or girls and their female attributes that was absorbing more of our attention. Yeah, those girl qualities and the quickly shared snippets of imagined sexual interaction with said girl. (Or girls? Even better.) We all giggled about it when with equals, but what happened in the minds of those guys when they were alone in their bed at night? What fantasies engaged their minds as they manually engaged their hardness jutting from their groins? Up to yesterday, those fantasies for me were girls. But that was yesterday. Today things changed dramatically for me.

Where were those thoughts of Nancy, Mary, or Beth as Todd slowly and masterfully jacked me off? Or when he kissed me. On my lips! This was the first kiss I had planned on sharing with one of the aforementioned girls. Or any girl. Yet his lips had touched me so lightly, offering me to accept or reject his advance. But it was my hungry libido that made the decision. What horned up boy, like me, could resist sharing my desires with this naked boy? Where were the thoughts of girls? Why did they not race to my rescue. Nancy! Mary! Beth! I was in danger, although I did not realize the depth of said danger, nor the outcome, were it to continue. At the very moment when my sexual identity was dangling by a mere thread, no girl appeared to slap my hand away from that lovely hard penis. I was alone with no heterosexual thoughts to interject themselves into this erotic moment of the kiss. A kiss, OK? It's just a kiss. A meeting of two pairs of lips placed one on the other. My rapidly diminishing straight side strove to push these thoughts away but then my queer side rushed in to emphasize. Go ahead, kiss him. What can it hurt any way? I soon learned.

This was the kiss that bade good-bye to my hetero side while my homo side broke through that barrier that society, my family, and my male friends encouraged me to construct so as to keep my self safe from the potential of marauding sex fiends. Now that wall, so carefully constructed day by day, night by night, was in ruin.

I was a cock sucker!

A cock sucker! Yes! The desire to engage another penis in my mouth! The thought, so delicious, in every sense of the word, now burst fully into my mind. I was once again in Todd's bedroom on his bed as he lay next to me. His cock in my mouth, where it truly belonged from this moment on, my hand stroking his smooth thigh, urged on by Todd's tender words of encouragement. Those words which an hour earlier would have caused revulsion, now coaxed the embers of desire to burst into full flames raging within my sex-fevered mind.

In that crazed moment I thought of words I'd heard before albeit in a different setting came back to me. “This is my cock. Take and eat.” So I ate and ate and ate until.... My baptism into this new universe was fully confirmed by his excited cry that told me he was ready to give me his juice. “This is my semen. Take and drink.” I could not nor would not refuse his command. I took it in my mouth, feeling each contraction his dick made. Each jet of semen mixed with sperm coated and re-coated my tongue. I even held his penis there until the last drop of jizz dribbled onto my tongue. “You can spit or swallow,” he offered. Silly boy? Deprive myself of this... This.... I'd heard the word before but only now realized its meaning: his elixir. I wasn't going this far only to be deprived of his reward. I swallowed; confirming my secret desire.

I was a cock sucker.

Nancy? Mary? Beth? I'll always treasure the thoughts of seeing you naked. But for now you've lost your hold on me.

I was a cock sucker.

Yet this was but the beginning. There was more in this new universe. I had not seen it but I'd heard about it when boys gathered together to gossip about that queer Jason. “Did you hear?” someone would whisper. “He sucks cock.” And worse! “He lets guys fuck him in the ass.” Evidence presented and jury returns its verdict. Not that any of us had actually witnessed his disgusting act. But the joint opinion of we four or five was sufficient.

Jason, you poor bastard. You're queer by popular edict. Now move over Jason, I've joined your ranks. We're both cock suckers. You just got a head, excuse the pun, start on me.

Yet I wondered.

How many guys huddled in a conspiratorial circle on the school yard, as we condemned Jason, felt their cocks stiffen, even a bit, as mine did. I wonder. How many of those boys wanted to experience what Jason, the queer, did for other boys. Like I did?

I wondered.

Up until yesterday I too felt some sadness for Jason. How did a queer enjoy life when his mouth or ass isn't attached to another boy's dong? I couldn't even imagine. Fortunately I was different. I had a life full of so many things. Things to distract me from even for a moment from the urge to surrender myself into such a pathetic and disgusting way of boy's life.

And yet.... Now I too was a cock sucker. I was happy, joyously content even though I too am a cock sucker.

I sucked Todd to a happy conclusion. Even better, I knelt before his father, now my second daddy, and took his semen. The taste of Todd's cum had not yet dissipated when Jerry's coated the walls of my mouth with a second layer of ball juice. I shivered as I recalled the words he had used on me.

“You're my cock sucker now boy. You'll take my dick any time I tell you.”

“Lick my cock clean, cock sucking little bitch boy.”

He was so commanding, so powerful. On my knees in supplication. His thick prick pumping semen onto my tongue. His demanding voice growling out instructions. I was his! I was his cock sucker now.

Now back in my own bed, this thrill was accentuated as my stroked cock shot its load into the Kleenex. Recovering, I sighed contentedly, now drained of my lustful thoughts and my balls of their cum. Even better, when I tossed the ball of paper containing evidence of my growing sexual maturity into the trash can six feet away! I made it! Basket! Life hardly got better than this. At least considering it my first serious act of the day.

A knock sounded lightly at my door. “Son, you awake?” It was Dad.

“Yeah, I'm awake. Wide awake. Come on in, Dad.”

“Good morning,” he said brightly. Dad is always bright in the morning. A trait I will never embrace.

“Good morning,” I replied. “Isn't today a holiday? No school.”

“True but why let a good day go to waste languishing in bed. Especially since your mom had a great breakfast awaiting on the table. Suddenly the smell of the meal assaulted my nostrils. igniting old memories of equally delicious meals on pleasant mornings. This was one of the many things growing up in a happy family was all about: family gathered at one table, sharing food and morning thoughts. I pushed away the blanket and sheet covering me preparing to all but leap from my bed. Suddenly I realized I had not pulled up my briefs from my morning “exercise.” I lay semi-naked before my watching father. I shared the further ignominy of displaying my dick. Now flaccid, my boy prick lay quietly and unassuming on my light growth of emerging hair. Hair; one more evidence of my growing sexual maturity.

Dad chuckled causing me to notice. Blushing, I quickly retrieved my lower covering. “Taking care of morning business,” he said grinning. “See you at the table.” He walked away, closing the door as he went.

I went into the bathroom I shared with my two brothers and a sister. Mom and Dad had their own. Lucky parents! This time it was available. The others having already been roused and sent to eat. I stood before the stool, holding my limp penis and watched as my morning water poured forth in a graceful arc to splash into the water below.

Here was another mystery. I'd tasted my piss before. Why was it so bitter in the morning yet milder in both taste and smell later, after breakfast. At this moment it was dark yellow. Maybe color had something to do with it. Maybe Dad or Todd or Jerry could answer that question. Inserting two fingers into the slackening stream, I brought them to my mouth to lick the wetness. Bitter for sure.

Flushing the stool I closed the lid as mom was constantly cautioning me to do. What was the big deal that women and girls couldn't do this task themselves? It wasn't like lowering a lid was a massive thing only boys and men could do. Sighing, I just accepted her edict as though it were one of the statements of universal pacifism. “OK, Mom, there you go. Lid down. I hope you're happy about this.” If I left it up, I'd sure hear about it, but leaving it down brought no praises. Life! Moms! I loved 'em both.

Quickly brushing my teeth to rid me of the overnight taste that builds up I rinsed my mouth. Bathing the brush beneath the rushing water, I ran my thumb over the bristles to remove toothpaste residue. My brush now in its own place among the three others in the rack, I exited the bathroom. Back in my own room I hastily pulled on a pair of shorts, and t-shirt. Now prepared to meet the day, I left to join my family at the breakfast table. Suddenly I realized I was hungry. Very hungry. For food this time. Looking down at my twitching penis, I whispered, “Shut up, cock.”

Entering the dining room, I slid onto my chair and returned greetings from the family. Each of us had an assigned place to sit. Mom and Dad at opposite ends of the table while I sat next to my brother, only a year younger than me. My other brother and sister sat on the other side of the table with Mom and Sis adjacent to each other. For protection, I guess. Somehow I couldn't see that we four males as being much of a threat. Life! Parents! I loved them both. Even my sib's.

As usual breakfast was outstanding. Even though I had a similar repast each morning there was simply something about being with people I knew and loved that made the food taste better. Even better was that this typical repast was lovingly prepared by my mother.

Just for a mad moment I wondered how would they respond were I to calmly announce, “Mom, Dad, “ I'm a cock sucker.”

But I already knew. My family is so predictable. After a very brief and sudden drop in conversation, Mom would smile, pat my hand and say, “Oh, I'm sure you're much too young to be THAT.” All very calmly and patiently.

Dad would say, “Son, we really should talk about your being that. Right after breakfast.”

My brothers would scoot down in their chairs hearing one of the many four-letter and unallowed words in “this house.”

My sister would giggle, put her hand over her mouth and repeat, “Larry's a cock sucker.”

Why did such thoughts come out of nowhere to jump into the middle of a perfectly normal breakfast. Hormones? Attitude?

“Larry, are you alright?” Mom's soft voice brought me back to the moment from my crazed mind.

“Huh? Oh sure. I'm fine. Why do you ask?”

“You had such a funny expression on your face.”

“Funny? You mean like ha ha or strange?”

“Never mind, dear. It's OK,” she said. I saw her eyes briefly look at Dad, then returned to me. She has such a nice smile! Glancing at my father, I saw him looking directly at me. What! I figured that this would lead to a conversation later. Dad was like that. When a potential family issue came up, he was there to make things right. Not that this was anything special, I thought, but apparently mMom and Dad did.

The rest of breakfast passed with each of us telling what we planned to do on “this fine day.” Mom told us she was taking my sister and youngest brother with her to buy them new clothes. “They seem to just grow out of them as fast as I buy them.” My other brother was joining two friends for the afternoon. “Be home by five,” Mom reminded them. He nodded as he slid from his chair, pushing it into its place at the table.

“I'm gonna hang out with Todd or Gary or both. I don't know. Later though. For now I'm just gonna let this wonderful meal digest while I watch some TV,” I reported. We all rose from the table, pushed in chairs following another universal law, and I went to plunk myself down on the couch.

Mom gathered the two youngest and whisked them out the door with my brother complaining about having to go shopping. The final word dripping with sarcasm or as much as he could muster.

Dad disappeared into the study to work on paper work. And I thought homework ended with graduation!

As usual not much was worth watching on TV with only a limited number of channels. I wondered what if we could have more channels, like 50 or 60! Then I could always find something entertaining. I watched a movie for awhile but got bored. When I tried calling both Gary and Todd but nobody answered. Must be out with their families, I thought. Maybe later.

Meandering out onto the back patio, I sat beneath the cover and tried to get interested in my book. Suddenly Dad came bounding around the corner with a basketball! “Hey, sport, how's about giving me a chance to beat you this morning?” Grinning, I put down my book, stood to pull off my t-shirt, and stepped out into the sun.

Dad was similarly dressed in shorts and no t-shirt. I could not help but notice as I always did how good Dad looked. Great body, firm and muscled in all the right places but not muscular. His thighs were good looking and for the first time I noticed how firm his ass looked beneath his shorts. “Stop it!” I cautioned myself. I'd never thought anything of Dad's ass before but now, somehow, it..... “Stop!” I mentally cried out. Just for a moment I wondered what was happening to me.

“Catch!” I heard Dad yell and looked up just in time to receive the tossed ball. Then we were off. Racing around the basket area. Jumping to sink or not sink shots. The score steadily mounted in my favor. Dodging, pushing past him or him past me, we struggled for superiority on the court. Until finally Dad said, “Let's take a breather, OK?” Without waiting for my confirmation he walked to take seat under the patio cover. He lay back in the chaise lounge, his body glistening with sweat, his chest heaving from the exertion of our friendly game.

Once again I was drawn to look at his body, now laying back one arm behind his head the perfect pose of an model. Dad was good looking enough to be one, I thought. Just at this moment I was having thoughts about him, too. Once again I had to caution my mind to stay away from that. Did I really want to know where that would lead? Before my mind could process and answer, he turned his head to look at me. “Hey, have a seat.” He patted the chair next to him. I sat or rather lay back.

“How are you doing, Larry?” he asked in a tone I knew was going somewhere no matter whether I said I was dying from tuberculosis or happy as could be.

“I'm OK, Dad. Thanks for asking.”

There was silence for a bit. I knew this from many previous conversations with him that he was getting ready for a talk.

“I noticed that you have been a bit moody lately. Anything I should know about?”

“Not really,” I said drawing out the word not.

“Hey, I'm your Dad. You think you can mope around and expect me to believe nothing's on your mind?” he said turning his head to look me in the eyes.

This might be a good time to tell him what had bothered me. “OK, Dad, you're right. I do have something.”

“Go for it. You can talk with me about anything. You know that.” I sure did. Our father/son talk about sex had been surprisingly unembarrassing. Dad has a way with words. So I began.

“It's what I saw. Over at Todd's a week ago. Been on my mind a lot.”

“Go on.”

I wished I knew how to say this as Dad could. I was having trouble saying this in the right way. Even though the seconds ticked by, he did not rush me. “We were supposed to get together. At his place. On Thursday after school. So when I got there, I knocked but nobody came to the door. I thought maybe he's in his room and can't hear me so I went in. He was expecting me so I just assumed it was all right.” Getting closer to telling him what I saw, was harder to speak. Did I really want to tell Dad what I'd witnessed? Too late now. I was already well down that path. No turning back now.

In the back of my mind I imagined possible scenarios that could unfold. What if he were upset that I went in the way I did? What if he were upset that I'd gone down the hall to investigate? What if he were upset that I'd spied on Todd and his dad having sex? Too late now. I pressed on. “I called his name but no one answered so I went to his room. It was empty. The house which had seemed so quiet when I came in suddenly made soft sounds more audible.”

“Why didn't you leave, son? Wasn't it plain that Todd wasn't there?”

“I thought about that. Just as I was turning to leave, I heard something like a groan. Should I leave and talk to Todd tomorrow? Instead my curiosity raised its head. I wanted to know what the sounds were. Maybe someone was hurt. Maybe I could help. The hall was dark but I knew the way and walked quietly to the door from which the sounds emanated. It was their guest bedroom. The door was slightly open, maybe an inch so I peeked in.

A lamp next to the bed was turned on so I could see everything. The hall light was off with no chance, anyone could see me at an inch-wide space in the door. What I saw shocked me. And confused me.”

“What did you see, son?”

“It was Todd and Jerry, er, Mr. Laven. They were both naked. Mr. Laven was sitting on the bed, his thighs open, while Todd was kneeling between. His head was moving up and down so I knew he was.... he was...."  I had to pause. Just thinking about this scene reminded me of what I had done with Jerry.

“Take your time, Larry. Tell me more when you're ready.”

“Todd.... he was.... he was..... he was sucking his dad's cock!” I ended with almost a sob and a long silence fell over us. Dad didn't say a word as we looked each other in the eye. He was smiling trying to reassure me that all was OK. Finally I felt brave enough to continue. “I couldn't move. I wanted to turn and run but it was like I had no control over my body. I wanted to close my eyes. To block out what I was witnessing but I couldn't. I just watched. “Todd was naked,” I repeated somehow this seemed very important.

“Does Todd have a nice body?” dad asked in a quiet voice..

I should have been shocked that my father would have an interest in Todd's body. Somehow it seemed OK. “Yes, very nice.”

“Tell me about Todd's body. What's his butt like?”

This conversation was so randy, almost obscene as I described my fourteen-year-old friend's body to my dad. I went on in detail telling how smooth he was, like his dad. His strong body not muscled but firm. His ass so round and just as smooth. I knew my cock was hard as I spoke.

“His dad groaned and warned Todd that he was cumming. I thought Todd would move away.”

“But he didn't, did he,” interjected Dad.

“No, he stayed there but I couldn't see if he still had his dad's cock in his mouth. His head stopped bobbing up and down and he just stayed that way.” I stopped speaking again this image still in my head. My imagination took over so I could actually see that cock buried in my friend's mouth. “Then his dad's face had a funny expression almost like he was in pain. He said 'Oh f...' I was about to say that forbidden word but stopped in time. After saying something I couldn't hear, he fell onto his back and panted. But Todd stayed there kneeling between his dad's knees.”

“Do you think Todd took a big load from his dad's balls?” Dad asked.

I had not realized until now that my hand was on my hard cock, slowly rubbing through my shorts. Nervously I looked over at my dad to see his hand rubbing his own cock, I could see it as a bulge straining at the cloth of his shorts.

“Then Todd got up to lay with his dad on the bed. They kissed! I was so scared. A man kissing his son like that.”

“How long did they kiss?”

“Not long but then they kissed again and again. Like they were boy friends or something.”

“Did you enjoy watching them kiss?”

“Not at first but after a bunch of kissing, I did.”

“What else happened?” Dad asked.

“Todd's dad took Todd's hard cock in his hand while they were kissing.”

“Tell me about Todd's cock. How big is it? Is he cut or have a foreskin like you?”

“His is a lot like mine. About four inches long. Thick like his dad's and no foreskin.”

“Like his dad's. You mean his dad's was still hard?”

“Uh oh,” I thought to myself. His dad's was completely soft but how would I know how big it was unless I had seen it myself, in person. So I lied, just a little but for a good cause. “Not really hard. Completely. Sorta half way between. But I thought how big it might be if he were hard. You know?”

“Did you like seeing Todd's hard cock?”

I gulped. My face felt flushed. Dad smiled. “It's OK to say you liked seeing hard cock. So do I.”

More shocking news as if Todd's and his Dad's incestuous sex weren't enough. Here was my dad admitting that he likes cock, too. Maybe it was a gene, a “like to see cock” gene; I dunno, but just then I was feeling so horny after describing this boy and dad sex scenario.

Dad's voice interrupted my reverie when he said, “Did Mr. Laven suck Todd's cock?”

“Oh, yes, he moved down Todd's body to take his cock head into his mouth then sucked him until he yelled that he was cumming.”

“Did he continue sucking Todd? Even while he was cumming?”

I was almost panting from lust. “Yeah. Yes, he did. And even after Todd had cum.”

“Did it bother you to watch his dad suck him off? Did you like watching.”

“No, I wasn't bothered. I was excited.”

Then Dad asked something so outrageous. So erotic. So arousing. “Did you wish you were the one sucking Todd?”

“Dad!” I cried out. “No! How could you ask me if I would do that!” Dad just looked at me. He was reading my thoughts as though I had spoken them aloud.

“Larry, It's OK to admit you'd like to suck your friend's cock. Lots of boys do. Maybe not a lot but they do. You're a horny boy, you're hard as a rock and your voice tells me how much you enjoyed watching. I'm horny too just listening to you tell me.” He reached over to place his hand on my bare thigh. “Now try it once more. Did you wish you were the one sucking Todd's cock?” He paused. “Think of how it would feel in your mouth still oozing semen from cumming. Would you like that?” He was looking at me as his hand roamed up my thigh. I couldn't lie. Not about this.

“Yes,” I said as calmly as I could. “I do. Right now I wish I had been the one to suck my friend and make him cum in my mouth, like his dad did.”

“Thanks for telling me that, son,” said Dad, his voice thick with emotion and something else. Lust?

His hand had reached the leg hole of my shorts. My eyes shifted to that hand. Wondering where this was leading. Did I want Dad's hand on my rock hard dick. I knew at that moment, I could get up and walk away, the unspoken question Dad was posing for me as we lay together side by side in the chairs on our patio.

The house was completely quiet. No one but just the two us. Dad and me. I was about to make my decision to rise up and leave when Dad's hand moved to just inside the leg of my shorts. “Dad...” I whispered plaintively. “Dad, we shouldn't. It's not right. You're my Dad.” In response his hand slid even further up my leg. I was completely lost to the warm touch of his hand moving toward his goal.

“Larry, my son. I love you so much. I've watched as you've grown. Now you are at the right age for our love to grow beyond what we've known. But now being with you here listening to your voice give away your thoughts of queer sex I know this is the time, the hour, the moment for us to begin the journey I've so longed to start with you. With you, Larry. Please don't deny me or you what I've longed for and you are just discovering. Let me be your guide on this path.” His hand slid the last two inches to cup my balls.

His words had melted my heart. I surrendered to his hand gently massaging my nuts. “Yes, Dad. You're right. I want this, too. Teach me how to love you more.” Moving my hands to my shorts, I unbuckled, unzipped and undid the button. Understanding my action, he moved his hand out of the leg hole of my shorts so I could push them down. He hooked the fingers of his hand into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down, carefully raising the band so that it did not catch my hard-as-a-rock prick. Now I was naked with my Dad. His hand took my cock, fingers closing around it. “Oh, Dad,” I gasped. “Your hand feels so wonderful.”

“Your cock feels so good in my hand after all these years of lusting after you. You are my dream lover come true.” After a few more gentle squeezes he released my cock now starving for his hand. He rose from his chair and extended his arm to help me stand. We stood together hand in hand looking into each others smiling and happy faces. Moving his other hand to place it behind my head, I tilted my head slightly to avoid his nose as his face moved closer until our lips met. I moved my other arm to pull him close. Our kiss lasted and lasted. Heaven had a whole new meaning for me now.

Our lips parted from each other, eyes opened we looked at each other. He smiled, took my hand, and said, “You know what I want to do now but first pick up our clothes so Mom won't know.” In seconds with shorts and t-shirts in one hand, I reached once again and took his. It felt so good to be naked with my father, who would soon be my lover.

He whispered the words I longed to hear. “Let's go make love.”

Part 3
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As dad and I padded naked down the hall to my room, he squeezed my hand and asked, "Are you nervous?"

I looked at him and smiled maybe a bit weakly, "Yeah, a little." I allowed my gaze to move down his buff body, the strong chest, his flat belly, his rigid six inches of hard man meat swaying gently as we walked. "It's just sooo.... So.... So new."

We reached the open door to my room and entered. Dad stopped, turned and locked the door. "Well, I'm a little nervous myself. I want our first time to be something you'll think about and one day even tell your son about. To calm his fears."

"What!?" I was wondering as the sense of dad's words hit me. I looked at him. "You're kidding, right? Tell my son about me and my dad. Having sex? Not likely." I giggled at the absurdity of such an idea.

"No. Not kidding at all. You'll find out more later but right now I want you." Dad pulled me close into his arms. I moved happily into his embrace marveling at the feeling of our warm flesh sandwiching our hard cocks between our heated bodies. I felt his hard-as-rocks nipples pressing into my chest. I was sure my own stiff little nubs were poking his flesh too.

His arms went around me holding me close to him. I put one arm around his back and the other so that my hand pressed against his head. I wanted this man's mouth on mine.

His head came close and closer. My eyes closed in anticipation of where they were headed. When his warm, dry lips touched mine, it was as though a jolt of electricity went through my body eliciting a slight shudder. He pulled back to look into my eyes. "Are you OK?"

I laughed softly and said to him before closing my eyes again, "Shut up and make love to me, daddy!"

We resumed kissing tenderly our bodies pressed together. This wasn't enough for me though. I wanted complete joining. I wanted my body to just move inside his, making us one. I was so heated! So aroused! I wanted anything this man, this wonderful man could give me. I wanted to be his, totally his with nothing between us.

It was so good, words could not express the joy and delight I felt in the arms of this man, my father, my daddy. He had protected me and always would. It was my turn now to demonstrate fully my love and affection.

Our mouths were open, our tongue dancing to music only they could understand. His hands moved down my back, caressing my flesh with each inch they descended. I moaned slightly into his mouth. His tongue silenced my moans as it pushed in and out like a small penis for my enjoyment. His hands reached my warm, smooth, and bare bottom. One hand on each cheek. I pressed my crotch into his to signal how good they felt as they glided over my welcoming flesh. I could imagine that they were the hands of a buyer of fresh melons, testing my readiness for consumption.

"Mmmm.... Oh, daddy. I love you. I love what you are doing to me. Please. Never let me go. Make me your bitch. I want you to fuck me. Make me yours totally and completely."

"Hmmm...." he whispered back. "Aren't you the young colt ready to be branded as mine."

"More than ready, daddy, my lover." I ground my cock against his signaling my willingness and readiness. Reaching down to cup his balls in one hand, and grip his cock with the other, I looked into his eyes where I saw as much lust as I felt. "Your branding iron is hot. Ready to pierce me and mark me as your colt." I licked my tongue across his lips causing him to pull back slightly and smile.

"You sure are, baby, but let's move slowly and carefully so you can savor your deflowering. There is always time for the final act. Let me make you ready in my own time."

He pulled me close against his strong body, our cocks once again pressed between us. His lips began to hungrily devour mine. I felt his hands move closer together to meet at the crevice between. They stayed thus for a moment, then began to slide the length of that line below which was my pink puckered rose bud. Those hands separated my cheeks like halves of a melon exposing my boy hole to the air. But only momentarily.

Two fingers moved in close then touched my entrance. I shuddered with pleasure from the touch of those digits and awaited the next....! Gasped. ...step. One was moving in a slow sensuous circle around the perimeter. I wriggled against him urging more, and was rewarded as it circled closer coming to rest directly upon it. But only for a few seconds, although it seemed hours to me. Then rubbing back and forth it began to insert itself into the tight muscle resisting its forced entry. My ass was now jerking spasmodically as my lover ground his finger steadily deeper. It seemed also to be stretching my anal ring causing some burning. Still this was the evolution of my eventual mounting.

I wanted to be mounted. I pictured in my mind that I'd be seated upon his crotch, cheeks against his upper thighs. My legs and knees on either side of my steed. I'd be fully impaled upon his love spear buried deeply within my gut. Its size and girth stretching my ring the burning and pain would be gone. Only a sense of fullness within my gut.

In my mind I could visualize me seated there like some trophy he'd only just captured and now wanted all the world to see this prize. His manhood buried within me. His branding iron had struck soundly. His mark was there filling me beyond words.

Seated happily and content willing to remain like this forever, I'd look down at him and smile. "Thank you, my king, for making me completely yours."

His smile was tender as he spoke, his words magic. "Thank you my young prince for taking this path, I've longed to walk with you." He paused then continued. "Now is the final moment when I'll spill my semen into your boy pussy." Having said that, he rolled us both so that he was now atop and I beneath him. With my legs on his shoulders he started our dance of love as his piston pulled almost out and began its first re-entrance until.....

The feeling of his finger being removed returned me to the moment. He picked me up in his arms like his boy bride and carried me to my bed. To our bed this day. Laying me down gently he moved next to me and took me in his arms. "You are such a lovely and loving boy. My boy. My son."

Our mouths reconnected, our tongues tried to go deeper but being unsuccessful. After a sweet eternity he pulled back and grinned. "What?" I was wondering but not for long for he reached past my lips to my neck where he began to nuzzle, lick, kiss and nip. "Oh!" I cried out in surprise. He continued drawing more gasps and cries from me. "Oh, daddy! More! Oh, daddy. More!" I was wriggling and writhing on the bed as he plied me with his lips and tongue, kissing his way down to my chest. Even more pleasure was to follow.

One hand found my left nipple. It began to softly and tenderly stroke it lightly. Gawd, how much better another hand than mine for nipple work. Then his mouth found my other stiff nipple, closed around it and began to softly suckle while his tongue danced around the stiff little gadget. Such an unexpected bolt of pleasure caused my back to arch in an attempt to get more tit into his mouth. My head was thrown back against the pillow as I cried out in senseless babble the delight I was feeling.

"How do you like this, my young colt? To have my fingers tweaking your young tit. It's so hard! So delightfully stiff. Begging for my touch." I was writhing, lost in the intense pleasure, I'd never experienced before. It changed suddenly when he removed his fingers from that nipple and his mouth descended over it to kiss and suckle. The gentle suck, release of his nursing upon my chest felt marvelous but even better when his hand found my balls and began to massage them.

"Ohhhh...." I cried. The total, erotic, and forbidden pleasure my father was giving me. Teaching me about making love to a man. So this was what sex between father and son was like. My hands stroked his hair as he nestled against my chest, and his mouth pulled at my tittie. His hand now left my nuts to close around my cock where it gently pulled the foreskin back.

After seemly endless licks and sucks, he raised his head from my chest to look down my belly at the scene below. "You have a truly beautiful cock, honey," he said. "Straight, uncut, when it's fully grown, yours will be longer than mine." As I'd hoped he moved down my body his head shielding his progress toward my boyhood. Stopping a short distance from it, his tongue lapped out to collect the drops of precum. The anticipation of this moment was so arousing. My father was about to take my cock into his mouth and suck me until I shot all my hot, sticky semen onto his tongue. Just like Jerry had done for me. I awaited that amazing moment when his lips would close around my cock head and he'd bring me after a long build up to a shattering conclusion of sperm and cum.

But that didn't happen. Instead he held my stiff rod in his fingers while his tongue caressed the head. His mouth was over it breathing warm exciting breaths. "Oh, daddy! I need you! I need your mouth to suck me," I cried out.

He raised up so that he could look back at me. "Patience, young colt. Patience. You'll be rewarded in a moment. Let me have my fun too." Then he returned to torture my penis.

Finally after several hours of this, or was it mere moments, he moved up to sit next to my hips. "That was really good. But now I'm ready for the main dish. I think you are too." I was brought to even greater visions of what I hoped for, my father's cock in my mouth. I was so hungry for that piece of meat. My mouth was watering in anticipation.

He returned his mouth to my cock but not to suck! "Oh, daddy!" my mind groaned as his tongue moved down further to lick my balls. As it did, I felt his finger move between my cheeks, probing, probing. More laps fed my pleasure meter before it left my balls to move even lower following the trail that that led from gonads to.... "Oh, my Gawd!" I crooned. "Are you really going to sample that nasty hole?" I whispered to myself, unaware that he had heard me. He chuckled knowing that I was aware of his plan.

Down, down. Lower and lower his mouth moved until I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks to spread them making the pink puckered entrance available to his mouth and tongue. I felt his head move between that crevice so that his tongue could begin working it's magic. I'd probed that hole many times while showering fingering it enjoying the way my finger could slip into it. While I experienced little pleasure from the touching, the erotic knowledge that I was doing this dirty little act gave me a thrill.

But it was nothing like what my daddy's tongue felt like. When it touched that magic spot, it was as though an electric jolt shot through me radiating out from that hot point. I jerked spasmodically in response and heard that chuckle. "You like having your ass hole rimmed, don't you, my son?" A rhetorical question at best. "Of course I did daddy, dear," I thought as his tongue lapped up and down the length of that crack separating my two cheeks, now available for my father's mouth and tongue.

I was shivering from the intensity of this new experience. Groaning, moaning, I tried to remain quiet so my lover could teach me more about love. His tongue once again found my pucker and probed, pushed. I tried to relax to let him gain further depth. His muffled contribution to the enjoyment he was feeling matched my own more vocal cries. I could only hope that no one was standing outside my closed door hearing the song of sensual delights.

He pulled back from his delightful task to look at me. "I think you're ready," he said softly looking at me with such love in his eyes and that satisfied smile. "Reach over to your night stand and hand me that bottle of hand lotion."

Turning my head, I realized that somehow that bottle had been placed there without me knowing it. Stretching up until my fingers contacted it, I lifted and brought it back. "Here, daddy." As I did, I felt him move forward to open my thighs. My ass hole was now opened for anyone to see.

He took the proffered bottle. "Thanks, baby. I've so longed for this moment. Even before you were born. When I used to fantasize about being with a young boy as I am now." Pressing the top, he squeezed out some lotion which he reached down between my opened cheeks to touch my puckered entrance. Rubbing with his fingers he spread the lotion around it, then reached deeper penetrating my anus. I gasped and jerked from his unexpected invasion. "You like that, don't you?" he said without looking up at me.

"Yes," I whispered. "More. Do it again." And he did. Repeatedly taking more lotion he pressed it deeper inside me. First one finger, then two. Upon addition of his second digit, I moaned whether in pleasure or pain, I know not. "Gotta stretch that beauty so you'll like what I'm doing to you."

Again he took more lotion, but when he tried to push three fingers into my hole, my body reacted, jerking in an attempt to escape this torture. "Uhh! Dad, that hurts!"

"Yes for the moment there is pain, but when you relax and push like you're trying to poop, you'll open your muscle so I can get these three in." I tried to do as he bade and to my surprise, his fingers slipped in with less pain, though a sense of burning remained.

Finally he withdrew his fingers. Looking at me, he smiled and said, "This is the moment I've longed for, Larry. I have jacked off so many times seeing in my mind this fantasy that is even now becoming reality." His words confused me but at the same time delighted me. I did not see when he squeezed one more dose of lotion onto his hand. I was not watching as he spread it over his straining hardness. I was not aware of anything but being on my back, with my thighs spread wide when.....

I gasped again when the cold, lotion covered tip of his cock head contacted my hole. My eyes flew open to see his own countenance glowing with happiness as his penis pushed deeper. "Uhhhh..." I groaned feeling that unstoppable rod pushing deeper, spreading my virgin anus ring.

"It's alright," he whispered calming me for a moment. He had stopped, waiting for my hole to accept its new width. Then he pushed forward again. A jolt of pain shot through my ass. My head flew backward as I tolerated his continued forward invasion. "Just a bit more," he said. When I opened my eyes I saw him looking down. Watching as fraction by fraction of an inch his manhood gained further entrance. Pausing once more he looked up at me. "I'm almost in, honey." Pausing, then continuing, "Just a little more." With those words he pushed once more. My ring seemed to be at the point of tearing. The Pain! Oh, my Gawd, the Pain.

He had stopped once more. When I could finally tolerate this last attack, I opened my eyes to see his grinning face. "I'm in, baby. My cock head is in." Sighing my body relaxed sufficiently to enjoy the new feeling of fullness it was experiencing. The pain receded, replaced now by a feeling of fullness.

"Feels good," I softly mumbled.

"I know. More than you can know. I know too." He lowered his body to contact mine, his hands supporting his full weight. My legs move to surround his waist, holding him to me. After a moment, he pushed further, this time my ring now stretched to it's fullest was not sending messages of pain, rather the feeling of his cock sliding more deeply into my gut. It seemed to last and last until I felt his ball sack press against my cheeks.

"I'm in. All the way!" he crowed. "It feels so good. You're so tight."

I wondered if, just for a moment, if these were the same words he'd spoken to my mother, the first time he entered her pussy. But those thoughts were washed away as he pulled backward leaving a vacuum in its wake. "Uh!" I gasped with this surprising loss of his hardness. I gripped him in my arms. "No, don't go."

He remained silent as he pulled back until only his head remained within me, then began the slow sensuous re-insertion into my boy hole. I sighed in relief now anticipating his love dance. He started slowly but began to speed up his thrusts until he was pounding away at my ass. I responded to his thrusts with pushed back to meet his lovely rod of flesh pummeling my hole. We were both moaning in pleasure, the occasional words of love exchanged.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. With each stroke of his hard cock over my G-spot it became stronger. "I'm cumming, dad!" I whispered as he didn't slacken his pace one iota. And surely I did. I felt my cock twitch once, twice, thrice. Cum shot between us lubricating our back and forth action. He said nothing. Just that chuckle.

On and on he went. Opening my eyes briefly to gaze at the face of this man who was fucking me. Oh my Gawd! My father was fucking me! I saw beads of sweat running down his straining face. I'd lost track of time in this new universe of sensual love making. Taking each of his thrusts slapping against my buttocks, I could not imagine an ending. But it happened.

"I'm cumming, honey. I'm going to breed you. Fill you with my cum." He groaned and plunged into me with such force that it seemed to move both of us up the bed. I felt such a thrill with the pulsing of his cock as his semen poured into me with jolt after jolt of contractions. Of course, even this conclusion of wonder ended as well. He collapsed upon me, his full weight pressing me down. For a moment I could not breath such was his weight. His chest heaving he rested for a moment then raised himself once more.

His face reached for mine and our lips met in a victory salute. It was a soft kiss prolonged until he separated from me. I gasped as the truth hit me. "You took my cherry, dad. You fucked me." I didn't know whether to shout or simply hug him.

Suddenly I was aware of his diminishing penis and my anal ring squeezing, forcing it out. I felt it flop against my ass cheeks, its soft warmth feeling so nice. The conclusion to our first love making session.

He rolled off of me to lay in my arms. "Wow," he said looking at me. "You are one hot fuck."

"And you're one hot fucker." I grinned back.

Our lips met yet again for a passionate kiss. I marveled at how delightful it was kissing a man like I'd fantasized kissing a girl. As our tongues met to dance once again, I could feel the slow trickle of dad's sperm oozing from my anus onto my left thigh.

Separating, he looked at me with such a serious mien, and when he spoke his words were soft and tender. He ran his hand over my cheek. Our eyes locked on each other. "I've so dreamed for many years of this moment. This time when I'd make you my lover, not just my son." He smiled so warmly and tenderly making my heart seem to melt with love for this man.

"Daddy, what do you mean that you wanted to make me your lover, to fuck me?"

"I guess this is the best time to tell you about a desire, some would call it an unnatural desire but I disagree. Many men, if not most, find themselves wondering and even fantasizing about sex with their children. I'm one. So is Todd's dad.

How this all began I cannot say exactly. Each Saturday morning my family would go down town and being old enough, they let me off with the caution to return by a certain time. My habit was to go to a local ice cream shot which also sold magazines. They were arranged in six levels, the most interesting being on the top. I'll tell you also that back then "Playboy" and others had not yet been written. Miss December was years away.

At 11 I was tall enough to reach the magazines in the top row. The first three mag's were uninteresting. Then I found IT!. A real jolt to my imagination when I pulled down a copy of a nudist magazine! I was continuously horny so the front cover caused my cock to twitch and me to gasp.

That cover, I've long ago forgotten what it was called. Only the word "nudist" jumped out at me. The cover showed only a nice picture of a camping area. But opening it my eyes were dazzled by the naked people. Adults, children, even babies. Naked. All naked! It was the boys and girls that set my heart to pounding. Taking this new prize to the counter, the clerk didn't reprimand me for my selection, but took my offered cash. I used the magazine for many erotic jack off sessions. That's the way I began to lust after younger kids and as I grew older to boys. The more I looked at those pictures, the more I became attracted to boys, losing interest in girls. When your mom became pregnant, I so wanted a boy and now I have you."

"Wow, dad! So are you a... a.... queer?"

"Mostly, I guess. Not really sexually interested in women other than your mother. We still make love regularly but I'm the one who usually initiates it. I think in a few years her interest will decline even more. But now that I have you for loving, I won't miss her pussy so much."

I was a little shocked when he used that forbidden word: pussy. Then I looked him directly in the eyes and asked in a tremulous tone, "Does that mean I'm... queer too?"

He chuckled. "Not at all, son. I'll bet you'll still get a hard on when you think of that Beth girl you've mentioned. Right?" He pushed my shoulder.

I blushed and mumbled, "I guess so." Even now I could picture Beth in my mind with all her clothing gone and felt my prick twitch. Dad's hand lightly stroke my growing hardness.

"I thought so," dad said. "Son, sucking a few cocks or being fucked or fucking my ass, won't make you queer. At this stage in your life, you are a bisexual. That word means you like both boys and girls."

Our reverie was broken by a knocking at my door. "Larry, can I com in?"

Shocked by this intrusion, I said, "I'm naked. Getting ready to go into the shower."

"Well, I've seen you naked lots of times, honey. What can one more time do?"

I thought she was serious. "I'm going into the shower, mom. Coming out now." Dad moved quietly out of my bed and into my closet. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, opened the door and stepped out past mom. "See?" I said. "Shower time."

As I was walking down the hall the the open bathroom door, she said, "You need to open your window, honey. It really needs to get the smell out." I looked at her just before entering the bathroom. She was smiling at me with that look that said, "I know what you've been doing."

"OK, mom, right after I get out." I closed and locked the door, not wanting anyone to accidentally step in. "What good are closed doors?" I asked myself. "If they don't signal 'occupied'?"

I had turned on the water for it to warm when mom knocked. "Where's your dad? He didn't answer when I called."

"Went for a walk I think," I said as the water reached proper temp and I stepped in. I took the hair wash, and after dousing my head to wet it, rubbed the shampoo in. As I did, my mind went back to my bedroom where my dad had taken me, seduced me, and made great anal love to me. The thought of him atop me, my legs folded around him, I felt my cock and nipples harden. Looking down at the throbbing tool poking out from my groin, I happened to notice the remnants of my cum still decorated my belly and chest. Gawd! Mom surely most have seen that. She was no dummy. She probably knew I'd cum on myself. But it was spread all over my belly and chest. Would she put these facts together to think of sex with dad? I shook my head. I shook my head. 'I'm more than ready,' I thought. Nah. Too improbable. Too far fetched. Besides I am always talking about girls. All signals broadcasting: straight boy. Dismissing any remaining thoughts and concerns about dad and me having sex were washed from my mind as the body wash was rinsed from my body.

My raging hard on was another matter. It was so hard. It all but begged for release so being the horny boy that I was, I soaped up my hand and stroked it to completion watching as the gouts of cum shot from my cock decorating the wall of the shower. While I let my balls drain, I washed down the evidence of semen release. Satisfied with my clean up, I stepped from the shower to towel dry. Once this was done, I wrapped it around my waist, unlocked and opened the door to head back to my room.

Once inside I checked the closet. Dad was gone. Hope he got out without discovery.

End of part 3

Good grief! Sex with a man who is also his father! How bad can this story get? Who will be the next lucky guy to seduce and ride Larry? Stay tuned.

Posted: 11/02/12