Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:38:29 -0700
From: Nanaimo Hard <nanaimo_hard@hotmail.ca>
Subject: Our New Son Part 1

(Although based on true events, the following characters are fictional. If
you do not want to read about sex acts between minors, piss off. If you
like what you read, e-mail me at nanaimo_hard@hotmail.com Want more? Write,
dammit!)

Author's Note: The following is a sequel of sorts to a story I wrote here
about 10 years ago
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/boys-of-summer).  Re-read it
recently, and felt that it could use a follow-up, so here it is!

Chapter 1

When I was 14, I had sex with a man for the first time. Well, a fellow
boy. His name is Scott, and ever since, we had been together. Secretly at
first, because we lived in a small-minded town, then more openly when we
moved away. We lived together in a small house with a private access to the
local river, where clothing was optional once you got in the door. Although
we were in love, we understood the need to vary up our sex lives with
additional partners...one of which included Scott's younger brother Ricky
who'd been involved in our early escapades and remained a welcome addition
to our lovemaking sessions along with his own boyfriend Toby.

One day, I had just come home from my wage-slave job (what it was isn't
important, let's just leave it at it sucked), and found Scott sitting on
the couch, with a bow around his cock. I immediately ran over to him, put
my arms around him and asked what the occasion was.

"Don't you realize?" He smiled.

"Uhhh....you're going to have to give me a hint."

He put a hand to my face. "Summer, 10 years ago."

I ran a hand up his naked back, and it hit me. "Oh. OH!"

He looked up at me and gave me a dazzling smile. "I just can't believe
we've been together for ten amazing years."

I smiled back at him. "Me either." and I kissed him, hard. He responded
forcefully, tearing at my shirt and pants. I gasped as he swallowed my
cock. "Oh god, that feels so fucking good." I held the back of his head,
and slid my cock in and out of his mouth. He loved when I did that. I
slapped my cock on his face, leaving splats of precum. He looked at me with
lust in his eyes as I knelt down to lick them off.

Our mouths found each other again, and we wrapped our bodies together,
cocks pressed hard against each other. "Happy anniversary stud." he
whispered in my ear before running his tongue around it. "Now lay back for
me."

Smiling at him, I complied. He kissed me again, running his tongue along
mine, before starting to kiss and lick his way along my body, sending
shivers of delight running through me. He skirted around my cock, and
licked his way down one leg, sucking on my toes in turn, before moving to
the other leg and repeating it in reverse. When he reached my groin, he
rand his hands under my ass and lifted me up. I instinctively put my legs
up on his shoulders, knowing what he wanted.

Almost instantly I felt the familiar and always welcome sensation of
Scott's talented tongue working my ass. I moaned loudly as he tongue-fucked
me, almost making me cum right then and there. But that wasn't his goal. He
sat up, keeping my ankles on his shoulders, and with a well-practiced
movement he slid effortlessly into me with a groan. As he started pumping,
he reached up and started pinching at my nipples, something that had driven
me wild since the first time we fucked.

"Oh god, this will never get any better, will it??" I gasped out.

"Of course it will!" Scott grinned wolfishly as I began to cum from his
backdoor assault. "Always leave room for improvement!" A minute later, he
shot his load deep inside me and collapsed on top of me, kissing me
again. I felt his deflating cock slide slowly out of me, followed by a
trickle of his cum.


Chapter 2

Later that night, we were curled in bed together, naked as usual. Ever
since we'd first had sex, we slept side by side in the nude. We usually
woke up with one or the other of us gripping the other's cock or knuckle
deep in their ass. I was just starting to drift off, when I heard a noise
from the kitchen. I grabbed a bathrobe we kept around for just this sort of
occasion, and quietly made my way out there.

I was shocked to discover a young man going through our fridge. He was
filthy, but through the layers of grime he looked to be about 14, 15, or a
mature looking 13. Hair that might have been blonde before the dirt got to
it, I couldn't see his eyes from where I was standing. I cursed to myself
mentally as I'd apparently forgotten to lock the door. I cleared my
throat. "Something I can help you with?"

The boy whipped around, looking terrified beyond belief. He stumbled
backwards, fell on his ass and began to cry. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just s-so
hungry!"

I quickly walked over and knelt beside him (being careful that nothing
flopped out of the robe). "Hey, it's ok kid. I understand. Who are you?
Where are your parents?"

He sniffed. "I-I dunno where my parents are. I'm a foster kid, but the
family I was with kept hitting me. The case people thought I was making it
up, so I ran off."

Damn, I thought. No kid should have to go through that. "Ok. What's your
name?"

"T...Taylor." he choked out. He was starting to get the tears under
control. It was about then that Scott showed up.

"Uh, Ron? Who's this?"

"One second Scott. Taylor, no one here is going to hurt you. I want you to
wait right here while we talk, okay?"

"O...okay." He wrapped his arms around himself, while I guided Scott out of
the room and filled him in.

"Shit, poor kid. What do we do?"

"I say we get him cleaned up, give him some food, and go from there. I
mean, if he's telling the truth, and to be honest I think he's too scared
to lie, I'm hesitant to call the cops right away in case they send him
right back to that foster family."

"Okay. We'll get him to a doctor and get him checked out in the
morning. Jessie'll probably make a house call for us." Jessie was a
sometimes-lady friend of Scott's who'd just gotten her doctorate the year
before.

I went back into the kitchen, knelt back down beside Taylor. "Are...are you
going to call the police?" he asked timidly.

"No. If anything we want to help you." I told him with a smile. "Aside from
some food, you look like you could use a shower. Well, actually, you look
like you could use a fire hose." Taylor laughed at that. "We have a friend
who's a doctor, we're going to have her come take a look at you in the
morning, she won't call the cops either." Taylor smiled at me, I finally
noticed that his eyes were a slate grey. "Let's get those rags you're
wearing off, get you cleaned up, kay?"

"Okay. You won't hurt me, will you?"

"Never." I gave him my best reassuring smile, which he shyly returned.


Chapter 3

I led Taylor to our bathroom, told him to go ahead and get cleaned up. His
clothes looked beyond saving, so I told him that we'd get him some fresh
clothes in the morning, and for now he could wear some of ours. He agreed,
seeming to realize that his clothes were a loss. He shut the bathroom door,
and once I heard the bath running, I went to our closet and grabbed a pair
of sweatpants and a hockey jersey. I went back to the bathroom, heard Scott
cracking some eggs, and knocked. "Y..yes?" I heard Taylor call. Shit, even
now the poor kid was terrified.

"Just me. I have those fresh clothes for you."

"Oh..okay." I heard the water stop, and heard his wet feet slap against the
floor. The door opened a crack, I passed the clothes through. "If the pants
are too big in the waist, just use the drawstring." I suggested. From my
angle, I could see him in the mirror...and was horrified. The poor kid was
almost skeletal, and there were fading bruises all over his back. I swore
if I ever met the bastard who could do this...I shook my head to clear
it. "When your dressed, come back to the kitchen, we've got some food for
you."

The door opened the rest of the way, and Taylor came out, looking like he
was wearing a tent. It damn near broke my heart. "Why are you doing all
this?" he looked at me timidly.

"Well, we commit to one good deed a year on this exact day, so you got very
lucky." I smiled to show him it was a joke. "Nah, we're good people, and I
hate to see anyone hurt."

When he reached the table, he wolfed down the eggs and toast Scott had
prepared. "Slowly!" I told him. "You'll give yourself cramps." he nodded
and slowed down accordingly.

"We don't have a spare bed, but you can have the couch if you like?" Scott
offerred.

Taylor looked confused. "There...there's only one bed in the house?"

Scott suddenly looked mildly guilty as he realized he'd just outed us to
this young boy. I took over the conversation. "Unfortunately, yeah."

"So...you guys are..."

"Bisexuals." I said. "Do you know what that means?"

"I think so.." Taylor said thoughtfully.

"How old are you, Taylor?" Scott asked.

"I'm 13." He looked at us. "I don't even know your names..." he started to
tear up again. "You two are so nice to me and I don't even know who you
guys are."

"I'm Ron, this is Scott." I said. Taylor had finished his meal and looked
at us. He seemed exhausted, and I couldn't blame him.

"Thank you Ron and Scott." he smiled, it really was a beautiful smile.

"No problem." I returned the smile, ignoring the tingle that his smile had
sent through me. "Now, why don't you get some rest, and in the morning
we'll get you checked out and get some fresh clothes for you."

"Okay." Scott had grabbed a blanket and some extra pillows, and got Taylor
set up on the couch. We wished him a good night, then went back to our
room.

"Poor guy." I said with a sigh. I went to our dresser and removed a pair of
underwear. Wasn't really proper that I be naked all the time with this kid
in the house. I tossed a pair to Scott.

"Yeah." he agreed. "So what's the plan then?"

"Well, after you call Jessie, I'll call work and tell them I have a family
emergency..might have to use up some vacation time, but that's okay."
(Scott worked from home, so he didn't have that problem.) "After that...I
really have no idea. But I won't let him be sent back to that
bastard. Scott, you should see his back..what that fucker did to him..."

"Okay, I gotcha. Maybe he's one of our distant cousins? Needs a place to
stay?"

I thought it over. "Maybe. It might work. We'll have to talk to him about
it in the morning." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door move the
tiniest crack, and thought I saw a glimmer of a slate-colored eye. The
tingle came back. I laid down, and curled up with Scott. I knew with this
kid in the house, we couldn't really get up to anything for the time being,
but Scott was still my lover. And did it excite me that he seemed to be
watching us? It certainly did. I kissed Scott. "Thank you for working with
me on this."

He smiled at me. "No problem." He slid a hand over my ass. "Damn, been so
long since either of us wore underwear this long in the house, I almost
forgot how sexy you look in those briefs." He grabbed my ass hard enough to
make me gasp.

"Back atcha." I whispered and nuzzled his neck. Just before I fell asleep,
I saw the slate grey eye move away.


Chapter 4

Scott let me sleep in and called both Jessie and my job to let them know
the situation. In fact, Jessie had come and gone before I woke up, which
was unfortunate because I liked her as much as Scott did. Scott did relay
to me that Taylor wasn't seriously hurt, just heavily bruised and most of
those were already healed. She told Scott to give me a big kiss for taking
care of Taylor, which he woke me up with.

"Mmmm...morning stud." I smiled at him, feeling my briefs tent. "How's
Taylor?"

"Good, just wolfing down some more food. Figure we'll order pizza tonight
as a treat for him."

"Okay. Sounds good." I grabbed some pants and a shirt. "He say anything
else?"

"He thanked me a lot, said he couldn't believe how nice we were being to
him."

"I think he was peeping at us last night when we were kissing." I said
thoughtfully.

"Well, he did ask a few questions about our situation. Said he knew someone
in the foster program who was gay, and I explained that we like both guys
and girls."

"Hm." I left the bedroom, and was damn near tackled in a hug.

"Thank you Ron, thank you so much." Taylor was almost crying again.

"Hey, it's ok champ." I smiled at him, and gently hugged him back. "Now
listen, we want to help as much as we can, and make sure you don't end up
at that foster home again. So if anyone asks you're my cousin, okay?"

"Okay!" He smiled at me.

"Alright, I just need some breakfast, then we'll head to the mall, get some
clothes and stuff for you, kay?"

"Sounds good!" I went into the kitchen and he tagged along, sitting close
to me while I had some toast and milk. He was looking intently at me, "Can
I ask you guys some questions Ron?"

"Shoot." I smiled at him.

"How long have you guys been together?"

"Ten years yesterday." I laughed.

"You don't look that old." he observed.

"Thank you. We're not. We became a couple when we were a little older than
you." Scott laughed.

Taylor's jaw dropped a bit. "Wow." he paused for a moment. "H..how did you
guys know you were..."

"Bi?" I finished for him. "Well, I'd suspected something was going on with
me for a few years. I'd fantasized about being with an man off and on."

"As far as me, I dunno when I knew...I just knew that Ron was the one for
me." Scott laughed.

Taylor thought that over. "Is thinking about guys like that a normal sign?"

I shrugged. "I guess so. Why, is it something you find yourself doing,
Taylor?"

He blushed. "Um. Sometimes." He fidgeted in his seat a bit.

I made a jump in logic. "Is that why you were looking at us last night,
Taylor?"

He recoiled a bit. "You..you saw?" He trembled a bit. "I didn't mean to
pry, I was just wondering because I'd thought of it sometimes, I really
didn't mean anything..."

"Hey, it's okay to be curious." I smiled at him. "If I hadn't been curious,
I never would've fallen for this stud over here."

Taylor smiled back, then put his hand on my thigh. I didn't know how to
respond, and from the expression on his face, neither did Scott.

"Um, Taylor...what are you doing?" I stammered.

"I just want to thank you so much for all you're doing for me..." he
whispered, then leaned in and kissed me. I gasped as I tasted this young
man. He put a hand on my chest. He broke away briefly and smiled at me
again. I suddenly felt so protective of this boy, as if he were our
own. And I guess he was at that point our boy. Smiling at me, he put one
hand on my cock, and reached over and grabbed Scott's with his other hand.

"After I saw you guys in bed, I had to play with myself. I'd never seen
anything like it." he whispered. "Will you teach me?"

Scott and I were flabbergasted. Keep in mind that Scott is a man who has
sex with his brother, and didn't know what to do. He knelt down next to
us. "Taylor, I don't know..."

"I do." he said. "That was part of the reason my foster dad hit me...he
found a journal I was keeping where I talked about older men."

Considering that older men had been my fantasy before Scott, I found myself
relating. I also found myself tenting my pants. Taylor leaned over and
kissed Scott now. When he broke away, Scott had an equal-sized bulge in his
pants.

I looked Taylor in the eye. "Taylor...if we do this...."

"I won't tell anyone! I promise!" he pleaded."I just..I always wanted my
first time to be with older guys, and you two have been so good to me, and
you're into guys..." he trailed off, then stood up and pulled his shirt
off. "Just promise you won't hurt me on purpose."

God damn, we'd been seduced by a 13 year old. Because I found myself
holding him and kissing him now. Scott joined us, and all of our tongues
were joined. Taylor opened my shirt and took a nipple into his mouth making
me gasp with delight.

"Let's move into the bedroom I think." I whispered, and picked up our new
treasure. Scott followed us, in a trance. I lay this young beautiful man on
the bed we shared and lay next to him.

"Ron...can I ask something?"

"Anything."

"Um..this is kinda weird, but I never knew my own dad...and I know that I'm
supposed to be your cousin when we're out...but when we're here...will you
be my daddy?" he looked at Scott apologetically. "It's just...he was right
there, you know?"

Scott smiled. "Well...considering my relationship with my family, I guess
it's ok if Ron has a son to play with."

Taylor looked at me. "Please, daddy?"

The perverseness of the idea made me so horny at that moment, I couldn't
help but agree."Of course son."

"Will you teach me, daddy?"

"Absolutely son. Lay back." He did so, and I eased the joggers I'd loaned
him off of him, leaving him totally naked in front of me. His young cock
was about 5 inches long. I knelt in front of the bed. "If you want me to
stop, just say so." I heard Scott undressing behind me.

"It's okay daddy. Please." Hearing that, I couldn't refuse, and swallowed
his cock whole. His back arched and he moaned loudly. I ran my tongue over
his young balls, down to his hairless pucker. He squealed with delight as I
began to fuck him with my mouth. I looked up from between my new son's legs
and saw him playing with my lover's exposed body. After a few moments, I
eased a finger into him. Oh god he was tight. The penetration made him
squeal again, I could tell he loved it.I slid another finger in, and began
to pump gently.

"How does that feel? Ok?"

"Oh god daddy it feels so good!" He moaned loudly. I watched him lean
forward and tentatively lick at Scott's engorged head. One taste and he was
hooked apparently because now he was tryind to fit the whole thing in
there, moaning loudly around it. I stood up, and lined my cock up with his
virgin ass.

"Taylor, are you sure?"

Feeling what I was doing, he dragged himself away from Scott's cock and
looked in my eyes. "Yes daddy, please fuck me." That was all the invitation
I needed, and began feeding him my cock. It must have felt enormous,
because Taylor gave a shout...but not of pain. He gasped. "More daddy
please put your whole big cock inside me." I slid the rest of the way in,
making him shout again. I didn't know how long I could last...I hadn't been
in an ass this tight since I was 14 and drilling Scott's brother for the
first time. But I resolved to make it a memorable fuck for my new son.

I bent down and kissed him hard while I began to pump. God he tasted so
good. I took one of his hands in mine and lead it back to Scott, and we
alternated sucking his dick while I ravished this beautiful boy. He held
out pretty long for a virgin, about 5 minutes. He gasped that he was
cumming, which began to set me and Scott off.

"Oh daddy, don't cum in me, I want to taste it, please daddy."

How could I resist that? I pulled out and came with a scream deep in
Taylor's mouth. Taylor was spraying boy cum all over him and me...Scott
gasped that he was going to cum, so I wrapped my mouth around him, and let
him blast his load into my mouth, which I kissed back to Taylor. We
collapsed in a heap.

"I..I think we don't need to worry..about clothes shopping...any more..." I
panted.