Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2015 15:48:06 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <bradmanlawrence@gmail.com>
Subject: Walk that mile. Part 1

Walk that mile.  Part 1


I'm a writer with an healthy circulation and used to pondering the question
"Where to begin?" but now I'm not at all sure where things started so
perhaps I need to concentrate instead on HOW they began.  Some would
suggest I revisit my early childhood and formative years but in this case
perhaps it's best to accept things at face value, for example I've long
known of my weakness for smooth young bodies that for a time was satisfied
by a nubile wife, that she then moved on while delegating to me the care of
our offspring is another story.  No matter, the events in question
transpired perhaps a year after the separation, perhaps they would have
occurred anyway, who can tell?

So, I suppose that like most parents I fondly imagined my stock of
pornography to be reasonably secure and like everyone else underestimated
the inquisitiveness of the 12 year old male?  Anyway, needing to retrieve
some medication from the bedside table I was startled to find the place
occupied, there hunched over and intent was what appeared to be my son
Aidan. I moved closer, a glossy page lay open before him and it was this
that seemed to hold his attention, suspicion grew and then I noticed his
spare hand busy between his legs.  As I watched the hand made some
adjustment at his waist then with an impatient tug his pants descended and
he resumed playing with himself.  Indignation had been my first feeling on
coming across this scene but now I paused..I'd never before appreciated the
pert little bottom before me and then curiosity piqued me - which magazine
was it that had him so engrossed for I knew that my collection presented a
rather mixed bag?  Carefully I risked a quick peek and surprise, surprise
he'd gone for something "different", a part of young teen experimentation I
suppose but I knew that the publication in question portrayed allegedly
chance encounters between boys and older men - usually in public toilets.
Now, how to extricate myself with minimum trauma to my little boy?  Softly
I tiptoed back through the door, he remaining totally oblivious and just a
few paces beyond turned and gave a slight cough.  Frantic rustling noises
could be heard and a draw closed, as I entered the room, there he was
trying to look casual but all flushed and embarrassed "Just looking for
some sewing stuff Dad!".  I nodded then went to the drawer.

Aidan was by then crimson, helplessly he watched as I retrieved the
magazine, I put a finger to my lips and muttered "Quietly, your sister and
that friend of hers are outside, we don't want them to know - do we now?"
He visibly relaxed knowing that I obviously regarded him as a
co-conspirator.  "Let's talk about it, it's important, yes it's quite
normal for boys of your age to show an interest in these things but I want
to be sure that you don't assume that it's OK to hang around public
lavatories too, sure it looks like fun and it's a bit of a turn on watching
what gets done to them, isn't it?"  Aidan nodded sheepishly then glanced up
in surprise, it had only just occurred to him that I obviously enjoyed
looking at the pictures too!  I spoke reassuringly "Here let's have a look,
ask me any questions as we go - if you like?"  Patting the bed I sat down
and opened the first page, Aidan settle self consciously beside me.  Of
course the first couple of pages were just a clumsy prelude showing the
young hero pretending to be apprehensive at the approaches of a larger,
older man but eventually of course they moved to a cubicle where with zips
undone they began mutual masturbation - both furiously erect.  By then
Aidan's attention was totally focused on the page "Sexy isn't it and pretty
harmless too of course?"  Aidan gulped by way of reply, I guessed his
throat was already dry.  The next page detailed further developments, the
older man had undone the boy's pants and had exposed the boys buttocks,
these he clasped in both hands obviously in the act of fondling them.

I glanced down between Aidan's legs, yes there was the bulge, I gently
reached for it "Don't know about you but, as for me, I'm feeling rather
uncomfy like this, here this will help" and I slid his zipper down,
unresisting he lay back while I did so, I then attended to myself.  By now
we were lying side by side as I held up the magazine.  "Nice isn't
it...he's got a really cute little bum too....would be a lovely feel?"
From the corner of my eye I could see Aidan playing with himself. After a
couple of attempts he got the words out "Yeah, I was wondering..didn't get
any further....will he get...fucked?"  I told him I thought that he
probably would but first (and here I turned the page) well, here he is
being 'given finger'.  The boy now posed with hands placed on the cubicle
wall and stood with his buttocks thrust out while the larger man penetrated
him digitally, smiling the boy looked back over his shoulder to signal his
approval.  "Wow....that looks...sexy..I mean look at those cheeks, all sort
of.. ripe...an' firm, round...yeah!"  Absently I answered him..."Well, I
saw yours earlier you know only you weren't paying attention...and they are
just as nice...I wouldn't mind a feel of yours either!"  As I spoke I
delicately felt his prick, carefully caressing around the sensitive knob,
as I did so I felt Aidan's hips arch up and he gave a little gasp. Then I
felt his fingers reach for and grasp my own erection - he began to
masturbate me.

Aidan was glancing at me and smiling uncertainly "Is this OK Dad?  Am I
doing it right....never done it with anyone else before?"  He was slightly
clumsy but the knowledge that a pretty 12 year old was doing it made the
experience delicious "Mmmmm, yesssss that feels so good - how are you going
then, feeling all nice and sexy yet?"  Aidan grinned smugly, gulped and
turned to look me in the eyes again....never knew it could be this good,
feeling really sexy, don't want to cum too soon though, enjoying too much!
You want to...feel me up don't you?  I can turn on my side...like this?"  I
held Aidan close as he pressed against me, with my free arm I began to
fondle his buttocks feeling him shudder as I did so..."Feels nice, so nice
Dad" and they certainly felt as good as they had looked, I enjoyed him for
a while and then reached inside the bedside drawer "Vaseline Aidan, don't
let anyone do anything in you without it....I'm about to give you
finger...see what you think?"  In preparation I traced a finger around his
hole, tickling then probing, teasing "Feels sort of different sexy
there...nice yeah Dad" And then I slowly inserted my finger full
length.."ah, so that's what that boy felt" and his buttocks thrust back as
if to further envelop my finger.  Wow, Aidan was going to be fun!  "Aidan,
in case you are wondering, all this proves that - you don't need to do
risky stuff in public lavatories to have fun!"