Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2011 14:47:48 -0400 From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com> Subject: Bo and Timmy Pt.2 Bo and Timmy Part 2 I get a Son. This was a novelty that I thought might take a long time to wear off. Growing up I had no siblings, so I was a bit like Bo. The big difference was that I had loving parents. I had to think back to what it was like being twelve, and what a twelve year old liked to do and eat. I began to realise that I was taking on a huge responsibility. I had a decent job that I enjoyed, and could still expect another one or two promotions before I reached my zenith. Money, therefore, was not going to be a problem when adding a boy and a dog to my household bills. If his father coughed up maintenance every month I would stick that into a fund for Bo's college education. If he didn't, I thought I could still fund it myself. Long term it didn't look as though money would cause me any problems. My next job was to get all his school stats and register him in a local school. I was lucky here, he would become a latch key kid but this was a decent area so he would be able to walk or cycle to school and be safe. I worked regular hours so I would be home to be with him for supper and some quality time together. "Bo, it looks like we're sorted. I guess we need some rules so that you know what I expect from you, ok?" "Yes Sir." He looked a little apprehensive. My guess was that at home there were no rules, he just had to make sure he didn't annoy his father. "Did your dad ever beat you when you were naughty?" A nod, and an embarrassed look. "What kind of things were you punished for and what form did the punishment take?" "I don't know, I think it was just a matter of what mood he was in, I never really knew what I had done wrong. A slap across the face was pretty common, but when he was being really mean he would take my trousers down and plaster my bottom until I was screaming." "Ok, well that won't happen here unless you are really bad. Rules are fairly simple. Timmy is your responsibility. I will have a dog flap fitted to the back door so that he can get into the yard to do his business, and roam around if the weather is good. I will buy his food but it will be your responsibility to feed him when you come in from school. I will expect you to bath him if he gets dirty or smelly and when his bed gets grungy you give me the blankets to wash. Ok so far?" "Oh yes Sir." "Next, you stop calling me Sir, my name is David, ok again." He nodded. "You keep your room tidy, but we'll clean together at weekends. I'll get you a desk and computer for your room and I expect you to do your school assignments as soon as you come home, then you can play. I guess any more rules we'll make up as we go along. Oh, personal hygiene, I expect you to shower every day, and clean your teeth night and morning. We'll make sure you have enough clothes to be able to put clean underwear and socks on every day and change everything else as you need it." The look should have been photographed for posterity. I found out later that his father only allowed him to bath or shower once a week and changing clothes were the same. In fact he had so few he couldn't have changed every day anyway. No twelve year old was going to be an angel, but Bo brought more joy into my life than I had ever imagined. He pussy footed around me for a few months while he got used to me, but by early summer we were friends, I reckoned. The winter had been harder than normal so I took him to school most days. He had to come home under his own power and it was quite a walk, but he now had all the right clothes so I didn't worry. Timmy started to get fat because he didn't get walks while the weather was so cold. When the weather improved we took to walking the dog before supper and that was when we talked most, me finding out what his day had been like, whether there was anything he needed, and most particularly how his school work was progressing. I knew that at the end of semester I would get his report but I wanted updates all the time. Timmy slimmed down again, Bo put on weight and size, but no fat because he was getting lots of exercise as well, but it was obvious with his small bone structure he was always going to be slim, lucky boy. We slowly became a cohesive unit. For me the best part was having my little bundle of boy to cuddle in the evenings when school work and food were out of the way. I was surprised how easily he appeared to accept his new life style, and for me the best day was when, snuggling up with me one evening, he mumbled into my chest. "I love you David, you're the best dad in the world." I was so surprised I didn't know what to say. My delay in answering was so long that he pulled away from me and looked frightened as he looked up at me. "I'm sorry David," and then he started to cry. "Whoa, no need for tears. I am so flattered and never expected that. I love you too Bo, I think you may be the best thing that has ever happened to me." Tears stopped and the surprised look was transferred from me to him. "I mean it Son, I think of you as my son now so if you want to call me Dad, I'll be very happy." Then the cruncher. He threw himself into my arms and kissed me on the lips. Shock would sum up my feelings adequately. Why, because I couldn't remember ever being kissed on the lips, and I liked it. The kiss lasted a while making me shudder with the emotions it woke in me. I hugged him and told him. "That was amazing, that is the best kiss I have ever had." He grinned at me, snuggled back in close and said, "That's because I love you so much." Over time I learnt why my actions with him had developed his love. Mum was loving, but only when the father wasn't there. The father didn't like him because he was small, and in that stupid man's eyes made his son a faggot. Result was almost total rejection. When he was annoyed or angry about something, usually work related he would slap the boy about, and when he was really upset he would find an excuse to strip him and spank him. The dog had always been a bone of contention between him and his wife so at the first opportunity he threw him out. No doubt Bo would have gone the same way at some time if he hadn't left of his own free will. I shuddered to think what might have happened if I wasn't on my drive as they passed that day. He did well at school, wasn't sporty but didn't get into trouble with the Phys. Ed. people so I presume he carried out his sporting duties adequately. Little guys get bullied, but I didn't see any of that with Bo. He had a few friends that lived locally and he was always happy to go to school. Over the next couple of years I had the joy and pride of a father watching him grow into a pleasant young man. School results were above average so I guessed he would be ok for a college place come the time. Thirteen came and went, as did fourteen. During all that time he had praised me as a dad but continued to call me David. Just after his fourteenth birthday I thought it was time to talk to him about the birds and the bees. I knew it was going to be difficult because I had no firsthand experience. I had never been with a woman, I had never jacked off with buds as I grew up, experience of sex therefore, nil. I needn't have worried. The birds and the bees lecture came from Bo, teaching me about hetero and gay sex. He appeared to know it all, including details of anal intercourse between opposite and same sex partners, I was gobsmacked. "I can demonstrate the gay side if you would like me to David." I nearly fell off my chair. "Uh, I think I can afford to give that a miss young man." He dropped down in front of me, slithered between my legs, and with his arms resting on my thighs looked up at me. "I'd like to David, very much. I've never called you Dad, because I want you to be my lover." Two things registered straight away. He must be very sure of my love to come out with it like this, and secondly he must be gay. Now what do I do? "I'm incredibly flattered Bo, but I've never given sex with you a thought. I love you to kiss me, but I've never detected any sexual undertones." He toppled back on the floor, folded his arms across his chest and said, "You're hopeless, I've been trying to seduce you with my lips for ages." I thought his attitude was so funny, I laughed. He frowned at me to start with before bursting into boyish laughter as well. He jumped up bounced into my lap and planted a kiss on my lips that really did leave me gasping. "Oh God, I love you so much David. If you don't take me as your lover I'm going to be celibate for the whole of my life." "Get off me, you dirty boy. I'm going to strip you, spank you and then throw you out with that worthless mongrel." He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I was laughing. "I knew you didn't mean it, you love Timmy as much as I do." The dog was sat in his bed by the fireplace watching all this, he must have thought we were mad. "Yes, ok, you're right, the dog can stay, you can get naked for a spanking." The little wretch did. He was stood in front of me as naked as the moment he was born, and I realised I had never seen him like this. My eyes watered. He was, to me, so beautiful. Still slim, his skin was unblemished, he looked perfect. He sat down and pulled the skin back on his half erect penis, looking up at me as he did. His mid brown, mid length hair and matching brown eyes on top of a slim, but now quite tall young man were very appealing aesthetically, but I didn't want sex with my son. He could see the love and wonder in my eyes so he jumped up and sat in my lap with his arms around me looking me in the eyes from about three inches. "I love you so much David. Will you let me sleep with you tonight, even if it is only for cuddles." Poor naive fool that I am, I never even considered an underlying agenda. I had my arms around him and could feel the softness of his skin. I just had to stroke it. When I got to the lovely rounded cheeks of his bottom we both gasped. I pulled my hands away quickly. "You had better put some clothes on or I really will spank you." He hopped off me, turned and waggled his butt at me before slipping his briefs back on again. Definitely not fair. His butt was so cute. Almost from the moment he came into my life Bo had made me whole where before I had felt emty and incomplete. He gave my life purpose, bringing him up, caring for him and his dog, loving him, loving to watch him blossom into a young man protected by his knowledge that I loved him. All these things I'm sure he knew, he had never given me a moments heartache. Now this, why hadn't I seen it coming, we had always kissed and cuddled, I never gave it a second thought, but he obviously had, particularly after he had reached puberty. I didn't have a clue how I was going to handle this without upsetting him. I presumed he was gay to have made that advance, but I had never touched him in a sexual way, I know we kissed on the lips but I didn't see that giving him ideas. If he wanted sex I would have thought someone his own age would have been a better bet, I was twenty three years older than him, it was ridiculous. By the time we went to bed I was in a complete funk. When he climbed in alongside me I was rigid with tension. "Relax David, I only want cuddles, just like we do most nights on the sofa, we're just doing it horizontal tonight." `Yes and you naked', I thought Anyway, I did relax and we did cuddle, and it was a wonderful feeling. I had my sleep shorts on so the important bits weren't skin to skin. When I woke up in the morning he was wrapped round me and I could feel his morning wood digging in my thigh. It was early so I just lay there for a while luxuriating in the feel of my son cuddling me. He woke eventually and looked me straight in the eyes. "That was a wonderful night's sleep David. I love you so much that sleeping with you like this is a dream come true." I don't know what made me think of it then, but for two years Timmy had slept with Bo every night. "What happened to Timmy last night?" He giggled and pointed down to his side of the bed. Timmy was in his bed alongside ours. "I brought it in when I cleaned my teeth and told him to stay." I had never known Timmy to disobey Bo, but remaining in his bed instead of being next to Bo in his was, to me, incredible. "Timmy, up here boy." He was on the bed between us faster than I had ever seen him move. He looked at both of us before licking Bo and having to be forced away. I was laughing. What a weird family we were becoming. So, first night, no trauma, we didn't talk about sex, or his morning wood and the next night he slept with me the same. I loved it, having my boy to cuddle was, I felt, the final piece of loving. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was being set up and eventually he made a move. Give him his due, he exercised considerable patience because I think he had been sleeping with me for about six months before he made any advance. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Final part in a couple of days.