Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2007 09:57:51 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: HEAD BOYS DAD AND ME Part four

Hi David, part four.
Paul.

HEAD BOY'S DAD AND ME.
Part Four.
This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for any
reason please leave now. The characters in it are figments of my imagination, but
some of the locations did exist, even if the events described here are an
exaggerated version of what really occurred in them. Because it is a fantasy the
sex will be unprotected; in the real world please practice safe sex.
"I LOVE dirty Timmo!"
I reached out and squeezed his throbbing cock as I squeezed his hand. We'd
reached the wide landing and were out of view of the men below. We were standing
on a deep blue, thick piled carpet. Immediately to our left was a door with a
security key pad on the wall.
"Those doors along the landing are to the offices, and the door opposite
leads to the guest rooms, there's also a door to them in reception."
Timmo explained as he keyed in a code number. The door swung open noiselessly
onto a long hallway carpeted the same as the landing.
"The whole upper storey of this wing is our flat, downstairs are the staff
quarters and kitchen and storerooms. But I'll give you the full tour Sunday,
right now I want to get my mouth around your cock."
I giggled again, then Timmo leaned down and lapped at my precum slimed knob,
I was that hard and excited that my foreskin had stayed lodged behind my
corona. Timmo straightened and cupped his hand around my knob.
"Don't want your precum dripping on the carpet do we? Tom, he's our
housekeeper, would kill us. Come on my room's second on the right, the first door
leads into my bathroom, but it's locked."
Timmo let go of my hand and pulled on my cock, so I followed him to his
bedroom. I heard the door to the landing click shut behind me. Timmo opened his
bedroom door and led me inside, then he let go of my cock, closing the door
behind us. His bedroom was massive around 30ft by 30ft. Facing me the opposite wall
was all wall to ceiling windows, to my left there were all mirrored doors
concealing Timmo's wardrobes. In the middle of the mirrors flanked by two
cabinets, was a king size double bed, with a load of pillows but only a bottom sheet.
Timmo saw my quizzical look and explained.
"Because the temperature of the whole complex is maintained at 20 degrees C I
sleep nude on top of the bed."
I had a sudden thought.
"Er, Timmo, where are your cousins."
Timmo smiled and gave a chuckle before he answered me.
"I have got cousins, like Dad said, but they're not here. That was just a
ploy of my Dad's to put your Mom's mind at ease."
I was getting confused again, but decided to wait for Timmo to explain later.
I wanted to finish checking out his room, then I wanted to eat his cum. Timmo
was sat on his bed watching me as I perused his room. On my right I saw the
door to the bathroom, to its left was shelving for around 10 ft, the shelves
were full of books, CDs and DVDs. Then there was a PC and a full range
entertainment centre on a long desk. I turned and looked at the wall behind me, at head
height there were two lines of artwork, mainly blown-up Hentai and toons, but
with several erotic paintings of men and boys. I started to study them,
especially the ones signed Roger, which were all of moustached older men with
teens, when Timmo's voice brought me back to earth.
"Time for that later Paul. You like my room then?"
My voice swooped up and down as I answered.
"It's fantastic Timmo! Wish I lived here."
"Well, you do for this weekend, and maybe many more. Come on get on the bed,
I want your cock that badly I can't wait until after your shower."
"Oh shit!"
"What's up Paul?
"I promised to phone my Mom as soon as I got here, but in my haste to get
here I've left my mobile at home. She'll be going frantic, and I can't remember
her hotel number, it's programmed into my mobile."
"Don't panic come and sit on my lap and use my bedside phone, I know where
she's staying and I know the phone number."
Timmo swivelled around and I sat on his lap after he pushed his throbbing
cock down so that it lay along my arse-crack. While he dialled I got bold and
pulled my arse-cheeks as far apart as I could so that Timmo's cock sank deeper
into my arse-crack. It felt funny to feel it throbbing away so intimately, but I
liked it. Timmo handed me the phone when he'd connected with my Mom, and
while we chatted he started kissing the back of my neck and played with my
nipples, getting them hard. When he began flexing his cock I nearly moaned into the
phone so I finished talking to Mom saying I'd got to go eat, and that I'd
phone again later.
Timmo pushed me up, then turned onto the bed pulling me to him, and as I
tumbled onto the bed we were already Frenching. After a few minutes kissing we
wriggled around until we were on our sides in a 69. Timmo took my cock into his
mouth and swallowed it immediately; I took his into my mouth and when his
slimy, exposed knob was at the entrance to my throat I tried to swallow it. Yet
again I gagged, but I was determined to give Timmo's cock as much pleasure as his
throat gave mine. I tried again, I gagged again. Timmo withdrew my cock from
his throat and mouth.
"Don't force yourself Paul, I've told you I'm not bothered if you can't
swallow my cock."
I let go of his cock to reply.
"But I want to desperately Timmo, I want to give you as much pleasures as you
give me."
"If you're sure lover boy, get my knob covered in saliva, put it at the
entrance to your throat, relax, start squeezing my cock-shaft to make me produce
some precum, then start a swallowing motion as you push against my cock.. Oh,
and when I spunk, don't worry about holding my last lot of cumin your mouth,
swallowing my cock is enough for you to concentrate on."
Timmo went back to deep throating my cock as I followed his instructions. I
got his knob part way in then gagged. Unabashed I tried again squeezing Timmo's
cock-shaft hard. I almost panicked and gagged again as his knob disappeared
into my throat followed by a couple of inches of throbbing cock-shaft and I was
struggling to breath properly. Timmo lifted off my cock again.
"Well done lover boy, now lie still and get your breathing back to normal,
and remember to breath through your nose. Then you can begin swallowing."
Timmo gently stroked my back until my breathing was back to normal and when I
started to swallow around his cock he went back to deep-throating my cock.
Timmo played with my nipples and fondled my balls as he sucked and swallowed, I
just concentrated on my breathing. I wasn't really comfortable with Timmo's
cock down my throat yet, but I so wanted to please him that I carried on
deep-throating his big throbbing cock. It wasn't to long before my spunk started to
build, Timmo let go of my contracting balls and eased off my cock until the
knob was in his mouth. As my first shot of boycum blasted into his mouth I felt
Timmo's knob swell in my throat and he surprised me by shooting his first
blast straight down into my belly. I rapidly pulled back until his knob was in my
mouth, just in time for his second blast of cum, and I greedily started to eat
it. Timmo stopped cumming just before me and we continued sucking until our
bones were dry. We fell back onto the bed and Timmo pulled me around until he
held me in his embrace.
"Well Paul?"
"I don't know Timmo, it felt weird and I was uncomfortable breathing, and
now my throat sort of aches. I hope you liked it?"
Timmo kissed me on the forehead.
"I loved it Paul, thanks for persevering; there's nothing like having a guy'
s throat muscles milking the cum out of your balls. As for your sore throat I'
ve got something for that."
He reached over me and opened the bedside cabinet, I saw that it was actually
a mini-fridge. As he reached inside I idly played with his cock and balls;
like mine his cock was stiffening again. Timmo rolled back next to me handing me
the medicine bottle he'd taken from the fridge.
"Here Paul, take a big swig of this and let it trickle down your throat, it'
ll help soothe the soreness."
He saw my look of apprehension and laughed.
"Don't worry, it tastes quite sweet."
I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a big mouthful, the fluid was very
thick and pleasant tasting, like honey, and I let it trickle down my throat.
Timmo meanwhile was plumping up the pillows and when I'd finished swallowing he
took the bottle from me and put it back in the fridge. He pulled me up and we
sat with our backs against the bed head. Timmo looked at his watch.
"Now here's another weird thing I want you to do for me."
I wondered what Timmo was going to ask me to do this time.
"I'm going to ask you to take a drink in 5 minutes, I'll be having one too.
It's to stop us getting aroused, to keep our cocks soft until tomorrow so that
we'll have a lot of spunk in our balls when we perform tomorrow."
I pouted and grabbed both our cocks as I peevishly cried out.
"But look! We're both hard again, ready to cum again."
I even tried a little blackmail.
"Even though my throat's sore I want to deep-throat your lovely cock again."
Timmo burst out laughing and ruffled my hair.
"You're priceless Paul, don't you want to please me and the men who've paid
a lot of money for tomorrow's show? And we'll be together for the rest of
the night; we can kiss and cuddle. Or is it my cock and cum you love, not me?"
"It's YOU I love Timmo."
I grabbed him and kissed him passionately, I knew I'd do anything he asked me
too, I loved him, and I loved his cock and cum too. I broke the kiss and
muttered resignedly.
"OK, where's this drink?"
"Good boy."
Timmo pecked my cheek then moved until he was sat on the bed by the fridge. I
watched as he took 2 glasses out and put them on top of the fridge. Then he
took out a calibrated jug full of a pale yellow liquid and turned to me to
explain.
"Dad's chemist friend made this, it should keep us soft until half an hour
before the show starts. From our age and weight he's worked out how much we
need to drink, and when to drink it; I'll have to have more than you."
"But what if it goes wrong? What if we can't get hard? And how did the
chemist know my weight?"
"Trust me Paul I've used it lots of times and all the other boys have; it's
only ever been about 5 minutes out."
Timmo leered.
"And there's something else in it that will make you able to cum a lot of
times tomorrow too; more than you could without it. I told him your weight, I
got it from the Matron's office, I am Head Prefect remember."
Timmo measured out the liquid into the glasses and handed me the smaller
drink. He looked at his watch for 20 seconds or so.
"OK Paul drink up."
We both finished our glasses together, it had tasted like flat lemonade.
"By the way, how's your throat now Paul?"
I'd forgotten all about it, I swallowed experimentally, no soreness, no ache.
"It's back to normal, that medicine's magic."
"Good; now well take that shower."
Taking my hand Timmo led me into his bathroom. It was a large luxurious room
with a hand basin, a pedestal, a bath and a shower that could have
accommodated four people. Timmo washed me as I washed him copying his every move. So when
he washed up and down my arse crack I did the same. He pushed two soapy
fingers into my bumhole so I put two up his. By now we were kissing, it was very
erotic. I reached for Timmo's cock and was surprised to find it was soft; I
looked down, so was mine. Timmo pulled my foreskin back and washed my knob, I
copied him, neither of us stiffened at all, I found it weird. When we'd dried of
we went back into Timmo's bedroom. He walked over to his wardrobes and slid a
mirrored door across.
"Come here Paul and put these on."
I went across to him and he handed me a pair of backless slippers and a pair
of white silk boxers.
"The boxers should fit, I took the size from your cummy Jockeys."
I pulled the boxers on they fitted perfectly, the long legs were tight around
my thighs, and they felt great against my skin; then I slipped my feet into
the slippers. By now Timmo was kitted out the same. He put his arm around my
shoulders and turned until we both faced the mirrored wall.
"Mmmm, don't we look sexy!"
I had to agree, we did, even if our cocks were soft they were beautifully
outlined against the tight, flimsy material. Timmo leant in and kissed me full on
the lips.
"Come on lover boy let's go and find what Tom has prepared for us to eat. I
bet you're starving by now?"
I nodded, I was. We left the bedroom and Timmo held my hand as we walked down
the corridor. The silk boxers felt really sexy on my cock and bum, they'd
ridden into my arse-crack. I looked back at Timmo's bum, his were buried in his
arse-crack too, his well muscled arse-cheeks looked very sexy as he strode
along. The stuff we'd drunk must be really strong I thought to myself, by now I
should have had a raging hard-on. As we passed two doors close together on the
right Timmo told me that they were to his Dad's bathroom and bedroom. There
were no doors on the left hand side until the end of the corridor. Facing it on
the right hand side was a lift that Timmo told me went down to the conference
room dressing rooms. The door on the left opened automatically as we turned to
face it and I stared into another corridor, at least twice as long as the one
we'd just left. All the doors in this corridor were on the left hand side
apart from one halfway down on the right with a fire escape notice above it. When
we passed the first door Timmo told me it was to the living room. We paused
just before the second door which Timmo said was to the dining room and kitchen,
Timmo went on to explain that the doors further on were to Tom's quarters and
to storerooms. He added that the ground floor contained the staffs' quarters.
I was puzzled.
"But where's Jean's room?"
Timmo gave a dirty laugh.
"Jean? He shares my Dad's room. Look, I'll explain everything while we eat.
OK?"
I was very intrigued now, so Lars and Timmo must be lovers I mused, I couldn'
t wait for Timmo's explanations. Timmo pulled me forwards until we were stood
in front of the dining room door, which again opened automatically. We entered
a largish room with a dining table that could seat at least twelve, there
were a few armchairs and coffee tables too. Still holding my hand Timmo led me
across the room to another door that opened automatically into the kitchen. It
was a large kitchen all chrome and stainless steel equipment, any wood was dark
stained and any wall space was covered in pale blue tiles. The floor was
tiled in large red tiles, in the middle was a large table that could seat eight.
Timmo told me to sit down where there was a napkin and a spoon, there were two
places set, opposite each other, and he went over to a large saucepan bubbling
away on the hob. Taking two large bowls from an overhead cupboard he filled
them from the saucepan and came and put one in front of me and one opposite.
While he was cutting some bread and getting glasses and a jug of water I sniffed
at the stew in my bowl. When Timmo finally sat down I looked enquiringly at
him.
"What's this Timmo?"
"It's a fish stew Tom concocted."
I pulled a face and whined.
"I don't like fish, only fish fingers!"
Timmo glared at me.
"Don't be such a spoilt little boy. How do you know you don't like it if you
haven't tried it? I'm telling you it's delicious; now try it.
Stung by Timmo's spoilt little boy comment I went red, I angrily picked up my
spoon and tasted the stew. I was really surprised, it tasted delicious. I
looked across at Timmo and smiled shyly.
"I'm sorry Timmo, it's delicious."
Timmo's face broke into his infectious grin.
"I told you that you'd like it Paul, I wouldn't steer you wrong.
As we ate our stew, and another bowlful each Timmo told me his story.
Timmo's Grandmother had died when Lars was 9; she'd always been sickly and
distant for as long as Lars could remember. He was very close to his Father,
Linus, though and loved him dearly, they were very open with each other and told
each other everything. When Lars was 10 Linus took him into his study, sat
him down and said he had something to tell Lars, adding that he knew Lars was an
intelligent boy and he hoped that Lars would understand what he was saying.
Linus told Lars that he'd never loved his Mother, the marriage was a marriage
of convenience, it had been arranged by his Father. Linus went on to say that
he preferred his own sex and hoped that Lars would understand. Lars thought
about it and went over and threw his arms around Linus telling him that he loved
him no matter what. From then on there would be a young man in their home most
weekends, and Lars was easy with it, even when he heard the young man sneak
from his guest bedroom into Linus's. The young men changed every couple of
months or so, and eventually the servants began to gossip about it, then some of
the townspeople; so, when Lars was just past 11 they'd come to England and
Linus had this house built and started the electrical business up.
Shortly after they moved here Lars realised that he was always looking at the
boys at school especially when they were naked in the changing rooms. When
his cock began to stiffen at the sight of a naked boy he guessed he was Gay like
his Dad, he had no interest in girls at all. He talked to Linus about it and
Linus gave him some books to read about homosexuality; he also gave him some
sex toys to use. He then gave Lars his blessing, adding that Lars should be
careful about telling anybody else as most of the English weren't very
broadminded. Lars started cumming at 12 ½ and soon found some like minded boys at school
and was soon indulging in masturbation then cock sucking. Three months before
his 14 birthday Lars decided that he wanted to be fucked, and the more he
thought about it the more he made his mind up that he wanted Linus to do it.
When he approached Linus he was aghast at the idea, but Lars reminded him
that in the books it was best if the man taking your virginity loved you and you
loved him so that the act would be done slowly and lovingly. Lars reminded
Linus that they both loved each other deeply. Linus was adamant that he wouldn't
do it, but Lars kept on at him, telling him that it was the best 14th birthday
present he could give him. Linus asked him what about children, and Lars told
him there was artificial insemination widely available, no way was he going
to fuck a woman. Linus finally agreed, but stipulated that they'd go home to
Finland to do it.
They went to Finland a week before Lars was 14, they'd discussed a lot of
things in the last few weeks and had agreed that Lars's spunk from when his
virginity was taken would be stored for possible use in IVF treatment later on.
Linus contacted an IVF specialist he knew intimately and he agreed to come to the
house and collect Lars's spunk. So, on Lars's 14th birthday Linus tenderly
and lovingly took his son's virginity, and Lars had the biggest and best
ejaculation of his young life.
I'd finished my second bowl of stew by now and was staring open mouthed at
Timmo as he continued with his story. Timmo was telling me everything in such a
matter of fact way that I wasn't offended, just intrigued.
Timmo continued with the story:
The next day the shit hit the fan! There'd been a mix up at the clinic; a new
nurse had used Lars's spunk to fertilise a baby donor for another couple.
After much discussion between Lars, Linus, the girl and the specialist it was
agreed that the baby donor would have the baby and Lars would be registered as
the father. The girl would be paid off, they'd hire a nurse for the baby and they
'd return to England as soon as possible. They'd tell everybody that the baby
's mother had died in childbirth. I gasped.
"You were the baby Timmo! Lars became your Dad before he was fifteen! No
wonder he looks so young, he can only be 32 or 33."
Timmo smiled, and reached out for my hand.
"That's right Paul. Now, is any of this bothering you?"
"No Timmo I'm fascinated, did Linus and Lars have sex together after that?"
"No, but the bond between them grew even stronger."
I was totally intrigued by the thought of a father teaching his son about sex
in such a practical way. I felt my cock, it was still soft, but I knew that
mine would have been rock hard by now because of Timmo's story.
"I guess there's more to the story?"
"There is, do you want me to go on?"
I looked at my watch, it was nearly 9 p.m.
"Yes please Timmo, but I'd better phone my Mom first like I promised."
"OK, I'll get you the number and I'll clear away while your chatting and I'
ll finish the story in bed."
When we'd both finished Timmo put his arm around my shoulder and we went back
to his bedroom. It struck me that we hadn't seen Lars, Jean or Tom. I asked
Timmo and he told me that they were getting the conference room ready for
tomorrow. We stripped each other off, and as I used the bathroom Timmo drew the
curtains to, I came out of the bathroom and got into bed while Timmo used the
bathroom. By 10 p.m. we were snuggled up in bed, and Timmo continued his story:
When Lars was 21 he'd suggested to Linus that they set up the conference
centre as a front for a gay venue. By now they both had a world wide set of
friends and acquaintances who were gay. They had the centre built, and worked out
the fees, the hygiene rules etc, then they invited carefully selected men to
become members of this very exclusive club. There were academics, business men,
medical men etc. They also set up IT classes for special boys who were housed
at the centre; most of whom did some work at the centre in exchange for board
and lodging and tuition. There was a yearly fee, and a charge for the sex shows
and special exhibitions that they staged. The sex shows were usually
performed by professional boys over 18 years old. Occasionally a member would bring a
boy to be de-flowered in front of the members, they could be as young as 16.
Then, very rarely, an exceptional boy of 14 or 15 would be brought along to be
publicly deflowered, and only well trusted members were invited to watch and
take part. I hugged Timmo and kissed him.
"Does that mean I'm exceptional Timmo?"
Timmo ruffled my hair and kissed me back.
"You're VERY exceptional Paul, now let me try and finish the story. You need
to have a good night's sleep, you've got a very busy day ahead of you
tomorrow!"
Timmo told me that he had been lovingly brought up by Linus and Lars,
obviously he realised theirs was not the same home life as the other boys, but he
loved and was loved back so much by Lars and Linus it never crossed his mind to
query the lifestyle. Timmo was sexually precocious and had his first cum at 11
½ . He immediately discussed it with Lars and Linus and he got books and the sa
me advice Lars had had from Linus. I had to interrupt.
"How on earth do you know all this Timmo?"
"I'm just getting to that, be patient."
When Linus had died 5 years ago Lars had got very drunk after the funeral and
he'd sat Timmo down and told him everything. The inevitable happened, using
his Dad's own logic Timmo had insisted that Lars took his virginity on his 14
birthday. I gasped.
"Did he do it Timmo?"
"Yes Paul, and by then I wanted to experience group sex too, so I made him do
it publicly."
"What was it like?"
"Wonderful, the best fuck I've ever had; but like my Dad and Linus we've not
had sex together since, but our love for each other has grown. Now anything
else I've forgotten I'll tell you tomorrow, we need to get to sleep lover boy."

"OK Timmo, I do love you and I wish your beautiful cock was hard, you could
take my virginity right now, then when you fuck me tomorrow no one would know I
wasn't a virgin."
Timmo chuckled, he ruffled my hair and pulled me to him we kissed tenderly
then he turned me around and I spooned back into him. I could feel his soft cock
on my arse-cheeks, I reached around and stuffed it into my arse-crack. Timmo
smacked my bum playful.
"Go to sleep you little cock tease."
Within seconds I was fast asleep enfolded in my lovers body.
End of part four. ã
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