Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 23:14:33 -0700
From: Emorey Ardale <desert_rat@hushmail.com>
Subject: If_You_Were_My_Dad_Part1

Disclaimer:

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between a man and a
minor boy. The story is not true; the sexual acts described herein derive
solely from imagination. It is not intended to promote illegal acts
with/to/by minors, nor does it condone child abuse of any sort. If you
object to the subject matter, stop reading. If you are legally under age to
be reading this, or if your reading of this material otherwise violates
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James watched the three eleven year old boys run down the trail ahead of
him. It was October but still hot, so the boys had already stripped their
t-shirts off and like all the water, snacks and lunch were in the lone
backpack James carried. He didn't mind, the trail was smooth and easy,
following the banks of the small creek. He had carefully chosen this
trail. It had water, lots of trees and at the turn around point, there were
some Indian ruins. James knew it would keep the boys busy and occupied,
more like several hours of playtime instead of hiking. It got them out of
the house and since they were spending the night, hopefully would wear them
out.

The boys were already out of sight around bend in the creek but he could
still hear their high pitched voices, laughter and after only 15 minutes,
splashing, as at least one of them had ended up in the creek. James walked
around the bend and there was one boy with dripping shorts about ten yards
behind the others. James' son Jason was in front with his friend Brandon,
leaving Jeremy in back. James took the moment to look Jeremy over from
behind. His followed the boy's narrow shoulders down his tan back. The
water had made the shorts heavy and they were sagging low, exposing his
boxers and the cute little dimples on his lower back. Plus just about a
half inch of prime real estate below the tan line, he could make out the
curves of the beginnings of Jeremy's buttcheeks. James sighed, picked up
the pace and caught up with him.

"What's up buddy? You're looking a little wet." James asked carefully.

Jeremy looked up at James, his eyes were watery, he wasn't crying but he
was close and clearly pissed off, "Nuthin."

James noted the anger "You fall in by accident or something else happen."

"Buttheads pushed me in when I was looking at something." Jeremy explained
with a voice shaking in anger.

James was afraid of this. Originally it was just going to be him, Jason and
Jeremy. Brandon was on Jason's soccer team and was a late add on. James had
seen this before, three boys just didn't work. It always ended up two
against one. It had started in the car on the way here, just a little
teasing. When they had gotten to the trailhead, James had pulled Jason
aside and reminded him both boys were his friends and guests. Jason gave
him his best "Don't know what you're talking about Dad?" look and shrug.

James put his arm on the boy's shoulder to comfort him, "Yeah they are
buttheads aren't they?", he confirmed with a big smile.

Jeremy smiled in return, he always liked Jason's dad, he always took the
time to say 'hi' and goof around with him, "Yeah, for sure."

James felt the same way about Jeremy. Some boys didn't care much for adults
beyond taking care of their transportation and food needs. Jeremy really
seemed to like the little bit of attention James gave him. Jeremy's dad
lived in another state and that might have been part of it but he was
almost always a happy, friendly boy. James ruffled Jeremy's sandy blond
hair.

"C'mon lets pick it up, don't want them to get too far ahead."  James urged
Jeremy in a friendly way.

James and Jeremy spent the next couple of hours joking and laughing. Jeremy
was telling stories about the kids from school and James told a couple of
embarrassing stories about Jason, including the infamous sharting while
wearing white shorts at Disney Land incident from last year's
vacation. James hoped he wouldn't regret it but the stories had cheered
Jeremy up.

They were almost to the Indian ruins when James had to take a piss. "Hold
on, Jeremy, I need to take a leak."

James wasn't all that shy but he took a couple steps off the trail before
pulling out his dick. Next thing he knew Jeremy was standing along side of
him.

"I need to go to." Jeremy said.

James smiled it was just like being a boy again. Standing shoulder to
shoulder, peeing with a friend, checking out each other's junk. He stole a
quick glance down at Jeremy's hairless little dick and noticed Jeremy
checking him out as well. He didn't think much about it, whether it be boys
or men, you're always a little curious about what other guys are
packing. It was still cute and James could feel the blood begin to flow
thinking how hot it was to be standing there with such little cutie,
checking out each other's cock. They finished peeing and James was a little
relieved, any longer and Jeremy might have seen more than he needed.

The trail came to an end at big pool near the Indian and that's where they
caught up to Jason and Brandon. James gave Jeremy a shhhh signal and they
snuck up behind the two other boys, which was pretty easy because they were
making too much noise to hear anyone else. Simultaneously they pushed
Brandon and Jason into the deep pool of water. They both screamed more out
of surprise than anything else.

Jason stood up, "Shit dad, that was frickin cold!"

James was laughing too hard to get mad about the language, "Watch your
language kiddo, seemed fair after what you two did."

"Paybacks are a bitch!" Jeremy said through his own hysterical giggles.

That only made Jason more angry, "What about his language?"

James shrugged, "He's not my son, just my friend". James put his arm around
Jeremy's shoulders. Jeremy looked up at him smiling, the events from
earlier all forgotten.

Brandon climbed out of the water with a sulky look on his face, he
definitely liked dishing it out more than taking it, "You guys are ass...."

James cut him off before he could finish "Excuse me, we're what?"

"Nuthin" Brandon mumbled.

They explored the ruins and James took a lot of pictures. He took the time
to show Jeremy how the camera worked and let him take a few shots. Jason
and Brandon were still mad at them and didn't talk to Jeremy at all during
lunch or the hike back to the car. Jeremy didn't mind. Jeremy liked his own
dad when he actually got to see him but even then he was busy, didn't goof
around like James. He was having a good time with James and learning how to
use the camera was cool. James even promised to make prints of some of the
pictures he took.

Once they got back to car and started the long drive home, the boys were
all back to being friends. James stopped at a pizza place for dinner,
mostly to avoid making a mess at home. His wife and younger son were
visiting her sister and part of the reason for spending the day out of the
house was not only to wear the boys out but to keep them from destroying
the house.

It was dark when they got home and all three boys were asleep in the
car. They managed to stay awake long enough to all take showers and get
halfway through a movie in Jason's room. When James checked on them after
about hour they were all asleep on their sleeping bags on the floor. He
sighed, it had been a good day. He took one last look at the boys and shut
off the TV, the lights and went back down stairs.

James was watching TV when he heard footsteps on the stairway. It was
Jeremy, looking all groggy with a severe case of bed head.

"What's up buddy, need a drink or something?" James asked.

Jeremy rubbed his eyes, "Nuh uh, can't sleep."

James smiled at him and asked in baby talk, "Oh does wittle Jeremy miss his
mommy?"

That made Jeremy smile big and giggle "Do not! Can I watch TV with you?"

James patted the couch "Sure come over and sit down."

Jason plopped down on the couch next to James, "What're you watching?"

"'Signs', you ever seen it." James said.

"Nope, What's it about?" Jason asked.

"It about aliens, it's a little scary in places. Are you allowed to watch
scary movies Jeremy?"

Jeremy made a thinking face, "Sometimes, if I promise my mom I won't get
nightmares. Is it real scary?"

"I tell you what, I'll just cover your eyes during the scary part, chicken
boy." James said as he reached over and covered Jeremy's eyes.

Jeremy tried to push James' hand out of his face and started laughing "Hey
stop it, I'm not that scared."

"I don't know you're already screaming." James pulled Jeremy over his legs
and started ticking his sides and under his arms.

Jeremy started squealing with laughter, "Not fair, your tickling me!"

"Shhhh okay, okay, we're gonna wake everyone else up. I guess you're brave
enough to watch." James told him smiling and Jeremy sat down on the couch
but left his legs laying across James' lap.

Jeremy gave James a playful punch in the arm, "You were the one tickling
me! It's your fault!"

James rubbed his arm pretending to be hurt "Ouch, you're an animal. Alright
no more tickling, for now anyway."

They watched the movie and James would pretend to cover Jeremy's eyes
during some of the suspenseful scenes. He was very aware of Jeremy's smooth
supple legs resting on his, he ran his hand up one those calves and looked
over at Jeremy as he did but Jeremy didn't seem to notice or mind, so he
continued rubbing his legs. After a bit he gave one of Jeremy's feet a
brief tickle.

Jeremy started giggling, "Hey you said no more tickling!"

"Whoops I forgot." James lied and he stopped tickling but instead started
to gently rub Jeremy's feet. He wasn't all that into feet but it was still
amazing how cute and perfect a boy's foot looked when compared to an
adult's calloused, hairy one. Jeremy didn't seem to mind at all and James
figured he was so involved in the movie he probably didn't even realize he
was doing it.

Jeremy was pretty involved in the movie but he was very aware of James
rubbing his legs. He had liked being tickled and liked the way James' big
hands had gently rubbed his legs and feet. It gave him a funny but nice
feeling deep in his stomach. He was also feeling a little chilly in his
shorts and t-shirt.

"Its getting cold in here" Jeremy said out loud.

Without thinking James pulled Jeremy onto his lap and wrapped his arms
around him, "I'll keep you warm buddy."

Jeremy smiled and leaned back against James' chest. It felt nice and safe
on James' lap with his arms around him and the movie was scary, it was at
the part where the family was trapped in the basement and the aliens were
trying to break in. It didn't seem as scary as it did before but maybe
that's because James get trying to cover his eyes.

"Hey stop, I can't see, I said I wasn't afraid." Jeremy protested as he
squirmed around on James' lap

James stopped trying to cover Jeremy's eyes and put both hands on his
tummy. While the boy was squirming around his shirt had lifted up, one of
James' hands was now resting on the bare skin of Jeremy's stomach and
between that and the way the boy had been squirming around James was
getting hard. He tried shifting the boy over to one of his legs but Jeremy
kept moving back and the little goofball was doing it on purpose because
now every time he moved back he would let out a little stream of giggles
and rub his round little butt against James' hardon.

Jeremy was having fun. He had lost interest in the movie and was busy
teasing James. James kept moving him and he kept moving back , he wasn't
sure why but it seemed like fun, plus now there was something hard in
James' lap that wasn't there before. Jeremy remembered peeing with James on
the hike, how big the man's wiener was and realized that James had a boner!
The funny thing was now he was getting one to. Jeremy thought the whole
thing was just hilarious and was feeling pretty comfortable with James. So
comfortable that reached down and grabbed James' hard on.

"Hmmmm what's this?" Jeremy asked giggling.

James was surprised but he should have seen it coming. When he first got
married and Jason was born he established some simple rules knowing he was
pedophile. First, never with his own kids. This hadn't ever been a
problem. He loved Jason and his little brother Colton but he had thankfully
never been sexually attracted to either. Being their father was completely
fulfilling. In early adulthood James had a few friendships with boys that
became evolved into sexual relationships but since his marriage there had
been only one little fling with a teenager who worked in a hotel in Houston
when he was there on business. The second rule was never with his son's
friends. James knew that it would be a recipe for disaster. As Jason and
his friends had gotten older and entered James' age of attraction, it
hadn't been a problem. He enjoyed the boys but always kept what he thought
was healthy distance, until today. It wasn't premeditated but like in his
20s he should have known, with the right boy all it took was just a little
attention. Now he was faced with one of his most difficult choices in the
past few years.

"Gee. I don't know maybe it's the same thing as this." James said as he
slid his down from Jeremy's tummy over his shorts, to the stubby little
erection and just like that decision was made.

Jeremy instincts made him reach down and start to push James' hand away
from his penis. He had been through plenty lectures at school and by his
parents about "bad touching". Jeremy knew that men weren't supposed to
touch boys' wieners but he had touched James' first and it didn't seem like
a bad touch at all. In fact he liked the thought of James touching him
there. Instead of pushing James hand away he just put his hand on top of
James' holding it in place.

At first James thought that Jeremy was going to freak about him touching
his little hardon but he didn't. Instead when James was going to pull his
hand away after a brief touch and squeeze like Jeremy had given him, Jeremy
had held his hand in place. In the boy didn't mind then James' didn't
either. He gently rubbed the boy's small erection through his shorts while
they both pretended to watch tv. They talked about the day's adventure and
other things, both however were very aware of where James' hand was.

Jeremy liked the gently rubbing and would occasionally push James hand down
harder while thrusting his hips upward to create more friction. It was more
a pleasant sensation for Jeremy than something sexual. It felt good and
made him relaxed. It was long before Jeremy was fast asleep but still.
James could tell the boy was asleep and fought the desire to slip his hand
under the elastic of the boy's shorts and boxers to feel the warm flesh
underneath. His day with Jeremy was an unexpected miracle and had ended
perfectly. There was no need to take things further.

As he scooped the boy up to carry him back up stairs he resigned himself to
the idea that this was a one time thing. It was good but dangerous. Jeremy
was a sweet and beautiful boy. He put Jeremy back to bed with the other
boys and gently kissed his head. At least he had his memories and James
went back to his own room to relive those memories and relieve his own pent
up desires.