Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2016 08:42:20 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: My Father's Cassettes 2

MY FATHER 'S CASSETTES 2
By Zachyboy
M/b, mast, oral, anal, audio voyeur

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AUTHOR 'S PROLOGUE

Three years after my father died, an unmarked box arrived at my house one
day postmarked Seattle with no return address. Inside, in neatly lined
plastic cases, were a series of TDK D-90 audio cassettes, 45 minutes on
each side, the kind that were used in the 1970 's and 1980 's when I was a
boy.

The cassette index sleeves were carefully labeled in fine-line black ink,
in what I instantly recognized as my father 's neat block handwriting. All
of the cassettes were dated, all were labeled with the name of a boy, and
most contained a carefully trimmed picture, slipped inside the case. Some
were snapshots, some were school pictures, all were boys.

There was a carefully folded note inside the box, written to me in pencil
on wide-ruled yellow legal pad paper. It was a note from my father 's
lifelong friend B, who shared my dad 's propensity for young boys and their
beautiful, sexy bodies.

 "Dear Danny, " it read in part.  "These are your father 's cassettes,
which were sent to me over a 16-year-period from 1974 to 1990. "

He went on to explain that some were fantasies my father and B shared about
random boys. Some were fantasies they shared about me, or about B 's son
Scotty. Some of the boys themselves were on the recordings with them. WE
were on some of the recordings with them. Many of the recordings were very
graphic and sexual in nature. Some included sex moments with us, or with
other boys as they actually happened.

One by one, I 'm transcribing and archiving them here for your
masturbation, arousal or just random curiosity, since I have nowhere else
to put them. I want to pass them to someone and save them somewhere,
because they represent a decade and a half of my dad 's boy loving history,
whether it was with me, or with the other boys whose lives and privates he
touched.

They run the gamut from tender to carnal, romantic to vulgar, and noble to
filthy. And now they 're yours so you can listen too. Make what you will of
them, and think what you will of us.

For better or for worse, these are my father 's cassettes.

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MY FATHER 'S CASSETTES. Recording #2. Boy: Scotty. Date: August 25, 1974.

Note to Readers: I was 8 years old that year, and my dad and I had not had
sex yet, but I think he kissed me. I think he kissed me a little too long
one night in my bed. It 's hazy. It 's a lost, lovely memory. But at 8, his
touching and oral play with me wouldn 't begin until the following
summer. My dad started playing with me sexually shortly after I turned 9,
the same age Scotty was when his dad started playing with him.

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The recording begins with a boy singing. It 's B 's son Scotty again. I
recognize the voice from the last recording he did with my dad. When my dad
had sex with him.

He 's 10-years-old and captured in time. I slip the picture out of the
cassette case.

The first cassette case contained Scotty 's school picture. This next one
contains a snapshot of a boy on a yellow Huffy bicycle with lots of
stickers and a long banana seat. He 's wearing cutoff jean shorts, nice and
tight and way too short. A blue tank top. A denim Jimmy Walker
J.J. cap. Dy-no-mite! His legs are long and white. His hair is shaggy and
his smile is infectious. He 's a boy caught at the magic age of being
10. It 's hard to believe my father and B have already fucked him.

 "Chico... " the boy on the tape recorder sings, "Do 'nnnn be
discouraged...the Man, he ain 't so hard to understand..."

I laugh at what he 's singing. The "Chico and the Man " theme song. Freddie
Prinze. Jack Albertson. I haven 't thought of that show in years. I barely
remember it. My heart swells listening to Scotty 's sweet unbroken
treble. A soft and pretty boy voice, still birthdays away from the
traitorous cracks of puberty.

 "Chico, if you try now...I know that you can lend a helping hand. "

The tape stops abruptly. It starts again with a variety of sliding and
clunking noises as B settles in.

 "Hey, good buddy, " B says, as the noise clears and the content begins.
"Sorry about that. Scotty got hold of this one before me. I 'm sure you don
't mind his little musical introduction. "

The voice on the cassette is my father 's friend B, the man who sent me
this box of cassettes after my father died. The "B " is for Bobby. My dad
is Donny. And I'm Danny.

There 's a pause in the recording and I strain to listen closely. I hear
ice cubes in a glass. B is drinking. There 's another long pause, and then
the sound of the cassette recorder being slid closer to the speaker.

 "I don 't mind telling you, " he says, "that Fourth of July recording of
you and Scotty was hot as almighty Jesus. I think I jacked off to that one
about fifty times already good buddy, listening to him suck you off,
listening to him gag on that big boy-juicer of yours. Hearing you make him
talk dirty to me at the end. Telling me he 's got your load of cum in his
tummy. Jesus, Donny. And then you go and turn the tape recorder off before
you fuck him in the rump, you bastard. "

A pause. A soft chuckle from B.

 "That was just mean, good buddy, " he says wistfully.  "Turning it off
before you put your cock inside him. "

A long sigh. Another chuckle. The ice cubes clink in his glass again and I
hear a long sip, followed by a satisfied, "Ahhhhh. "

Another pause in the recording. There 's a click as he shuts the tape off
and resumes somewhat later. The change in his voice now is obvious.

 "I asked him about it, " B says a little too loudly. A little too
intoxicated now.  "I asked Scotty how he liked it, getting a big fat cock
up the rump from you. "

A pause. Another long sip. Another clink of ice cubes.

 "Chico...do 'nnnnn be discouraged... " B sings
softly. Absentmindedly. Another pause.

 "He said he liked it just fine. Said it hurt a lot when you first stuck it
in him, and you had to take it out and try again five times, but then he
said you went nice and slow and put your peter in him a little bit more
each time, and by the time you got it all the way inside him, he was all
stretched out and ready to go. "

 "His words exactly, good buddy. "I was all stretched out and ready to go,
Daddy. Just like you taught me. " He was proud you gave it to him and proud
he could take it. "

A chuckle.

Another pause. B clears his throat. A new tone in his voice comes
next. Envy?

 "He said you lasted longer inside him than I do. "

Another chuckle.

 "He said, "It took him a long time to juice in me, Daddy. He gave it to me
good and long. Longer than you do. "

"Show-off. HA!"

B snorts and sips his drink. One of many by the slur of his speech.

 "He said he grabbed your arm muscles while you fucked him, legs up, over
your shoulders. He said you had real big muscles on your arms and they felt
strong when he squeezed them.  "Strong, Daddy, " he said.

Another soft chuckle. Another sip. Another clink.

 "Well. Anyway. " There 's another shuffle of the tape recorder on the
table.  "Thanks for taking good care of him and fucking him like a
gentleman, good buddy. I 'm sure he 'll be eager to spread those pretty
legs for you again next time you visit. I can almost guarantee you 've got
an open invitation for a do-over anytime you want it. That boy dearly loves
to get his pussy plugged. He was so excited when he told me how you fucked
him, he got all heated up and he made me fuck him twice in a row. I got a
double that night, and it's all thanks to you. He winced when he walked the
next day. Even Barb noticed. She thought his shoes were too tight."

"Gotta get that boy some new shoes," she said. "Look at him limping, poor
baby. "

"Meanwhile, he likely had our cum running out of his asshole."

Another chuckle.

"Well. He liked your arm muscles, that's for sure."

 "Strong, Daddy, " B repeated.  "Big muscles. He lasted a long time. "

B is silent for a moment. Silent and reflective. Jealous? Aroused? I
couldn't tell.

 "Anyway, my friend," he said at last. "Good work. You apparently left him
with cum up his butt and stars in his eyes. "

A break in the recording. An audible click. B comes back later, and the
drunken slur is gone from his voice. He speaks softly and soberly. It must
be much later.

 "So, you asked me when I started sexing him up, good buddy. And whether or
not you should do it with Danny. So, let me try to answer that for
you. It's a complicated question. "

There 's a pause as B collects his thoughts.

 "I mean, I didn 't really do anything to Soctty until he was 9. I know
your own boy is turning 9 soon, and you 're giving a lot of thought to
starting things up with him the way I did with Scott. So first of all, let
me say that nine 's a fine age, my friend. You can 't beat nine with a
stick. "

B clears his throat. You can almost picture him taking a deep breath before
he continues.

 "You know, I started noticing Scotty that way, shit, I guess when he was 6
or so. Never did anything with him that young, Jesus no. I 'm not a
monster, my friend. Young is young. Young is hands-off. But you know,
sometimes I 'd look at him anyway, and I 'd just get hard in my pants when
I started thinking about him that way. "

B clears his throat again. This seems uncomfortable to him, expressing
these sexual thoughts about his son when he was a younger boy. Ironic,
since he's run the full gamut with him now, but talking about lusting after
him in the younger years seems to embarass him. It 's a story he clearly
wants to tell, but it seems hard for him to get it out. But I
understood. This was only the second cassette he shared with my dad. These
intimate confessions on tape were still brand new to them at this point.

 "I remember one time when he was really young, " B says.  "I won 't say
how young, but trust me, young. And he just walked up to me with that big
old baby tooth smile of his, and shoot, he couldn 't have come up to more
than cock height on me at that point, and I remember looking at his pretty
smiling face, and so help me, the only thing I could think of was, holy
shit, his mouth is right down there and my cock is right up here. "

B chuckles and takes another long sip.

 "And dhit, I thought to myself. Look at this. His current mouth height is
right about here, and my current dick level is right about here. And shit,
it couldn 't possibly be the perfect height for him to suck me off, could
it? "

 "I mean, there he was, smiling and chattering away at me, and so help me,
all I could think was, tiptoes? No tiptoes? Would I have to scoot up a
little to get my cock in his mouth? Could he take it right there at his
current height and get it all in his gobbler? Would he have to stand him up
on a step stool? The little one in his bedroom with Winnie the Pooh and
Tigger? Jesus, I should have been ashamed of myself. He was just a little
nipper, but there I was anyway, pondering the logistics. Tilt his chin up a
couple of inches? Feed him my cock just a little bit at a time? Could I?
Should I? He was so damn young and pretty."

There 's another long pause in the recording.

 "Anyway. Not proud of that, good buddy, but there it was. Thinking of him
even in the young years. I didn 't do a damn thing to him back then, but
Lord, I sure thought about it. I 'm sure you think the same thoughts about
Danny. Probably thought about it when he was just an ankle biter too. At a
certain age, boys are just the perfect height to fit the a cock in their
mouth without even squatting. It just lines up dick-to-lips just-right at
that age. "

Another long pause.

 "Anyway, the feeling just grew. I mean, you know me. The two of us when we
were kids, well, shit, Don. We always had some great sucks and fucks when
we were his age. It 's just natural I thought of him that way too. Hell, I
remember one time when Scotty was about 7, he just came up to me out of the
blue one day, and he just grinned and lifted his shirt all the way up, cute
little boy belly and pink titties showing, and he says to me, happy as a
lark, "Wanna see my tummy? "

 "And I 'm thinking to myself, "See it? I want to lick it, tiger. " And I
swear that 's the first thing that crossed my mind, son or no son. I wanted
to lick those 7-year-old baby titties. "

 "And he just stands there lifting his shirt at me, proud as punch, and he
grins down at his own bare belly and says to me – I 'll never forget
this – he says, "It 's skinny. It 's a good one. "

 "Fuck. "

 "It 's skinny. It 's a good one. "

There 's another pause in the recording. A long, drawn-out sigh. A whistle
through closed teeth.

 "I tell you, good buddy. I can 't count how many times I jacked off the
next five months thinking of Scotty standing there showing me his little
tummy, tiny little titties, showing me his belly button, grinning like a
Cheshire cat, saying, "It 's skinny. It 's a good one. " Lord, I started
dreaming about putting my cock inside him right then and there. Held off
another year, but that 's sure as shit where it started. That was the end
of the trail for my self control, which wasn't a whole fuck of a lot to
begin with. "

B clears his throat loudly. It makes me jump. There 's another shuffling
sound as he moves the tape recorder on the table again.

 "Did you like his tummy when you fucked him, Donny? "

B 's voice is shaky now. He 's starting to get excited.

 "I hope you took time to look at it before you put your cock in his rump
and let him squeeze your big muscles. "

A nervous laugh. A long pause.

 "Lord, he has a beautiful tummy. I hope you spent some time licking it and
appreciating it. And a beautiful little belly button too, doesn 't he? Isn
't that crazy? I 've sucked his boycock. I 've cum down his throat. I 've
squirted so much jizz up his little hinder it 's a wonder he can walk some
Monday mornings. And yet here I sit, hard as a rock, ready to take my dick
out of my pants and jack off just thinking of that pretty little belly
button of his. So fucking precious. So fucking pretty. "

Another long pause as B tries to find the words for it.

 "I wish I had a picture of it to carry in my wallet. Honest to God, good
buddy, I 'd jack off to it at work. I'd sit here right now on this tape and
make you wait while I jack off, just thinking of licking Scotty 's little
belly button. Concave innie. Just what a boy 's belly button should look
like. "

 "Now it 's not a true orifice like his sweet little asshole, but holy
sweet Jesus, it sure looks like a hole. Almost dark inside. A place you can
insert a pinky and tickle him. A place you can shove your hungry
tongue. Gives me goosebumps. It 's a mini-reservoir. "

There 's a pause on the tape. A belt buckle clinks. There 's a sound of
fabric rustling against fabric. B is taking his pants down. B is going to
take his dick out and jack off talking about his naked son to my dad. I
start to get hard. I start to take my pants down too.

 "Just imagine that that pretty little belly button and the things you can
do to it, " B moans as he takes his dick in his hand. I close my eyes and I
can almost imagine him sitting there in his 1974 kitchen, stroking his
penis, thinking of his 10-year-old 's body.

 "It 's a place you can spit into, " he says with pure, shaky excitement in
his voice.  "It 's a spot you can aim your cock tip into and fire the first
couple of cum rockets. "

I hear B spitting. He 's lubing his hand to make his stroking more
slippery. I do the same to my own hard dick.

 "Oh yeah, " he says, pausing to breathe heavily and stroke his meat.
"Yeah, baby. That 's it. That feels nice, tiger. Show Daddy your belly
button, Scotty. It 's skinny. It 's a good one. "

There 's no speaking on the tape for a few minutes. Just the steady, slow
chicka-chicka sound of a man masturbating with his own saliva.

 "Innie belly buttons are where life begins, my friend, " he finally says
with a deep, steady breath.  "It 's where he was connected to Mommy. Given
his existence. A cord to his soul. And what a pretty one it is. Let 's give
thanks for Scotty 's little holy spot, good buddy. Sweet little holy
hole. Let 's baptize that sweet little Jesus tunnel with our saliva and our
semen. "

There 's a moan as B jacks his cock. Even though I never met him, I can see
him sitting there at his table, 1,200 miles and 42 years away, captured in
time, with a lust so strong for his own young son it 's making making me
want to join him. It 's making me want to shoot wads of cum on the floor
with him four decades later. I wished I was 10 again. I wished I was
Scotty, with B jacking off over my face. My closed eyes. My open mouth,
waiting to eat what he'd give me. I loved the taste of it so much. When my
dad fed it to me, all thick and rich and salty and bleachy, I loved how it
tasted. I loved how I was a big enough boy to swallow it all without
gagging or spitting.

 "That 's it, " Scotty 's dad says with a shaky voice.  "Show Daddy your
pretty belly hole, baby. Show me that belly button. It 's a good one,
baby. Daddy wants to squirt his milk in it. Right, fucking, there. Oh
yeah. See if you can catch Daddy 's milk in it. Let me suck your pretty
nipples while you catch it. "

A pause. A soft grunt. More jacking sounds. I jacked along with
him. Hard. Excited. Needing to cum.

 "It 's only gonna be a thimbleful, baby. Gonna gum it up and then lick it
back out for you. Suck it up and feed it back intp your sweet little mouth
like a mama bird feeding her babies. "

His grunting becomes more pronounced. I moan and grunt with him.

 "I love to kiss him, Donny, " B says to my dad.  "Is it wrong how much I
need to kiss him? "

He talks to my dad through his strain-stroke grunting.  "I French kiss that
boy like there 's no tomorrow. He kisses better than his mama does,
Donny. So much better. Oh fuck. Gotta cum now. Gotta..."

Click.

The recording stops abruptly. We don 't get to hear B cum.

I 'm disappointed. Betrayed. Angry. I was jacking along with him, and
suddenly, he fires off without me. BL traitor. I relax my hunched shoulders
and laugh softly at my own reaction. Mad at a guy for cumming without me 42
years ago. He's probably in a nursing home by now.

B shuts the tape off to enjoy his orgasm in private. I 'm amused but
frustrated. My own dick is rock hard. I wanted to hear him cum talking
about jizzing on Scotty 's belly button. I wanted to jizz on it too. I
wanted to be Scotty, taking his daddy 's cum.

 "Damn it, B, " I say under my breath, and then laugh nervously at myself,
cursing out a man who 's ancient by now. Whose son is 52 this year. Two
years older than me.

There 's another click on the recording and B comes back on.

 "Sorry, good buddy " he says, reading my mind.  "Had to shoot a big old
load out of my hot sticky balls. Damn, that was a good one. Sorry about
that. Needed a private minute to talk filthy about Scotty. Got cum all over
Barb 's shiny kitchen floor and I had to dab it all up. "

A pause. He slides the tape recorder closer again. Panasonic time machine.

 "So I didn 't touch him at 6, " B continues, "Or at 7, or at 8, but Jesus,
I thought about it all the time. He used to do his homework at 8, laying on
his tummy on the floor, feet up in the air. Sometimes he 'd rub his feet on
my legs if I was sitting on the couch behind him, not even realizing he was
doing it. Just wanting to be near me. Just wanting to reach out to me. "

I sighed. Closed my eyes. Listened to him talk again and slowly rubbed my
spit-soaked penis.  "Thanks for the edging, B, " I chuckled to myself.
"You cock-teasing bastard. "

 "Jesus, my friend, " B continued softly.  "Those soft bare boyfeet,
rubbing against my calves and ankles, playing completely innocent footsie
with me? And me staring down at his perfect round rump the whole time?
Lord, how I wanted to fuck him. "

 "I 'm not even ashamed to say it. I just sat there hard as all get-out,
staring at his rump, Barb right across the room in her chair doing the
crossword, and my cock was just rock hard, ejecting that slime you get
before you fuck, and I didn 't give a shit if Barb saw my boner or
not. Just rub Daddy 's legs, Scotty. Rub those legs with your pretty bare
feet as long as you want to. "

 "I didn 't even care, my friend. The sun could rise. The sun could
set. Rise, set, rise set. As long as he rubbed me like that, life was
good. I needed nothing else. Maybe some water for my parched lips. Maybe
the saliva from his kisses might be enough. But who even cared anymore. Let
the minutes tick away. Let the hours and the decades pass. Fuck, he was
beautiful. Back at 7, still unfucked and innocent as a spring morning. "

A pause in the recording. It sounds like a sniffle. B blinking back tears?
Was he in love with his boy? Or guilty for what he did? I felt a lump in my
throat. I 'm sure he was both of those things. My dad was in love with me
like that. And felt guilty about it too. I saw my dad cry more than one
time when he fucked me.

B 's voice brought me back from my complicated revelry.

 "And you know, good buddy, I 'd sit there and stare at his magnificent
ass. A boy on his stomach? Ass and feet in the air? Now that 's gold, my
friend. I call that "The Position. " Capital "T ", capital "P. "

 "A boy in that pose is sheer beautiful torture for me. Tummy down, ass up,
and you can 't even dive in and munch? Jesus, that's just cruel. That's
just physically painful. Like seeing a fresh apple pie cooling on Aunt
Dorothy 's window sill and knowing you can 't walk up and give it a
taste. "

 "Lord, how I'd love to watch you much that crack of his. I 'd love for you
and I to tag-team Scotty when he 's lying in The Position. Although
tag-team sort of implies one of us has to move aside and wait for the other
guy for a few minutes, and I know that 's not gonna happen. "

A chuckle.

 "I guess I should just call it take-turns butt fucking, because we know
damn well there 's only one boy pussy available, and we 're going to have
to take turns filling it up. "

 "But, oh, sweet shit...Scotty at 7, Scotty at 8, seeing him lying there in
The Position, still a virgin, still untouched by me, barefoot and
pajama-bottomed.  So God damn sexy, my friend, it'd make you gasp out loud
and want to slam your cock in the silverware drawer. "

 "There 's a real sense of vulnerability when a boy 's in The Position. It
's like he 's subconsciously putting out the lures for his man, saying "I
've seen you looking at me. Go ahead and do whatever you want to my butt. I
'll just be down here reading or coloring. Don 't mind me. "

There 's another pause in the recording, and when B comes back, I hear ice
cubes clinking in a glass again. Another drink. More liquid courage.

 "And when Scotty was in The Position, his feet simply dangled in mid-air
like that. Suspended in time, like he was saying to me, "Here they are,
Daddy. My naked feet. They 're putting on a show for you, Daddy. Do you
like them, Daddy? They 're skinny. They 're good ones. "

A shudder from B. A gasp almost. A long drink and more clinking ice cubes.

 "But yeah. We 'd make a hell of a tag-team, good buddy. Especially now
that you 've fucked him. You 'd be lubing your cock and fingering his
butthole, I 'd be sucking on one of those feet and trying to get a finger
inside him next to your finger. I suppose we run the risk of cracking our
heads together when it comes time for the inevitable analingus, but those
types of hazards come with the job. We 'll just roll him on his side and
one of us 'll work the back of him while the other one sucks on the
front. Can you imagine that? Look at him. He's already stiff as a
board. Hey Mikey. He likes it. "

A chuckle.

The tape goes silent. It clicks off and there 's no audio at all for more
than ten seconds. I think B has finished, and sitting there with my cock in
my hand, annoyed again at his abrupt departure, I 'm about to remove the
cassette and move on to the next one when suddenly, he comes back on. I
jump. It startles me.

 "But of course, " he says softly, "I didn 't start loving him up his tight
little hinder until he was 9-years-old. Just like your Danny is about to
turn 9 next year. Nine 's a fine age to start `em up, good buddy. Bare and
tight and so in love with Daddy, they 'll do anything you tell them. Give
`em a hug and give `em a spoon, and they 've got so much love for you at
nine, they 'll just glide their cooperative pussies right back onto your
cock, my friend. You bring the lube and nature takes care of the rest. "

Ice cubes clink again. B sighs softly, long, lost and dreamy. I sigh with
him, looking at Scotty 's picture in the cassette case. What a beautiful,
beautiful boy. Yellow stickered banana seat bike. Cut off denim super-short
sexy-shorts. Shaggy hair and toothy grin. Jimmy Walker cap on a tasty white
bread boy. Dy-no-mite.

 "One night, just past his 9th birthday, Barb was out late at her mother
's. There was no chance she was coming back early. You know how those gals
have their hen parties. And Scotty and I were getting silly on the living
room carpet, and he started giggling and tickling me, and I started
giggling and tickling him back. "

 "Why, I 'll get you, by God, you little worm, " I says to him, and I start
tickling him under his armpits, and under his ribs, and I 'm half laying on
top of him, only not really putting my weight on him, just enough to keep
him pinned down, and he starts gasping and laughing and saying "Daddy,
stop, I gotta pee, I 'm gonna pee my pants! " and he 's laughing and I 'm
laughing and the room is just lit up with the love of us and the beauty of
that perfect moment. "

 "And I swear to God my friend, I didn 't mean for it to happen, but in the
middle of tickling him and listening to him gasp and giggle, I just leaned
down into him and suddenly I was kissing him, and Scotty was kissing me
back, and Jesus Donny, were were laughing so hard and then we weren 't
laughing at all, and then we were kissing. Not kissing in an innocent way,
not in a daddy-son way, but kissing like grown-ups. And my tongue found his
tongue, so little and hot, such a sweet, darting, tadpole of a tongue, so
tiny, so perfect-tasting, and then I heard him moaning, and his little
hands came up and grabbed my neck and pulled my mouth into his, and sweet
Jesus, my friend, forgive me God, I was kissing my little boy then. I was
kissing my son like a lover. "

B takes a huge breath. A huge, shaking, shuddering breath, remembering
it. My cock is rock hard again and I start to stroke with a pained, solid
rhythm.

 "I was shaking so hard, and I heard moans and whimpers and I think they
were coming from me, and I just couldn 't stop kissing him, and his mouth
tasted so sweet...it was Fruit Loops and boy spit...it was all the things
in the world to me...and I just wanted to kiss him forever and lick his
tiny mouth and swallow him whole, and so help me, my friend, I just kissed
him forever. "

I jacked my cock and whispered, "Please, B. Kiss him more. Kiss all your
love to him. "

 "And I was hard, and he was hard, and I reached down into his jammies, and
his little spike was pointing straight out like a rocket, and there was
nothing I could do but just touch it, and feel it, and take his hand and
put it on mine, and he gasped when I did. It was hard. It was leaking. And
we kissed each other and we touched each other, and his little hand
squeezed and explored me and his little voice whispered, "Daddy, it's big,"
and then my finger went down to his little wet butthole... "

I moaned. I shuddered. I remembered my father fingering me that way
too. All excited and press-touch hungry for me. Needing my tiny
butthole. All firm fingers. All grown-up passion.

 "And it was wet, Donny. And it was sweaty. And it was sticky-sweet warm
from his pj 's. And I started to pull my hand away, and he said, "No,
Daddy, touch it some more, " and I moaned so loud when he said that, and he
bit my lower lip, and I came in my pants. I came all over myself, hunched
over my 9-year-old boy, I came inside my pants. "

 "Scotty gasped. And he shuddered. And he cried out "Dadeeeeeeee! " at my
stroking fingers, and then he came too, in a shaking dry shiver, gasping
and panting, and he was shaking and he was crying. Crying through his dry
cum."

"And I was crying too and I was saying, "Shhh, Scotty, it 's okay baby, it
's all okay, " and we just kissed and kissed and I held him and we kissed,
and I was sobbing, ashamed, saying "I 'm sorry, baby, I shouldn 't have
done that, " and Scotty just looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and
he said, "I love you, Daddy, it 's okay, I love you, " and then he kissed
me again, and we were crying and kissing, and he put my hand on his hard
little peeny-spike again, and he was still rock hard, and he kissed me some
more, and we just did it again and I fingered his bottom, and I sucked his
sweet little cock that night, and I made him shiver and sweat and cry out
my name. "Daddddeeeeee!" he cried as he came in my mouth, all tingly and
dry. Shivers and shaking. I wished that night could just go on forever. "

There is a shuddering sob on the recording at this point. A gasp. An
expulsion of air. It came out of him so fast. B was struggling to find
himself again. My own breath was caught in my throat. My erection had gone
down. I was so lost in B 's passion, it didn 't even occur to myself to
cum.

 "So. " B said, as he quieted down and collected his thoughts. A soft,
sloppy sniffle. A trumpet toot as he blew his nose into a Kleenex.

 "That 's where it started, " he said finally.  "And after school the next
day, we did it again. We kissed and I sucked him. I fingered his bottom. I
licked his little ball sack. I slowly taught him to suck me back. He was
nervous at first, but he took to it fast. You know that for a fact, good
buddy. He sucks a good cock. He's sucked on yours too. "

 "So, we 'd sneak away silently and do it again. Touches and tasting. And
fingers and poking. Deeper and deeper. And he knew what to do. "

 "And then the first time I put my cock inside his butt. Probably four
weeks later... "

There is a long, long pause on the recording. B is trying to collect
himself.

 "The first time I put my cock in his butt, he was so brave, my friend. He
was such a brave boy... "

The recording goes silent. The tape spindle turns and turns. I know he 's
not finished. I can hear the white noise hiss.

 "So. " B says. "You know what that's like. I don't need to tell you. We
've both fucked him that way. In that brave, beautiful boy hole. You know
what it feels like inside that sweet little treasure trap. Like being
gripped by a hand straight from heaven. Angel skin around your cock
shaft. Tight. Like miracles."

A soft chuckle.

 "You and your big muscles, " B says with a grin. "He squeeze your muscles
when you fucked him, show-off."

I smile too. B starts to sing.

 "Chico...do 'nnnnn be discouraged... "

He chuckles again.

 "He's an angel, God damn it. He's my perfect little angel. "

There 's silence again as B contemplates the enormity of what he and his
son have done together. What they do together still, 42 years ago when this
recording was made.

 "The first butt fuck, good buddy? " B says cheerily.  "That 's a story for
another day, I 'm afraid. I 'm shit-tired exhausted just from telling you
this much. Your turn now. Make me a tape. Send me back something
cheery. Let me hear that sweet little Danny's voice, while he's still a
virgin. Before you toss some cock up his rump. "

Ice cubes clink. I 'm surprised they haven 't melted.

"But, yeah," he says seriously. "If you 're asking me if you should start
up with Danny? Age, or permission, or whatever you're asking me for, well,
then hell. The answer then is yes, my friend. Yes and yes and a million
times yes. But when you do, you give him all the love in the world, you
hear me? You kiss that boy the way a boy should be kissed. Don't leave him
any doubt you love him before you go and fuck him. "

There 's a soft sound. A silence broken by staccato breaths. B is crying
again.

 "Nine is fine, my friend. Nine is perfect for dads loving sons, as deep as
they 'll let you. That 's what happened with me and Scotty. Love your Danny
just the same way. Deep and special. It 'll all be okay, my friend. Trust
me on that one. Nine is skinny, buddy. Nine is a good one. "

B clears his throat. He clears it again.

 "Gotta go, Donny. More soon. Barb 's back in a half-hour. I 'm camping
with Scotty this weekend. Just me and him. Two nights. I 'll tape it for
you, good buddy. I 'll let you hear what it sounds like when I put my dick
inside him, in that tent in the middle of the woods with nobody around
us. Let you hear the noises he makes when he doesn't have to be quiet so
Mommy won't hear. When I put it inside him and I cum in his boy hole. "

The tape rolls on the spindle. My cock grows in my pants. I stare at the
picture of the smiling fifth-grader in the tape case, 42 years later, on a
banana bike seat and too-short shorts that make me want to fuck him. 42
years later, I want to fuck Scotty, that boy on the bike. I want to fuck
the sweet memory of B 's beautiful son.

 "Talk to you later, good buddy, " B signs off.  "Kiss that boy of yours
extra special for me tonight. Promise me you will."

Click. The tape goes silent.

My mind reeled. A kiss in my bed that night? A kiss that lasted longer than
a kiss had ever lasted? Did my dad come into my room that night and do it
the way B told him to?

No. He couldn't have. Did he? I thought I 'd dreamed that kiss. Maybe
not. I wanted to roll back my brain where I could catch it again, but it
wasn 't quite there yet, even though I was graspoing for it. A lost
memory. A lost, loving daddy kiss.

The tape continued in soft, dead silence. I pushed Stop. Eject.

Not even putting it back in its case, I reached for the next one.

I reached into my pants to grasp my hard cock.

 "Did you kiss me that night, Daddy? " I whispered to the empty room.  "Did
you kiss me and want to fuck me that night? "

I slowly moaned and stroked my cock, wanting him back again. Wanting to be
9 for him again, alive and strong, squeezing his muscles like Scotty did.

I remembered in cock-aching clarity how good it felt when my father loved
my little body that way. How I never wanted it to end when he loved me and
filled me up so full, body and soul, bottom and heart. How I wanted to stop
my world and be everything for him. His lover. His son. His private little
magic man.

Little magic man, he called me that summer. That summer when he finally
loved me.

"Chico...do'nnnn be discouraged... "

With my right hand, I stroked my aching penis. With my left hand, I missed
my dad so much, I angrily brushed away a pointless tear, hurting so much
because he wasn 't here anymore.

I reached into the box and grabbed the next tape case almost in pain, but
also in gratitude. It was a sad, sweet memory of him; the impossible magic
of the next piece of our history, plastic and passionate, magnetic and
monumental.

Mine and Scotty 's. B 's and my Dad 's.

All perfectly preserved on my father 's cassettes.

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