Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2016 20:18:59 +0000 From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com> Subject: Sharing My Boy: Chapter 1 *** DONATE TO NIFTY *** PLEASE. make a monetary contribution to Nifty. Every cent helps the site to continue being 'THE PLACE' for gay and alternative erotic stories. Make sure you find the donation link and information (NIFTY HOME PAGE) or cut and paste the following and launch it on your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html See how easy it is to contribute! To those of you who have emailed saying you made your contribution, THANK YOU!!! ** DISCLAIMER** The following story is a work of fiction. It contains homosexual themes of an erotic and explicit nature between adult men, teenage boys, and 10 and 12 year old boys. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read, possess in electronic or printed form, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. 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COPYRIGHT 2016; All rights reserved. ***** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***** I am writing this story from different character's perspectives (I will let the reader know which one in my author's note, introducing the chapter), to give the reader insight into each character -- what they are experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops. I'm definitely open to suggestions so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com. Thanks, Tyler **** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION **** Character perspectives are transitioned with '*********' spacers. "-*-*-*-*-*-*-" is used to indicate flashbacks, and '-------' is used (when needed) to indicate the passage of time within the same character's perspective. ** NOTIFICATIONS LIST *** For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to TWag1983@hotmail.com. I'm happy to send a pdf version (the PDF's contain pics of the characters) . ** IMAGES OF KEY CHARACTERS or PDF of Chapter ** I have images that I used to develop key characters. If you want the pictures I used, just email (let me know if you need all of the pics for the story OR just the new ones!). Just email (address above) and I will send them your way (be sure to indicate which story you are requesting pictures for). I know some people are visual ... others prefer a narrative ... others are a confluence of the two. Enjoy. **** SHARING MY BOY: Chapter 1 **** I sat in the car, headlights on steely blue garage door panels ... remembering that night, three years ago. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Pulling up, tires biting gravel, we approached the garage. "Honey," my wife leaned over, french manicure tapping my leg, "I have to pee soooooo bad", "OK hon," I smiled, looking toward her, "run in, I'll check on Stevie". She replied with a sigh. Heather was six months pregnant and it was becoming a regular event -- her having to pee. 'click' finger disengaging the locks ... harsh interior light, Heather sliding out, running for the front door, Hushed moving air; the BMW's door closed. Slowly I made my way up the walk ... tired. I hated business meetings. My boss, Rob meant well. 'Meeting of the wives' he'd remind us at team meetings. 'Makes for closeness' he'd say; I felt sorry that his wife had passed nearly seven years ago with the birth of his youngest son. I'm an engineer at an IT firm, doing cyber security work in Upstate New York. Yeah, my tired ass out on a Thursday night, just begging for Friday to be over with. I felt the coolness of the house envelope me as I closed the front door, the smell of TV dinner's lingering. I made my way up the stairs. Pale blue light arched across wooden planks from under the master bedroom door; distant sounds of tinkling shrouded by porcelain. I paused two doors up, tapping on Stevie's door which, silently opened. I could see slight rise then fall ... sheets hugging little boy, curled into a ball in the center of the twin bed. I bent over him, smelling the fresh scent of ivory soap and ... boy. As my lips met his cheek to kiss him, I felt it. Cool but slightly warm. Wet. "Huh," I thought, "what the hell is that?" I reached over, flipping on his night stand lamp; a Yankee's shade fanning gentle light, the top of Tweetie bird resting on my son's neck. I looked at Stevie; long blond lashes ... eyes flickering with a passing image ... dreamland. On his cheek, a congealing line ... the end glistening in the light. I moved closer. In the center, matted to a rosy cheek was a black coil. I knelt by Stevie's bed, moving closer. "Shit," I breathed. No question. A black pubic hair. I sniffed. Faint smell of bleach ... my finger simultaneously swiping through the congealing liquid. Mouth, tingling ... familiar ... fresh in the back of my throat. "Shit", hissing through my teeth ... nut. I pulled my shirt tail out, wetting the end in spit. Gently I pulled off the hair, wiping the film of congealing nut off his cheek. Heart racing ... mouth dry. I reached deep into my pocket, depositing the stray pubic hair. "Jesus," mind racing, "Heather can't know about this,". I fumbled with the light, shaking as it flickered off. I stood in my boys room, trying to compose myself. My cock, rapidly engorging. Fuck. What did Jeff do with my little boy. "Honey," Heather's voice slipped around the corner, "Hey babe," whispering back, "he's sound asleep". My cock retreating, flush receding down my neck as I entered the hallway. "Here's Jeff's money hon," she whispered as she turned, unbuttoning the top button on her dress ... figure disappearing into our bedroom. I slowly made my way down the stairs. I was so fucking turned on. I knew what the fuck was happening. Obviously Jeff had fed my son his nut ... shit, was Stevie awake, did he know? how long had this been going on? What I had suppressed when I married Heather ... my love of boys ... was now fully present, the effects evident in my pants as a trickle of prenut drooled into my boxers. Jeff was in a grey hoodie, earbuds in, rocking on the edge of the living room couch ... oblivious to me. "Oh, hey, Mr Reinhart," earbuds falling, "Hey Jeff," I mumbled. I simply didn't know what to say. Jeff stood, tight low riders dropping, hiding a swimmer's frame. Yeah, Jeff was a little hottie. At barely15 years old he was 5'9", 130# of lean muscle; chiseled smooth face without a single blemish; black hair, long black eyelashes and deep iridescent blue eyes ... full red lips. From what I saw at the pool a few weeks back, his package was quite nice too. He bent forward picking up his backpack ... smooth ass cheeks peeking over a rim of jeans. We made our way to the car ... 'chirp', lights flashed as I unlocked it. Jeff slid into the passenger side as I was buckling in. I could smell the sweetness of teenager ... hormones mixed with a hint of drugstore cologne. We rode in silence for a few miles, my mouth a desert. Glancing from time to time I could see Jeff's head bobbing to a rhythm only he could hear. As we approached a stop light, I put my hand on his leg. Ear buds falling to his chest .... our eyes, meeting. Alone on an empty road, bathed in soft red. Finally, looking out the front window I simply said, "I know Jeff," "whhaa" my hand tightening around his leg, "Mr Rein", as my hand clamped over his mouth, my whole body now turned toward him, "I fucking know what you've been doing with Stevie," my voice, even ... deeper ... his body stiffend ... then ... gentle shaking ... the front seat now an erie green. Slowly my hand left his mouth. Silence. Gentle shaking. Yellow glow changing to red. My cock, growing, pushing against my slacks. Silence. Gentle shaking. Green light. The car eased forward, green giving way to black ... we continued, then, gentle dipping as I slowed and stopped on the shoulder. Headlights, off. "Mr Reinhart, you don't ... I mean ... uh, we," he turned, face flushed, "it just, uh," "Happened," I stopped him. Silence. "How long?" my voice now matter-of-fact, Silence. "Well?" Silence, then shifting. "bout two, maybe, uh, three months" Jeff began, voice lowered. Silence. I looked over. Chiseled silhouette ... dim light on peach fuzz. Silence. "we ... uh ... started playin .... I mean .... nothin serious, just foolin around," he slowly started, flinching as I turned to look at him, "it was all innocent," hesitating, waiting for me to respond, "started one night as Stevie was finishing his bath". "Uh huh" I nodded, "I was all wet so I took my shirt off, uh, ... picked him up as I was drying him off," Jeff started, his voice faltering as it sped up, "I ... I ... couldn't help it," eyelashes flickering, "I felt his little butt and I just couldn't stop," "he ... uh ... it just started Mr Reinhart ... then ... well he ... he got into it ... I mean he liked it ... me naked ... liked feeling me up ... like, you know ... he calls it 'splorin' and it just ... well ... it started with me putting it on his tongue ... I mean ... my dick head .... he'd lick my, ah, my ... dick spit," turning to face me, "like ... shit, he liked it .. um, really really liked it". Silence. "Then, last time, well, I just blew ... I mean he was like nursing it dude, like in his mouth, like a baby ... and, well,, it just happened," Silence. "Wouldn't stop, dude, he ate my load," pausing as he saw my hands slip along the steering wheel, "he likes how it tastes!". I turned. Facing Jeff; little hottie dissolving as my hand reached around the back of his neck. My cock ... throbbing, heat rising, voice lowered, "Jeff," fingers rubbing smooth skin, "it's okay," surprised with what was coming out, voice shaking, "it's ..." swallowing, deliberately, "it's," my fingers now locked around the back of his neck, thumb rubbing his hairline, "its fucking ... h o t," Silence. My fingers slowly working their way up then down, massaging smooth skin. "Way fucking hot," I mumbled as my fingers loosened, hand sliding into the hoodie. Silence. "Wow," Jeff slowly turned, "really?" "y e a hhh" "for me too Mr R," long pause, "w a y" We sat on the side of the road, talking. Jeff told me that he couldn't get my son out of his head, even when he was with his girl. He couldn't wait for my wife to call ... another baby sitting gig ... another chance to fool around with Stevie. It started with Jeff crawling into Stevie's bed, naked. Then when he got used to that Stevie would also be naked; his fingers started exploring Jeff's body ... Jeff telling him what things were ... the names for things, and other guy stuff ... and it continued for the last few months, with 'splorin' going on every time he'd watch Stevie, which was now at least once per week, often two. Slowly Jeff had groomed my boy to put his cock in that little mouth ... nursing the head, tasting his prenut ... their 'secret 'splorin' ... finally, three weeks ago, Jeff nutted in his mouth. Stevie wanted it ... liked it. Stevie had learned to swallow most of it, like tonight. I was so fucking turned on, hearing how Jeff had taken my little boy. I confessed to Jeff ... I loved boys; for me both prepubescent and pubescent. As of that night, on the side of a dark back road, parked on the shoulder, Jeff learned to please me. He knew how to suck just right ... milking me, slipping his tongue along the veiny grooves of my thick meat ... slurping my low hangers ... rewarded with powerful bursts of fertile nut, which, rarely was lost ... all of my baby makers made their way into his tummy. He was talented -- something a woman just can't do ... not the way a guy does. Jeff also had a tender, tight pussy, which I needed badly as Heather wasn't putting out; sometimes we'd stop at the edge of the farm, where woods hid the road and the house, and fuck ... Jeff's ankles around my neck or hugging my hips, head and eyes rolled back, moaning loudly, as I'd release a week's worth of swimmers, deep in the heat of his teen cunt; Jeff often squirting between us ... never touching himself. In return, Jeff got to have my little boy ... feeding Stevie his baby makers. Slowly ... grooming him. Turning me on, describing every detail on our way back to his house after a night of baby sitting. --------------------------------------------------------------------- 'ding', cell invading hot memories ... I pulled my phone out, 'hon, just a sec. getting his toothbrush' 'k', I replied as I put my phone on the dash Mind wondering, ticking out time. I thought back to that night, almost a year ago. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Daddy, are we ready to go yet?" Stevie's voice a crescendo of anticipation. "Almost," my cell phone slipping toward my shoulder as I finished packing his bag. Stevie followed as I made my way down the stairs, balls tingling as I thought of what was to happen that night. "You be a good boy and do as your told," Heather bent, kissing Stevie on the top of his head. "OK mom," he bobbed, "will do". "I'll call Mr Jorgansen later to check in, OK?" "Yep, k" Stevie bolted through the doorway to the car, "I'll call you babe when I'm leaving there," I said, Jeff had slowly been working on my boy, telling him what 'mommies and daddies' do, particularly as Heather was pregnant again; Stevie was in question mode ... getting his little bum to accept a finger, then two. He wanted to be the one ... to take Stevie's cherry. He was beginning his senior year of high school and didn't know where he'd be accepted for college, so it was to happen at the end of summer. I thought it was a bit too soon, but Jeff assured me that he'd be gentle and Stevie really wanted to 'do what mommy and daddies do'. I relented, so turned on by the thought of Jeff spraying his seed deep inside my little boy, making himself forever a part of him. I walked Stevie up the cobble stone path to the Jorgansen residence. Rob Jorgansen greeted us on the unusually cool August Friday night. Rob and his son's lived ten miles outside the suburbs, on a large farm that had belonged to Rob's father. It was a quiet retreat; no one around for miles. "Hey Jim," "Hey Rob," Stevie ran through the front doorway heading toward the back of the house. "We'll take good care of Stevie," Rob said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "Jeff is all set, out by the pond in the cabin," he continued, "It will just be the two of them as the rest of the brood are up at grandma's for the week,". "Cool," I casually said, "know Stevie's been looking forward to it," "Yeah, I think Jeff is too," the smallest of winks ... hmm, I thought, "it will be a fun weekend for them", looking toward the back of the house, "can't knock two boys enjoying a summer weekend fishing, hiking and," Rob cleared his throat, "exploring," "nope, you can't," then turning, I thanked Rob for the weekend before heading to the car. As I pulled out of the drive, I saw a porch light illuminate the back yard as Stevie and Jeff headed across the lawn toward the woods, Rob watching until they disappeared. I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned, hard as fuck, thinking of what Jeff and Stevie were doing. Knowing a 17 year old senior was taking my little boy's virginity. The next day was no easier, as I busied myself with Heather's 'to do' list, the day excruciatingly long. No calls, so things must be OK. Saturday night, tossed and turned again, picturing Jeff spooning Stevie ... how many loads had my son taken by now ... finally, drifting off to sleep. I watched Stevie as he came through the front door of the Jorganson's house. Something was definitely different about him. He walked a little slower, hesitant at first ... his face, yeah, with a glow to it. Jeff had a big grin, showing double dimples, nodding as he closed the door ... Stevie buckled in the passenger seat, pulling away. Jeff told me everything the next baby sitter night, as his tongue teased my throbbing meat. Stevie and him had made a fire in the fireplace at the cabin on the other side of the large pond that divided the property ... they showered together, kissed, touched; taking it really slow ... fire flickering as Jeff carefully slid past the lips of my boys tenderness, missionary ... slowly, tenderly ... telling my baby 'shhh' and 'its gonna be ok' as he rooted, balls deep, Stevie's feet resting on his chest ... slowly making love to my son; my cock oozing as he narrated the night ... Stevie's initial cry's giving way to small sobs ... boy pussy surrendering as Jeff made Stevie totally his -- seed surging, Stevie accepting, Jeff emptying a weeks worth of desire ...fully rooted ... cuddling after, then, lots of giggles and then more sex -- fuck after fuck after fuck after fuck all through the weekend ... in the woods, on the shore by the pond, and lots of times in an overstuffed goose-feather brass bed until early in the morning. Stevie wearing nothing but a large tee shirt that belonged to Jeff when they weren't 'making babies'. I fucked Jeff extra hard that night, his eyes rolled back, me ... balls deep, breeding him with pulsating volleys of nut ... so horned thinking about my little boy giving himself to this kid, completely. ------------------------------------- I watched as Stevie bounded toward the car. His tenth birthday, official, last Thursday. Over the last year, he had been to Jeff's for camp outs and long weekends. So had I; Rob and I it turns out were very similar. Rob had a a few close buddies who were into the same things, so we had bonded as a group. Rob also was the swim coach at the local gym and Stevie loved swimming. Grayson, Rob's son who's Stevie's age, had become real close friends as had the other boys. Weekly, I'd sit back, details filling my ears during Jeff's rides home after an evening of baby sitting. I'd come home to find my boy asleep, leaking the remnants of his baby sitter ... carefully cleaning things up so my wife wouldn't find out. During this time, Stevie had a little brother, Rolf (in honor of my grandfather) who was now 2.5 years old, James Jr, 1.5 years old, and one who is currently "in the oven"; Heather's ultrasound had shown a rather impressive cocklet on the latest ... due in 3 months. This weekend was going to be different. Rob had arranged it, and I was going to be there ... yeah, actually watching my little boy ... doing stuff. I could sense Stevie's excitement as we approached the Jorgansen's property, He squiggled more than usual and I could feel his body language change as he left the car, carrying his backpack to the front door. "Hey guy, " Rob came up to me, "everyone's gonna take real good care of Stevie, " his hand sliding down to the small of my back, I looked at Rob as his big toothy smile erupted, "wasn't sure at first, but now I know I can say," looking into my eyes, "you and I get the same pleasure," I scrunched my forehead, Rob's other large hand resting on my chest, "Man, you and I both get off on our boys exploits, right?" His fingers closed, kneading my shoulder, pausing, "and ours". "yeah," I was able to say, then "fuuckkk dude, it's so hot," pausing as I leaned into Rob's ear, "giving my kid up to other guys". We chatted or awhile. Rob had orchestrated a weekend, with Stevie as the main attraction, "every place is wired man," Rob began, "the hot tub, the cabin, the rec room .... all of it", his hand sliding down my back, thumb slipping below my belt, past my boxers onto the cleft of my ass, "your gonna see everything dude, so you can make and spray your load over and over", he paused looking into me, "and," hand moving to squeeze my arm, "I've got a very special surprise in store for you,". -------------------------------------- To be continued.