Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 17:47:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Peters <jp524590@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Twelve Year Old Daddy 4

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I was going to stop after Part - iii but I thought that someone might ask
about the next two nights.



Day 2:

Day 2 was the first day of the 'Academic Olympics' and I had a full day of
Chess.  People on the debating team had a morning and an afternoon debate.
Those of us on the Chess team sat in a hall with about 100 tables, and
played Chess.  Games were started on the hour, as it was not expected that
any game would last that long.  The host school provided the bulk of the
competitors and most were not really brilliant at Chess.  Hence they were
eliminated quickly.  Games got longer on Day 3 as more pros squared off at
one another.



The school organized a social and a cook-out at the end of Days 2 and 3,
but as Mrs Kennedy needed to be at the hospital by 6.45pm, she came to pick
me up early 'Now you boys be good' were her parting words to us as she
bolted out the door !  I wondered what would be in store for me that night
and I had a mixture of excitement and apprehension.  I had a feeling that
Brandon would dictate the course of events.  Having already eaten, it was
just a matter of showering and getting casual.  As I headed for the shower,
Brandon stated: "See you in my room when you are finished in there.'  What
else was there, thought I.



Brandon was waiting for me on his bed.  He had taken up the same position
as the previous night. A pillow covered his groin.  I came out of the
shower fully dressed and stood at the door of his room, looking at him.
'Take everything off' said he is a quiet manner, 'and come to Daddy.'
"geez...he is going to keep this daddy thing going' thought I.  I was
already hard by the time I took off my clothes, and noticed his ruler on
the bed.  'Measure yours again and see if it has grown overnight, and don't
forget to call out the numbers.'

   'One, two, two ...point 8'

'I thought that after last night with all those hormones running around,
you might have had a spurt!...but I guess not.'  Come closer to Daddy, and
with that directive, he pulled and scissored my legs again and brought our
groins together.  Having had 24 hours for the events of the previous
evening to really sink in, this second round was a tad more humiliating.
The fact that a 12 year old had finished puberty whereas at 17 I had barely
begun, made a huge impact on my consciousness.  I was glad he wasn't a
cousin or a younger brother, where I would have constant contact with him
for the rest of my life.  In this case, I was not likely to see him after
these Olympics.



Brandon started the proceedings.  He was not fully authoritarian, he just
spoke quietly.

      'Tell me how old I am?

'You are twelve'

      'Tell me how old you are again?

'I am seventeen'

     'Tell me how much older you are than me?

'I am four years and 8 months older than you.?'?

      'Tell me how much younger I am than you.'

'You are four years and 8 months younger than me.'

       'Tell me who is more mature?

'You are more mature than I am.'

       'Tell me how I am more mature than you are.'

'You have more hair than me, you have a bigger penis than me, you can make
cum and I cannot make cum yet.'

       'Now put 12 and 17 in that sentence.'

'Even though you are 12 you have more hair, more cum, a bigger penis than
me...and I am 17 and don't have any of that.'

       'And how would you describe my penis?'

'You have a man's penis, a Daddy penis.

       'And what about you?

'I have a little boy's penis.'



I was rock hard and he was rock hard.  'Measure me now and see if it is 8
inches and call out the numbers.

'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...eight...point two.'

      'There, I told you it would reach 8 and it did yesterday but we
forget to measure.'

      Now it is question time again.  Time for Daddy to continue the 'birds
and the bees talk.

      what is your question?



I really didn't have one and told him so, but he insisted that I have a
question.  'You've got to have a question.  You are still a boy so

you have to have a question about growing up!  My mind was blank.  'Ok,
here is something you need to know.  Ask Daddy how to

have sex with a girl.'  Say it.

'Daddy, how do you have sex with a girl?

       'Say the question with 12 and 17 in it.

'Daddy, I am 17 and I have not had sex with a girl. Even though you are 12,
can you teach me to how to have sex with a girl.'

       'Good question.  Well, when you bring a girl home, you can sit next
to her like this (he spun around and we were now sitting side

       by side), then you start kissing her.  you can put your hand on her
leg like this and move it like this, getting closer to her fanny and if

       she wants you, she will let you finger her like this... Then she
will probably let you touch her up here and let you take off her top and
let

       you touch her twins.  She will probably do the same to you and want
to suck you off.

       Do you know what 'sucking off' means?

'Yes, I think so.'

       'What does it mean?  and you didn't say 'daddy' just then.

'Yes, I think so Daddy.  She will suck my penis.

       'Ok, lie down and I will show you what a girl would do.  I lay back
and Brandon gave me my first head job.  He swallowed the entire length and
tickled it with his tongue.  I was in heaven and wiggled and twitched.



       'Ok, now it's your turn to do me.' as he laid out in my place and 8
full inches sticking straight up in the air. How was I to put all of that
in my mouth like he did to me, I wondered.  I began by just sucking his
mushroom head that was some five times bigger than mine.  He kept on saying
'suck more of it' Eventually he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it
down until his mushroom head was entering the recesses of my throat.  I
choked and gasped for breathe.  He was sensitive to this and released his
grasp. 'Take as much of it as you can but do it slowly' he suggested.  I
had a second go and a third and a fourth.  The evening went on and before
long, I felt I was a pro at this.



       'Ok, stop. Now you know what a head job is all about.  Did you like
that?

'Yes...............daddy.'  We resumed our split leg postures and savoured
the difference in size once again.

        '8.2 inches vs 2.8....12 years vs 17 years.  This is really
awesome' I felt a red hot flush cross my face and the only way to not
suffer

the embarrassment was for our eyes to not be making contact.  As if by
instinct, I reached across the gap and grabbed him around the neck and
brought my face next to his.  Once again our chests were in contact and I
could feel my smallness there compared to his football frame.

         'You like your 12 year old Daddy?'

I nodded a 'yes' but he said: Say it.  'yes, I like my 12 year old daddy.

         'What are you going to thank your daddy for today?

'thank you daddy for teaching me about how to suck a penis.'

        'You didn't just suck a penis?  what did you suck?

'I sucked daddy's penis, a man's penis.'

        'And what did Daddy do for you?

'Daddy sucked my little boy penis.'

         'Now give daddy a thank you kiss'

So I planted one on his lips and he reciprocated.  We spent the next half
hour is a prolonged kiss. We tumbled around the bed.  I ground my body into
his, wanting to be inside this 12 year old boy.  This was a new experience
for me.



(to be continued)