Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 21:28:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Peters <jp524590@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twelve Year Old Daddy - Part - V

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Day 3:

we slept pretty well that night and I was sort of ready for our second day
of Chess Olympics.  My tiredness certainly showed as I made a number of
dumb moves, the dumbest move had me eliminated as we approached the
semi-finals, so I was reduced to being a spectator for the Finals.  Another
cook-out followed.  A dance was arranged for that evening, but I was more
interested in going home to Brandon.  Dancing with 16 year old girls was
not my idea of preserving my self-esteem!  Mrs Kennedy was under the
impression that I was staying for the dance so did not pick me up, but
Brandon and self had made an arrangement, that he would pick me up on his
bike.



He arrived at around 8.00pm and we hastened home.  Upon arrival, as soon as
the door was closed, he took me by the hand and led me into his room as if
I was a child needing direction.  There he undressed me and led me into the
shower.  'Time for Daddy to wash his little boy' he said.  It dawned on me
that he had been planning his moves all day and this excited me.  This
time, he did not use the shower, but ran the bath.  He lifted me into the
bath like one would a child and sat me down in the water.  He washed me all
over and got me to stand when it was time to wash my private bits.
Naturally it was at full mast at 2.8.



We ended up back in our bed positions, with legs scissored open and groins
touching.  'This is our last night unless you come back to visit, so we had
better get on with it.' said he.  My heart was pounding as I tried to
figure what 'getting on with it' entailed.



     'Time for another question from a growing boy.'  Once again, I drew a
blank so shook me head that indicated that I didn't have one.  'Well, last
night, you asked daddy about how to have sex with a girl, so

you could ask daddy if daddy has had sex.'  My eyes opened somewhat as I
had not considered this boy to have 'done it.'

'Daddy, have you had sex with a girl?

     'Say it better than that?...use 12 and 17'

'Daddy, you are only 12, have you had sex yet?  I am 17 and I haven't had
sex.'

     'Yes, daddy has had sex, four times actually with two different girls.
the first one was 16 years old; your age group.  She had huge knockers.
She thought I was 16 when we met at a school dance, so I brought her home.
After we finished she asked me how old I was and when I said I was 12, she
freaked out.  She told me that I was bigger than her ex- !  Ha!  She came
back the next night and we made love all night.  Sex is really awesome.'



I had nothing to say, as I contemplated a 12 year old having sex with a
girl who was four years his senior.



    'I'm so horny now that I could have sex right now, but you would have
to be the pussy.  Do you want to be my pussy?

I was silent, my eyes opened.  I wasn't quite sure what being his pussy
meant, so I answered him in the only way I knew.  'I don't know.'



    'Lift up you bum' and inserted his finger into my anus and fiddled
around.  'You are not as big as a fanny'

then he reached for this plastic packet that I had not noticed near his
pillow.  I had never seen a condom in its packet.  he tore the plastic with
his teeth, handed me the condom and told me to put it on him.  I didn't
know what to do.  So my 12 year old daddy explained it in detail.  Before I
could do the deed, he suggested that I try it on for myself...and of
course, it was far too big.  2.8 slid in and out of its circumference.
Putting it on him was a different matter as it needed to be rolled down
against a fair bit of resistance.

    'I don't have any boy condoms for you and I am not sure if they make
them that small' said he.

     Now, I am going to see if I can fit, but if it doesn't I won't hurt
you.  Sit up and sit straight down on it.



The thought of this was something I was open to, despite the fact that I
had never contemplated such a thing before.  The fact that all this seemed
like an invitation rather than a demand, made the exercise a mutual
exploration.  He was right, he was not going to fit, so he and I settled
for a poke and another poke.  Suddenly, he picked me up and stood up,
holding my back.  My legs were gripping his torso, my arms hanging off his
neck.  Gravity was in play here, and the small thrusting movement assisted
more of his mushroom head to work its way into my rear.  This is when the
pain started and he noticed this on my face and stopped his thrusting
motions.  He stood motionless, I was motionless, both savouring the moment
and waiting for some signal to resume whatever. My muscles ached and I
worked out pretty quickly that relaxing was probably the better option.
Brandon continued to stand there motionless, watching my face, holding

 me ever so securely.  It seemed we stood there for over 5 minutes; he did
not seem to find my weight difficult to manage.  Finally he sat down on the
edge of his bed.  I was still feeling the pain and had elevated myself,
while still gripping him around his neck.  Gradually I could feel his arms
pull me down and I allowed my thin body to rest on his lap.  To feel a tube
moving up my anus and adjusting to this reality is still a memory etched in
my mind.  I had heard about guys doing guys, had seem some pics in
websites, but now this was a reality for me, on a day I had not expected
it.  All the pics I had seem (not that many by the way) were of guys of
similar ages, like 18 year olds.  But this was a 12 year old doing a guy
who is 17, five years his senior yet it was the 12 year old who is the man
in the event.  It was the ultimate submission.  He then bounced me on his
lap and I found myself in heaven once again.  we

 stayed in this position for what seemed like a hour, then he pulled out.
No sooner had he done so, when I wanted him again.



'Please put it back in' I pleaded.

    'You like what daddy is doing to you?

'Yes'

    'Ok, daddy will do this in different ways.

and with that, he did it in different ways: missionary, doggy, in the
initial embrace position which I liked the most.  during his stand up
performances, he walked us into mother's room and stood in front of the
full length mirror and I saw myself being 'done' by my 12 year old daddy.



He pulled out twice and both times I asked him to put himself back in there
!  We sat on the bed for hours, with him in me, in the chest embrace, with
him rocked back and forth ever so slowly.  Picture a lullaby.  that was the
scene.  I wished it would never end.



     'Do you have any questions for Daddy?' he asked.

'Not a question, but I don't feel embarrassed like I did on the first
night.' said I.

He looked down at my dicklet that was well and truly shrivelled to a little
half inch nob.

'It is still so small, I don't think it will ever get bigger.'  And I began
to cry.  He wiped my eyes with his hand and told me that I am wrong, that
it would grow, that I would be bigger, that puberty had started, and that
each day brought be closer to that first we dream.  I found that consoling,
coming from daddy.



All the while, he had not ejaculated, so he pulled out and suggested that I
have my second last tug of a man's cock.  But to do this, he suggested a
different seating position.  I sat on his stomach, facing away from him,
with my dicklet next to his big cock.  Even on top of him, his 7.8
protruded well above 2.8.  I then worked them both, one in each hand, until
he came.  Just before he came, he sat up and collected his jiss in his hand
then smeared in on my groin, more protein for my developing body, he said.
He then carried me to the shower and we washed down again.



The goodbye the next morning was awkward.  Mrs Kennedy took me back to the
school.  Brandon came with us.  The farewell was a simple handshake, such a
contrast to the most intimate experiences I had had in my life to date.



Brandon and I kept contact via email and several times on Skype.  I wanted
to know the day that it all finally happened for me, so I told him and
received congratulations.  Unlike other younger guys who bloom early and
end up really humiliating older less developed guys, Brandon was different.
And I thank him for that. Pity there are not many others like him.  He is
15 now and probably more of a man.  Perhaps one day I will drive through
his town and compare notes!