Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2012 14:04:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best of the Bunch  part 3

Best of the Bunch

Part 3

    "Stop using that word Sasha. I thought you were more chill than
that. I'll say it again: IT DOESN'T FUCKIN' MATTER. It's all sex. And when
it's love too, it's rockin'! Remember that, sweet one."
    I snuggled up close to him. "Get the jell in night table" I whispered.
    "It's in my room."
    I watched his ass as he stepped off the bed and out the room. Jesus
fuckin' christ! I was more aroused by him than I had been by his mother,
whose body blasted and did it ever! I gave a little private thanks to her,
wherever she was at that moment, whoever she was sucking off.
    He handed me the tube with this caution: "Go easy, ok?  You're bigger
than Jorell." As I applied the jell to my hardon I asked my son when he and
his bud first did it...and if Jorell was the only one.
    "Like you said, Dad...does it matter?"
    "I'd like to know, honey. You're my son. I got fucked by a boy when I
was sixteen. Before that we sucked each other when we were in 8th
grade. Back then the Square was a pretty wild place. We could hide in the
bushes and do a quick suck after school even."
    "Oh, wow...can't do that now...you really did that? Me and Jorell, it
was in June. At his place. His mother was away in D.C. for the day."
    "Who started it?"
    "The computer."
    "Porn?"
    "Yeah. ... that stuff is awesome."
    "How long you been lookin' at it?"
    "Since before I was born, I guess."
    By now my dick was well lubricated.
    "You ever seen a father fuck his son on the web?" As I said this I
gently turned him over. He didn't answer me, but spread his legs and lifted
his ass.
    I bent over and spread those high round cheeks of his so I could feel
with my finger how tight or loose he was. He seemed relaxed. Then I leaned
closer and put my tongue on his asshole.
    "Fuckin'... oh shit!...oh man...Dad! I seen this on the web!
...man...oh Dad!"
    Can you tell he liked it? He didn't want me to stop! I kept my face in
his ass crack like a dog in heat. He was like a bitch in heat. I had to
hold his hips firmly because he began to wiggle and squirm too much for me
to keep contact, but finally I had to stop.
    We shoved a pillow under him to get the right angle. Though I didn't
need assistance he reached behind to guide my dick to his..."pussy,
Dad. Call it that. It gets me excited!"
    "Yes darling. In your pussy, honey." This kind of talk, as if he was a
girl, got us both excited.
    As soon as a bit of my cockhead was in him he started to squeeze me
with his anus. I was pleased he knew already what to do; a small bit of
pressure was all I had to do while he himself took me in. I didn't know to
do that until I was 16. Kids today are so much advanced in every way.
    I won't say it was completely painless for him. He struggled and
squirmed and sweat until his anal muscle relaxed and opened and a good part
of my cock was in him. In my son.
    I gave him time until he felt accustomed to me and ready to go
further. And further we did go!
    At this point I have to tell you that screwing a boy is something
really special, and if the kid is your son, well, there's no word to
describe that. He asked for this and I most certainly was ready to
give. Two males engaged in sex, but between us a deep act of love, too. I
felt his tender soul and my battered and bruised one touching and merging
in some mysterious way.
    When my fucking motions began he spoke these words to me and then
remained silent until we finished: "Daddy, I want you to fuck me because I
love you. I am your son and I am your daughter, and I am mommy...and...I
want to..."
    This took me aback to say the least. I had no idea a boy this young
could have such feelings let alone express them in this manner. But it
didn't take me back enough to stop what I was doing.
    Oh god! His sweet ass! It was heaven. Warm snug heaven! From deep
between my legs I felt another strong orgasm forming. Are you keeping
count, reader? This will be my third in the same day. I didn't think such
was possible at my age anymore.
    With one final shove, a strong involuntary thrust that moved him up the
bed some, I came, all my muscles locked, putting in his ass what spunk I
had left. Done! Finished. I held onto his small shoulders and hugged Sasha,
hoping my act of love was accepted. "I'm done baby boy, and you are
beautiful."
    My heart was pounding against his chest, my breathing gradually coming
back to normal, my face near his beautiful one. More kissing. We lay
still. Occasionally he squeezed me with his anus. My cock, my daddy cock
grew softer, still in him and unwilling to leave until a last squeeze
popped me out. I'm done baby boy, and you are spectacular.

    Sasha waited patiently for me to recover when I told him I'd help him
cum if I could rest a minute. He wanted to jerk himself slowly, no rush,
while we looked at each other. There was a new bond between us, one rare
and unique. He seemed transformed by my action, by the intimate bodily
contact. I would never again look at him as a child, but as a
lover. Vigorously he fell to the job of his own orgasm. There was music
from the street, something happy and rockin.' The beat seemed to match the
action of his hand. More kissing, followed by a nice adolescent jets of cum
into my open mouth.
    He lay back into the pillows when done, his face torpid and slack and
rested. He sighed contentedly and grinned at me. "Dad...I never thought
that could happen."
    "Well, it did and darling your are so beautiful."
    Side by side in the dark room our languid bodies lay listening the
sounds of the city for some time. My boy had a question.
    "Do you think I'm good looking?"
    "You are sweet one, more than you know."

    Next morning was Sunday and I slept late. My bed was empty when I
finally got up to make coffee. The empty cereal bowl in the kitchen and the
greasy frying pan told me Sasha had been up for some time. With fresh
coffee made I looked out the window as I sipped from the mug. There were
just a few boys around and no Sasha. Neither did I see Jorell.
    A few hours later I was marking papers when my boy called.
    "You think you can meet us later, Jorell and his Dad, for lunch? At
that coffee shop we like."
    My gut suddenly got tight. His Dad?
    "Yeah. I'm at their house now. Ok?"
    I'd met his Jorell's father Adam several times briefly. Adam's
contribution's to his son's good looks was evident in his own
handsomeness. And their personalities were similar: bright and easy
going. I hoped it would stay that way. I said yes to lunch since I felt I
had no choice.



end part 3

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Julian
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