Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 22:26:04 -0500
From: Eric L <dad_peter_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 9 - Peter at age 12

I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 9 - Peter at age 12
   by Eric L.                               *** ADULT FICTION ***
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Please put PETER in your email subject.
Thank you.   --Eric

THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
It does not represent my actions or anyone else's.  I claim a right
to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have
fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for
entertaining reading and feedback.   --Eric L.

See bottom of file for 6 other current stories by me.
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I WANTED MY DAD - Chapter 9     More Wonderful Moments
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Peter age 12.  Peter will continue to progress in age.
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*IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!*
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      "Peter you're cumming!  I can see it!"

      See it?  I bent my head and could not believe I saw a
      little precum squirt up, then two tiny squirts of white
      stuff.

      "It's CUM!  I can CUM!  I'm GROWING, dad!!"

      I think that's when I blacked out.
      ______


        PETER is 11-1/2 at the beginning of this chapter.
        PETER becomes 12 years old during the chapter.

        Dad's thoughts come into play in this chapter.  They are
        enclosed in { } wavy brackets:  {Dad's thoughts}


I was in dad's arms when I woke up.

"Hi, dad."

"Hey, Peter!  You're back!"

"Back?"

"You were out for a minute.  I was starting to worry, but I
thought because of the way you came--"

"Oh," I said, trying to think.  "Wait!  I came!!  Real cum--
didn't I?"  I was sure I didn't dream it.

"Yes, Petey!"

"Ooooh, yeah!  I shot good, dad?"  Now I could tell how good I
felt, down there--my dick felt tight, too.

"Yes, Peter!  You shot very nicely--your first real cum.  A small
stream or two, but really remarkable for an eleven-and a-half-
year-old boy."  Dad sounded proud.

"Oh DAD!  I remember!  I SAW it!  That means I'm REALLY growing
up, right?"

"Yes, it sure does, son."

"Oh, YES!"

Then daddy took me in the bathroom and we had a shower together.
Dad washed himself really good, and let me wash his penis, even
though he already did.

"Easy, son.  I'm still sensitive there."

"Okay."  I knew what that meant.  I tried to wash my own.  "AH!
I'm still sensitive, too, dad."  I washed his and mine really
gently.

"That's my good boy."

"Hey dad?  Did you go . . . you know, like ALL the way in me,
when you were, you know--"

"No, Peter.  You're not ready for that.  Why did you ask?"

"Because, when you were fucking--I mean, penetrating me, I
thought you said you were ALL THE WAY in.  I SWEAR I heard you
say that!"

"No, Petey.  I wouldn't do that yet.  You know how much I love
you and care about you.  You're not--"

"I know, I know, dad--I'm not ready for that, even though I AM.
But why did I hear you say that?"

"I don't know, son.  Maybe you were very excited, and started to
dream while you were aroused."

"Can that happen, dad?"

"Yes, it can.  Especially since I know you've been wanting that.
And especially to a nice healthy horny boy like you."

"Like me?"

"Yes," dad said, picking me up and holding me over his head, "you
happy little bundle, you!"

{My boy looked so good, and he was good.  I loved him more than I
could describe.  His cute little body always excited me.  My son,
at 12, was not quite 5 feet tall, very skinny--I hated to think
how little he weighed, not that he wasn't eating me out of house
and home.  I loved Peter's soft blue eyes, and sparkling blonde
hair.  He was like a little hairless child god, a boy
stud, the stuff dreams are made of.  I still couldn't believe I
had him to myself, and I protected him diligently.}

Dad holding me like that made me giggle.  Then dad licked my
balls while he was holding me, and that tickled really bad.

"Daaaaaaaaaddddddeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Okay, son," he said smiling, and put me down, "But I say you're
not ready for me to penetrate you totally, Peter."

"I still want you all the way in me, dad!"

"I know, Petey.  When the time comes, I'll know you're ready."

"And you'll do it?"

"When it's right, I promise I will."

"Cool!  Can it be soon, dad, pleeeeeease."

"Never mind!"

After we rinsed and dried, dad took me to bed.  I loved sleeping
with him.

"Peter, you had quite a workout.  How do you feel?"

"I feel great, dad."

"Good, Petey.  I do, too."

We were both sitting up in bed.  I crawled up him for a kiss.

"Mmmmm!  That's so good, dad."

"Yes, it is Peter."

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That was six months ago, when I was 11 and 1/2 years old.

Today I'm 12!  And I'm really excited about what dad and I will
do tonight to celebrate, when we play.

During the day today, dad had a birthday party for me, with all
my friends, and even my teacher from last year that daddy likes.
I hope he doesn't marry her or anything.

There was one kid, Craig, he's in my class, he's cute, and he was
looking at dad, and at me, too.  I was wondering about him.  He's
really nice.  We talked a lot at the party and he said I could
sleep over sometime, if I wanted to.  I told him I'd ask my dad.

There was this girl, Jenny, who kept talking to me.  I was glad
when she had to leave early.  She was a pest.  Plus, she's a
girl.  Ewwwww!  She tried to be nice, though.

Dad got me a totally awesome present--a motorscooter!  A really
good one!  It was an Alamonto something, from Italy, he said.  It
was real expensive.  I couldn't wait to try it out, but dad said
it would have to wait till I took a class.

All day, we were so busy getting ready for the party and stuff,
we didn't get to play at all.

A little after the party, I wanted to play with dad, but I was so
tired, I just went to bed and fell asleep.

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The next morning was Saturday.  Dad was still sleeping, and it
was eight o'clock already.  I hissed in his ear.

"Hssssssss.  Hsssssssssssss."

"Humphrrrrmm, arrrrrrmm," Dad moaned.

"Hsssssssssss!  Wake up, dad."

"No!  Go away!" dad said, still in his sleep, I think.

"Daaddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Garrrummpphhh!  What time is it?"

"Daddy wake up, it's late!"

"How late?"

"Real late.  It's almost nine o'clock."

Then dad opened one eye and saw the alarm clock.

"Peter, it's just eight o'clock, not nine!"

I reached for the giant briefs, and got under the sheet and put
it on us.  It was always so cool to both be in it, especially now
when we were naked.

"Muuuffffullll . . . garfffulll."

I rubbed my dick really good against dad's.  I knew that would
get him up.

"ffPeter, nomphh, not fffair.  Sphhleep just a few mornn
minutes."

"Come on, dad!"

"Okay, okay, just not so loud Peter."

"Come . . . on . . . dad," I whispered.  Then I got the idea to
stick my tongue in daddy's ear, and I did it.

"YeeaaahhhHHHHHH!"

I guess that was a good way to wake him up.

Then I did everything I could--rubbed his nipples, licked his
balls and his dick, then I rubbed my dick on top of his, over and
over.  I loved that, and my dick was jumping.

"Peter!" dad yelled, out of breath.

I got my face right in front of his.  "Yeah, dad?" I said softly.

"Oh, shit, Peter--you're so damn cute."

I flickered my eyelashes like girls do.  "Oh, really sir?  Maybe
you wanna fuck a nice boy like me?  I'll let ya, if your nice,
too."

"Peter, come here."  Dad hugged me real good, and I got to his
face and kissed him.

"Mmmm!  Petey!  What a way to wake up!"

"You like it, dad?" I said, rubbing our dicks together real slow.

"Mmm!  That's so nice, son."

Then we both squirmed, and I tried to rub every part of me
against every part of dad.  I think I did a good job.

"Peter--Mmmm!"

"Can we play now, dad?"

"Well, let me have a taste of breakfast first," dad said, and he
took my dick in his mouth.  "Mmmm.  Okay, that's much better."

"Aaarrrggh!"  That felt great!  I did the same to him and wiggled
my tongue like daddy showed me.

"Awwrrfff!  That's no fair, Peter."

"Yes it is!  You're nice and hard, now.  You told me that means
your penis is happy.  So the rest of you is, too."

"Ah--yes, Peter.  That's right."

"So that means you wanna fuck me.  I'm a good boy and daddies
always fuck their good boys that make them happy, right, dad?"

"Yes--but, um, don't go telling anyone, Peter.  I think that's
just you and me that feel this way."

I knew never to tell--and dad knew that.

"But I alread--AHH!  Daddy!"

Dad stuck a finger in my butt.

"I thought I had this cute little boy in bed who--"

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!  I'm not little!"

"Peter--I think we better go do some shopping and get a haircut,
today."

When dad said that kinda stuff, it was no use.

"Okay, dad."

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I couldn't pay attention to what dad was doing, or what was going
on, until we got to the barber shop.  There were three men
waiting to get haircuts.  Two of them looked like maybe college
guys, and one man was about dad's age.

I really didn't want to get a haircut.  I looked fine.

"Dad--do I hafta get a haircut today?"  I really wanted to go
home.  I was horny and hard, and a little embarrassed because I
was tenting my shorts a little.

"Yes, you have to!"

I was quiet then, trying to think of what to say to get out of
this.

"Please, dad?"

"Don't ask again, Peter."

When the barber said it was my turn, I tried one more time.

"Dad, come on, I don't want to.  I wanna go home."

Then dad whispered in my ear.  "That's it Peter!"  Then, he
didn't say anything else.

Dad stood me up on the empty barber chair, and pulled my shorts
and briefs off.  Now everyone could see my boner!

Then he took his hand back way far, and spanked me.  After a few
whacks he put me over his knee, and spanked about ten more times.
Even though it didn't hurt much, I was crying.

I wondered if my butt was redder than my face.  A few of the men
said, 'Yeah, you go, dad,' 'You can tell he's a good father,' or
something like that.  But when dad stopped everything was quiet
except for me crying.

I wondered of those guys saw my butt--but now, no one was
looking.

Then dad dressed me and sat me in the barber chair.  I stopped
crying, after a while.  My butt hurt and it felt hot.

Then when we were all done, we went home.

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"Did you learn a lesson today?" dad asked, after I stripped naked
for him.  Dad looked real serious.

"Yes, dad," I said, feeling really bad.  "I'm sorry."

"What did you learn?" he said, rubbing my sore butt.

"That I should never question you when you say to do something."

"That's right, son.  And when it's time to get things done, we do
them right away--none of this 'I don't want to,' or, 'Let's go
home,' anymore, young man!"

"Yes, sir."

"All right, let's put this behind, us Petey," dad said, taking me
to the shower.

"Okay, dad," I said, knowing the bad part was over, and I could
forget about it.

"That's my good boy," dad said, giving me a big hug and rubbing
me.  That felt so good.  I knew he always loved me, and I loved
him.

"Dad, it hurts." I said, turning around so the shower would hit
on my front.  The warm water burned my butt, and it wasn't really
that warm.

"That's part of your learning, too, Peter--but you better keep
that water off your cute little ass.  I'll see what I can do to
stop the hurt when we finish here."

"Okay, dad."

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I was glad to be in dad's bedroom, with both of us naked right
after our shower.  I loved being on his bed, even though I slept
there a lot.

"Get on your knees, and look at me son," daddy said, dropping his
towel and smiling at me.

Dad did this every once in a while because he liked to see me get
hard just looking at him.  I LOVED looking at him.  It didn't
take long--pretty soon, I had a good boner.

"Peter!  I can't believe I didn't notice till now, son!  Your
penis is definitely bigger--a lot bigger than I remember it.

I looked down at myself.  "Oh, WOW, dad!  It really IS bigger."

"Son!  That's incredible.  I'll be you have four and a half,
maybe five inches.  It's like it grew overnight."

I didn't care exactly how big, but it was wonderful, and really
cool that dad loved my big dick.  I thought it really did grow
overnight.

"I'm really growing!  I'm really growing!" I said, jumping on the
bed.

"Stand up, Peter."  Then dad looked at my balls.  "Peter, you
have hair there now."

Then dad lay me down.

"Sit up and look, son."

"Oh, YES!  I have HAIR!  ON my balls!  Oh, dad!"

Then he hugged me.  "Nice, Peter.  Very nice.  I'm happy for
you."

"And look!  There's more hair around my dick, too!"

"Yes!  And--Peter, you have precum."

"Oh, wow!  Is this puberty, dad?"

"Yes!"

"YAAAAAAAAAY!"

It took a while for me to stop being excited, and dad got the oil
and started rubbing it into my butt.  I lay on my tummy and had
my legs turned up while dad made my butt feel really good.

"Do you like this, Peter?"  {I was rubbing oil into my aroused
boy's ass.  He practically asked for that spanking, an hour ago,
and his butt was pleasantly warm and red.}  "This is your
birthday playtime, you know?"

"Ohhhh, yeah, daddy."  Even though a day late, I knew it was
gonna be a great present.

{As I rubbed Peter's tender, smooth perfect ass, I realized my
boy had no idea of the nerves and muscles connecting the buttocks
with the pubic mound--the area of muscles and other tissue
surrounding the base of the penis--thus the rubbing provided
indirect but potent penile stimulation.  Of course the feelings
were even more intense when the passageway inside his butt
received a good, daddy internal massage.  But right now, his
little cock knew what was happening.}

"Does this feel good, too?" {I asked, carefully sliding a finger
into his hot, tender tunnel.}

"OH!  Oh, yeah, dad!  Oooo!"

"You like that, huh, boy?"  Dad knew I did.

"I want the bigger thing, daddy!"

"What bigger thing?"

"Dad . . .you know!"

"You have to tell me, Peter."

"Your penis."  I wanted him to fuck me so bad, I felt it in my
butt.

"Come sit on daddy like I showed you--but you must prove your
manly control, now."

"Oh, no--not that again."  Dad was putting the lube stuff on me
and him.

"Yes, that again.  Just put the tip of me in you, Peter--and NO
more."

It's not that Dad was being mean.  He wanted to train me to be a
real man.  But I just wanted him to fuck me like he did the day
before yesterday.

"Okay, dad."

"That's my good boy."

I climbed up on his lap and he held my arms.  I loved the strong
feel of his hands on me, and he smelled so good, too.  I pressed
my shoulders against his chest and he lined up his dick for me.
Then I pushed down a little.

"Good boy."

"OW!" I said, feeling the widest part of him stretching me.  I
knew exactly what part of his dick that was.  "Oh, daddy!"  It
hurt, but not bad.

"Keep going, Peter.  Good boy."

"UHH!" I said, with dad's big tip in me finally.

"You have to stay in that position, Peter.  Just the tip,
remember?"

"No, daddy, please!  Give me more!"

Dad rubbed my nipples.

"I feel like I'm gonna cum, dad."

"No, don't!  Lift up off me, Peter.  Right now."

"No, daddy, no!" It was really weird--I tried to lift off, but
daddy held me so hard, I couldn't move.  "Dad!  What--"

Daddy was smiling.  Then he kissed my neck.  Then he looked at
me.  I guess he changed his mind and was making me not move,
instead of getting off him.

"Does my Petey really want more of daddy?"

"Oh, YES!  Oh, yes!"

"Kiss daddy real good."

I kissed my dad right on the lips and pushed my tongue in his
mouth, just the way I know he likes.

"How's that, dad?"  Daddy was getting out of breath.

"Again, Peter."

This time while I kissed him, I touched his chest all over.
Daddy liked that.

"Okay, Peter, I'm going to release you.  But go slowly!"

"Oh dad, dad, YES!  Oh, YES!"  He was starting to slide inside
me.  Well, I was sliding down him, and I don't know if that's the
same, exactly.

"OH!  Oh, fuck, daddy!"

"That's only half of me, Peter.  You're sounding too grown up
again."

"Do you like that, dad?"

"Yes, Peter, it's exciting at times, especially now."

"I want more, daddy!"  I wanted it all.

"Well, that's about as much as you've ever had in you, son."

I had to--I just HAD to go for it.  With my arms trying to wrap
around dad's chest, I let down a little more.

"Petey boy, that feels . . . ohhh . . . wonderful."

"Dad, oh shit!  Oh . . . OH!"

I was getting more of him, of his beautiful dick inside me, and
it felt so good!  Facing him and sitting sorta in his lap like I
was, I slid down him.

"Ah, oh, yeah!" I yelled.

Then daddy lifted me with his strong hands.

"Daddy wait--"

"It's okay, Petey!"

Then he let me down about halfway on his dick, then he pulled me
back up with just the tip of him in me again.  He was breathing
hard.

"More, dad!"

He let me back down, and I had a little more of him than before.
The he took me up and down again.  Each time he did that, it made
my dick jump up.

"Oh, Peter!" dad said, and he turned around, making him pull out
of me.  First he lay back and rubbed my butt for a long time.
Then, he put me on my hands and knees and came up behind me.  His
hard pole felt so good up against my butt.

"Ahh!  What are you doing, dad?"

"You want to try it doggy-style?"

"Is that what this is?"

"Yes."

"Sure, dad!"

{I hadn't risked penetrating my sweet son in this position
before, because it was known for deep penetration, and I never
wanted to overdo it, and take a chance of hurting him.}

Then dad pushed in, and he slipped inside my butt so easy this
time.  But he only went halfway again.

"Are you . . . ok, son?" Dad said, getting really out of breath.

"Go in more, dad!"

"Peter--daddy's getting . . . very horny and I'm . . . afraid
I'll lose control and . . . really hurt you."

I thought it was so cool that I was making dad get out of breath.

"You won't hurt me, dad!"

He didn't say anything, just moaned real loud and put more dick
in me.

"Yeah, YEAH, Dad!"

He was in me more than ever before.

"Is there more?"

"Y-yes, Peter!"

"I want it, dad!"

Then dad pushed a lot more inside me and it hurt a little, but I
loved it.

"Son! Is . . . it--"

"YEAH!  It's fine, dad!"

"Uhhrrgh!" daddy moaned, then I felt him go out, and then a whole
bunch more in.  The hurt came, then went away real fast.

I knew dad was in all the way.  I felt his body against my butt,
and his hair felt so good there.

"OH YEAH!  Oh, fuck!  DADDY!  Push!  PUSH!"

"S-son are . . . you sure--"

"I'M SURE, DAD!  Fuck me, dad!  Please."

"Oh, God, yes, Petey!"

When dad went in the next time it was so fast, he hit really
hard, and I slid forward on my knees, and that burned my knees a
little.

"AH!"

"Sorry, Peter!"

"No, it's ok.  It was just my knees!"

"Okay, grab the head board, son!  Hold on really tight."

"Okay, daddy!"

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