Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 15:17:07 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: Joel's Dreams Come True

Joel's Dreams Come True

a story by plantagenet

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. It is intended for an adult audience in
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Joel's Dreams Come True

You couldn't meet a sweeter young boy than Joel. He was everything a parent
could want in a boy - he was popular at school, he always obeyed his
teachers, he kept his room tidy and never shirked his chores at home. He
even ate up all of his broccoli (when his daddy added it to his dinner
plate). As for looks, he was the kind of boy you might expect to see
smiling out at you from a K-Mart catalogue, wearing something adorable and
inexpensive from the 10-12 years Boys' range. Joel had sandy hair that was
never too long on his collar, and flawless skin.

But of course, nobody's perfect, and Joel's young life was cursed with a
terrible problem: Joel suffered from frequent, long-lasting erections. Up
until he approached his tweens, he had been getting little boners, that
came and went within minutes, much as any boy did, but nothing compared to
these. However, since around the time of his twelfth birthday, his penis
seemed to develop a mind of its own. Some days he woke up hard and stiff,
ate his breakfast stiff, got dressed stiff, rode his bike to school
uncomfortably stiff, sat in all his classes stiff, and was still ragingly
stiff when he went to bed that night!

The only piece of luck Joel had with his penis was the size of it - when it
was hard (as it was most of the day and night) it fitted easily within his
hand, with only the tip just barely sticking out past his fingers. Not that
Joel put his hand on his erection very often. He was a good boy - he only
handled it to wash it or take a piss. Or sometimes to move it around inside
his undies when no-one was looking, to stop his stiffie showing out so
much. Which it did, a lot. Joel's erection wasn't bendy, like some boys
have, but hard as an old branch, and only a few degrees above horizontal.
So even though it wasn't large, it was certainly prominent.

As soon as Joel realised (from diligent and frequent observations of other
boys) that a thirty-six-hour iron-bar stiffie wasn't normal, he did the one
thing you would expect him to do: he talked to his daddy about it. He
probably would have talked to his mom, but she died when Joel was a little
boy, and he barely remembered her. It had always been just 'him and daddy'.
"Daddy", he said one afternoon as his father was preparing a salad for
their dinner, "Can I talk to you about something?"

His father smiled. He loved Joel more than anything. "Sure, darlin'. You
know you can talk to me anytime, about anything. What's on your mind?" the
man asked as he trimmed some radishes.

Joel was encouraged by his father's words. "Daddy, my...my, uh, penis seems
to be hard a lot lately. Is that, er, how it's supposed to be?"

Joe's daddy smiled as he sliced a few carrots. "Why, sure it is,
darlin'. That just means you're growing up. My little boy will soon be a
man. Your penis is just, you know, testing itself out, practicing,
like. Getting ready for a lifetime of, er... well...getting ready for...a
lifetime. Didn't they talk to you about this stuff at school? In health
class or something?"

Joel nodded. "Sure, daddy, they did mention it, but they never said
anything about, um, well...about it happening so much, and staying so hard
for so long, and being so...so...well, hard!"

Daddy smiled, trying not to laugh. Boys! They think their whole world is
coming to an end the minute a little physical problem arises! "Tell you
what, darling, after dinner you and I will sit down and have a nice long
talk about it. Right now I'm getting dinner ready and I don't want any of
my fingers to end up in the coleslaw from being distracted."

"Okay, daddy. I can wait", Joel answered, turning to leave the kitchen. As
he did so, his daddy noticed the pointy tip of his son's stiff penis
pushing out the front of his school shorts. Maybe the boy had a good reason
to be concerned, he thought.

After dinner, Joel and his daddy cleared away the dishes and put them in
the sink. "Leave those for a minute, son, and we'll talk in the living
room". He ushered the boy in front of him and walked over to the
three-seater. Sitting in the corner, he spread his legs and invited Joel to
sit on his lap. Joel grinned and jumped straight onto his daddy's thighs,
like he used to do when he was little. "Now son, I want you to know that I
love you more than anything in the world, and no matter what you say to me
I'll still love you for always. So feel free to get it all off your
chest". With that Joel's daddy ran his hand up under Joel's T-shirt and
rubbed his son's smooth chest, just like he used to do when Joel was much
younger.

The boy purred as his daddy caressed his bare chest and midriff, and the
inevitable happened. His dick hardened and stood up as straight as it could
in the confines of his drill shorts. Joel sighed. "Oh, no, not again!" he
thought. But he also noticed that daddy didn't seem as bothered by it as he
expected.

"So, you're having some bother with your penis getting stiff a lot, eh,
son? Tell me about it. And no need to be embarassed about it, I can see
that it's hard right now, and it doesn't worry or annoy me one little bit",
daddy comforted his son.

Joel nodded in agreement. "It went hard as soon as you put your hand on my
chest, daddy. It's pushing so hard I think my zipper is gonna burst!"

"Well, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, darling. Let's just unzip
these shorts so you don't feel so confined, okay?"

"Okay daddy", Joel agreed as he watched his daddy's fingers unbutton the
tab of his tight school shorts and carefully lower the zipper down,
exposing a little white cotton-covered mountain.

"There!" daddy exclaimed. "Does that feel better, son?"

Joel snuggled deeper into daddy's lap. "Mmm hmm", he murmured, as daddy
continued to stroke his son's soft tummy.

"So, my boy, tell me what's on your mind", daddy urged.

Joel sighed. "I...I don't know where to start...I...it..."

Daddy took his hand off Joel's tummy and caressed the boy's long bare
thigh. When his thumb got to the hem of the boy's shorts, he pushed it
upwards right up to the boy's undies. "That's okay, son, just say whatever
is bothering you. For instance, what do you think made you get an erection
just now?" Daddy ran his hand down and up his son's other thigh before
going back under the boy's thin T-shirt and brushing over his tiny nipples
with his fingertips.

Joel sighed deeply again. "It...it went hard as soon as you put your hand
on my chest, daddy. And today in school, our teacher walked up behind me in
class and put his hand on my shoulder and said something to me, but I
couldn't hear him because there was a kind of rushing sound in my ears
while my penis just went hard right away. After lunch, in gym, when I saw
the other boys getting undressed it went super hard and didn't go down for
the whole lesson! And then when I got home today, and I saw you in the
kitchen, with your shirt buttons open, and your big hairy chest, and I
thought...I thought..." the boy faltered.

"It's okay, son. What did you think when you saw me?" Daddy whispered.

"I...I thought how handsome you looked. And as soon as I thought that, it
went so hard I thought it would explode!"

Daddy smiled as he rubbed his son's tummy. "Well, the good news, son, is
that it won't do that, no matter how much it feels like it will. Anything
else you want to tell me?"

"Well...sometimes when I'm in bed, I kinda wish...that you'd come in
and...lie down next to me. Mommy used to do that, didn't she, daddy?"

Daddy sighed as he recalled his beloved wife, and stroked Joel's lower
belly some more. The boy arched his lower back upwards to meet his daddy's
roaming hand. "Yes, son, she did. She loved you so much. Near the end, she
made me promise to love you forever, and to look after you like she would
have. So, anytime you want to come and lie next to me in bed, it's fine
with me. Your bed's a bit small for the two of us, you're growing up so big
lately!"

Joel chuckled at this. He threw his arms around his daddy's neck and gave
his daddy a little peck on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy. Maybe I'll come
in...tonight?"

Daddy smiled. "Any night you want, darlin'."

Joel squeezed his daddy tightly. "And it won't bother you if...if I come in
and it's already stiff, daddy?" the boy continued, referring to his little
problem.

"Not in the slightest, son. I might even be stiff myself. It's natural for
us guys."

"It's been so warm at night lately, daddy, even with my window open. Too
warm for my usual pyjamas. I...I've been using one of your old singlets to
sleep in, with, um, nothing under it. You don't mind?"

"One of mine, eh son? Which one?"

"The orange one, daddy. It comes down to here on me", the boy added,
pointing to his mid-thigh area.

"Well, I'm delighted somebody is getting some use out of that old rag, and
I'm sure you look a lot better in it than I ever did, son", daddy commented
modestly, making Joel laugh.

"You look good in everything, daddy!" the boy asserted. He wriggled around
on his daddy's lap and sighed.

"You're not too hot now, are you son? It must be getting warm on my lap,
even though I love having you there. Do you want to go change out of your
school clothes and into that singlet?" daddy enquired. The boy grinned and
leapt off his daddy's lap, racing to his room while holding up his unzipped
shorts with one hand. A bare thirty seconds later he was back on his
daddy's lap, clad in the threadbare orange garment Joel had retrieved from
the Goodwill basket where his daddy had thrown it. Even though Joel had
said the hem reached down as far as mid-thigh, a more accurate appraisal
would have put the length only an inch or two below his groin.

Joel sighed as daddy's comforting hand resumed its caressing duties. His
warm fingers crept along Joel's inner thigh from his knobby knee to the
tattered hem of the singlet, then continued upwards, pushing the flimsy
piece of cloth with it, in the process uncovering Joel's erection, which
gave a little throb of exhilaration as it felt itself being freed into the
open air.

Joel glanced up to see whether daddy was disgusted or horrified with the
sight of his stiffie, but wonder of wonders! Daddy just smiled benignly at
his son and continued stroking his lower belly, having pushed the singlet
all the way up to Joel's nipples. The lower three quarters of Joel's body
were now uncovered to daddy's gaze, and daddy liked what he saw.

Emboldened by his daddy's caresses, Joel opened up about what was on his
mind. "Daddy, you know how sometimes you have a dream, and it's really
vivid, like, it seems so real, but when you wake up you can hardly remember
it?"

"Yes, son, that's natural. I think it's something to do with short term
memory or something" daddy replied, not wanting to seem uneducated in front
of his son.

"Well, I had a dream last night, and it was so strong, I can still remember
it really clearly. Probably because I must have woke up in the night and
climbed into bed with you, because I woke up in your bed this morning."

"Yes, you did, son, but it's okay, like I said, I don't mind at all. So,
what did you dream about?"

"Well, don't laugh, but I dreamed I was a space rocket!" the boy answered,
chuckling.

"You mean you were ON a space rocket?" daddy said, correcting Joel.

"No, daddy, I WAS the rocket. I was standing straight up, really tall, on
the launching pad, and I had nothing on, no clothes or metal plating or
anything, just me, but I was really, really tall. Oh, and I had a boner,
too."

Daddy laughed. "Well, that part doesn't surprise me. So, what happened?"

Joel wriggled a little as daddy's hand wandered around his upper thighs,
then circled up to his belly button. "Well, there was a countdown, then I
blasted off into space! The rockets were in my feet, like Astro Boy! But
here's where it started getting weird. My mission was to dock with the
Space Station Mir, but YOU were the space station, daddy!"

"Me? I was a Russian space station?" daddy smiled, incredulous.

"Yeah, it was really weird. You were floating there in space, with your
arms out, they were your solar panels, and you...you were, uh, naked
too. Your eyes were shut, it was like you were asleep. And when I got
closer, you, uh..." the boy's narrative petered out, as he blushed and
looked at his feet.

Daddy cuddled the almost nude boy and reassured him. "Son, remember me
telling you that you were allowed to say anything and I wouldn't get mad or
anything? Well, that goes double with dreams. See, dreams didn't really
happen, they're just our brain's way of, er, working stuff out while we're
asleep. So I won't get mad no matter what was in your crazy dream, okay?"

Joel sighed. "Thank you, daddy. It's just so weird!" Joel snuggled closer
as daddy's hand drifted up to his left nipple and stroked it a few times
with his fingertips before wandering down the boy's ribcage and lower still
to his hip. Joel held his breath as the side of daddy's hand came oh, so
close to accidentally bumping into his boner, but at the last second it
veered away, and slowly stroked his innner thigh again.

"Well, when I got closer to docking with you, I was wondering where your
docking port could be. And then you...you got a boner, daddy. A real big
one. And I knew, somehow, that your boner was your docking port! And you
know how there's a door up near the nose cone of a space rocket? Well, my
door was my, uh, mouth"

Daddy took a couple of moments to digest and process this information. His
hand was lazily sweeping up and down Joel's firm thigh, then back up to his
ribcage. "So, did you and I, um...dock?"

Joel sighed deeply. "Oh, yes, daddy, we did! I caught your, um, docking
port in my mouth, and held it there while all the spacemen got ready to
disembark"

"Spacemen?" daddy echoed dumbly.

"Oh, yes daddy, that was the reason for my mission. I had to dock with, uh,
you and collect all the stranded spacemen, there were thousands of
them. They all were very tiny, compared to me of course, and they had white
spacesuits on. Each one had a breathing kit with a white hose coming out
the back of it, it looked like a little tail behind each one, and when I,
er, docked with you, a big bunch of spacemen all rushed out at once, but I
rescued them in my mouth! I think there must have been some kind of
explosion on the space station, and that's why I had to do the rescue
mission, because there were about five or six more bunches of spacemen that
kind of blew out of the space station docking port into my mouth. But the
mission was successful, daddy, because I didn't lose a single one of them!
I, um, undocked and flew all those spacemen back to earth safe and sound!"

Daddy was quiet for a moment. "There's no doubt about it, son. Your mother
always told me you would grow up to be a really special boy, and if your
dreams are anything to go by, you surely are. I love you, darlin', I truly
do."

"Thank you daddy, I love you too, very, very much. Uh, can I ask you
something?" Joel wriggled on his daddy's lap. trying to get comfortable.

Daddy sighed. "Of course you can, darlin'. Go ahead."

"Well, you know how sometimes on Friday or Saturday nights I have a
sleepover at Carl's house?" Joel began.

Daddy sensed immediately what was coming. "Uh, Carl, let me see...he's the
one next to you in that photo, the one on your desk. I think you once told
me he has a widowed mother, right? Kind of streaky blonde straight hair,
hazel-green eyes, a bit shorter than you?"

"That's him, daddy. He's my best friend. Well, his mom wants to go visit
with her sister in Nevada, but Carl doesn't really want to go, it's so hot
and dusty out there in the desert. So she asked me if Carl could have a
sleepover here with me! Can he, daddy, please?"

Daddy made out that he was thinking it over, but his mind was already made
up. If Joel had slept over at this kid's place before (and it was quite a
few times, if his memory served him correctly) then it was high time that
he returned the favour. "Absolutely, son, Carl can come over anytime. What
sort of things do you two guys get up to when you're over at his house
anyways? Computer games and junk food and ghost stories, I bet."

Joel shrugged a little. "Not really, daddy. We don't much like that sort of
stuff. But we have lots of fun."

"Well, maybe you should tell me what sort of fun you have, so I'll be
prepared when Carl comes over, huh?"

"Okay, daddy. Well, the first thing is, we have these kind of joke names
for each other. I call him Carol, instead of Carl, and he calls me Joanne
instead of Joel. It always cracks us up, and Mrs Johnson laughs
too. Sometimes we play pretend, and Carol's mom lets us dress up in some
old clothes that she keeps for him"

"Uh huh. What, er, kind of clothes?" daddy murmured.

"Oh, you know, daddy, just old stuff, like petticoats and bras and little
dresses. And Carol's mom's got these really cool dolls that she lets us
play with, and when we dress up we pretend they're our babies."

"Hmm. Go on, darlin' "

"Well, sometimes we take turns giving each other makeovers, 'cause Carol's
mom has got a whole bunch of makeup stuff. You know, fingernail polish and
toenail polish, eyeliners, blushers, and sometimes I put Carol's hair in
rollers, or put some lipstick on him. Sometimes we pretend we're at a day
spa, and we give each other backrubs all over! It's lots of fun, daddy!"

"I'm sure it is, son. But I don't remember you ever coming home from
Carl's, er, Carol's, with makeup on. I'm pretty sure I would have
remembered that."

"That's because Mrs Johnson makes us take a bath and clean ourselves off
before bed, so we don't mess up the sheets."

"You guys take a bath? Together?"

"Of course, daddy. It's a big bath, there's plenty of room. It's got bubble
jets and everything! Then after we've had supper, we go to bed and talk"

"Uh, both of you in the one bed?" daddy whispered.

Joel sighed. "It's a really big bed, daddy. I bet you probably could fit
about four kids in it. It used to be Carol's mom and dad's, but now she has
a small bed and Carol and me use the big one when I sleep over."

"So, what do you guys talk about, in bed, together?"

"Oh, you know, daddy, just stuff. Nothing important. Mostly we talk about
the boys in our class at school, and what they look like, what clothes they
wear, their hairstyles, and stuff like that. Sometimes Carol talks about
you."

"Me? I don't, er, think he's ever met me - has he?"

"No daddy, but I described you to him, and he hasn't got a daddy, so I kind
of, you know, while we're playing, let him borrow you sometimes. To be his
daddy, and, you know, hold him and care for him. Like you do for me."

Daddy smiled. "That's very generous of you, son. What, er, other stuff do
the two of you get up to in that big bed?"

Joel pursed his lips in thought. "Well, one game we like playing is
'Lifeguard'."

"Uh huh," daddy replied. "Like at the beach, eh? And how do you play that?"

Joel fluttered his eyelashes. "Well, we both have to change into swimsuits
first, daddy. Carol has these really nice ones he lends me, they're yellow
and light blue and they tie up with strings at the sides"

"Mmm hmm", daddy murmured. "Kind of like speedos, are they son?"

"Sort of, daddy, only smaller. They feels really nice, except when I get a
boner it sticks out over the top."

Daddy chuckled, imagining the sight. "Of course it does, son. Then what?"

"Well, we have to put our sun lotion on, so we don't get burned by the
harsh sunlight. We smear it all over each other. It's fun, putting the
lotion on. Carol always giggles when I rub it all over him"

"I bet he does, son. And does he rub it on you, too?"

"Mmm, yes, daddy, Carol is especially good at rubbing lotion all over
me. Then we spread towels on the floor and lie down, and practice
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on each other," Joel added in a dreamy voice.

"Mouth-to-mouth, huh?" daddy remarked. "I can see how that might be a
useful skill to have. What else do you get up to?"

Joel's voice dropped to a whisper. "Sometimes Carol says we can play
'mommies and daddies'...if we've both , um, you know, got, uh, boners. It
helps them go down. You.. don't mind, do you, daddy?"

"Son, I've been in that same boat many a time, with a boner that won't quit
when I'm trying to get to sleep! Anything that helps you get off...er, to
sleep, I mean, is probably good for you. How...er, do you play mommies and
daddies, anyway?"

Joel batted his eyelashes at his daddy and blushed prettily. He pushed his
hips upwards a little, to try to get his daddy's wandering hand a bit
closer to...to where it would feel really nice, but every time he thought
daddy was just about to stroke his boner, his hand veered off in another
direction. It was driving Joel a bit frantic, and it certainly wasn't doing
anything to help his boner get soft.

"Well, Carol always wants to be the mommy, so that means I have to be the
daddy. We start off by taking off our pyjamas, because they're too
hot. Then Carol draws back the covers and lies on the bed and opens his
arms. I have to pretend that I'm the daddy, just come home from work. I
climb on the bed and lie on top of him. I tell him how beautiful he is, and
give him a little kiss, just like I guess you used to kiss Mommy"

Daddy had a faraway look in his eyes, as his hand caressed Joel's lower
belly, just above the boy's pubis. A catch in his son's voice made him
remember where he was, stopping his hand from moving too far down just in
time. "Yes, son, I loved to kiss your mother", he replied dreamily, his
fingertips playing a tune on his son's bald pubic mound.

Joel gazed at the sadness in his daddy's eyes, and wished there was more
that he could do to comfort him. "Then Carol reaches around and puts his
hands on my bottom and sort of rocks me up and down. Our, uh, boners rub
together and it feels super nice. After a while, when our boners have got
soft, I roll off him and he usually puts his head on my chest and we, er,
go to sleep"

Daddy smiled at his son's account. "That sounds simply lovely, son. I'm
glad you two boys have found each other. Having a best friend is very
important for a boy your age. I'll be delighted to meet Carol when he comes
over. I hope I live up to your word picture of me" daddy added,
grinning. "When is he coming over?"

"Tomorrow?" Joel asked hopefully.

"Tomorrow it is!" daddy replied smiling. "But what will you guys do
together? We haven't got any dollies, or dresses, or any makeup stuff?"

"That's okay, daddy, we only need that stuff when we're playing
Pretend. Tomorrow, we'll have the real thing."

"Huh?" daddy grunted.

"You, daddy! Can you...carry me up to bed, now? Please?" Joel asked, in a
voice that was just short of a whine.

"Sure son. As soon as I-" daddy replied, then without warning he blew a
raspberry on his son's tummy, causing the boy to squeal with delight. But
it wasn't just the tickle of his tummy from daddy's lips that made Joel
excited. Joel thought daddy's mouth was tantalisingly close to his boner,
which had been standing up straight all evening. Only a few inches lower...

Joel blinked. His bedroom was dark, and he was alone. He realised he must
have fallen asleep, while his daddy was kissing him goodnight. He must have
been more tired than he thought! His daddy must have carried him up to bed
and tucked him in. He still wore the orange nightshirt, his daddy's old
shirt. He glanced at his bedside clock/radio... 03:15, a quarter after
three. He thought about rolling over and trying to get to sleep, but he
felt too awake to do that. He could feel his boner pressing against the
sheet, and knew for certain that he wouldn't get back to sleep anytime
soon. Then an idea struck him! Daddy said he could get into his bed anytime
- well, now was anytime, wasn't it?

Joel pulled back the sheets and climbed off his bed. The night was still
quite warm, maybe that's why I woke up, Joel thought. He pulled the orange
shirt over his head and threw it on the bed. Naked and erect, he padded
softly out of his bedroom and down the hallway to daddy's room. The door
was open.


Joel crept over to his daddy's bed and gazed at his beloved father's
sleeping form. Only a sheet covered daddy, and Joel supressed a giggle as
he saw the tent daddy's boner made, a small mountain bathed in the
moonlight, rising in the middle of the bed like Kilimanjaro, majestic in
its solo serenity in the desert. Joel eased back the sheet and slipped
under it, snuggling next to his daddy. One deep sigh, and he returned to a
restful slumber.

It felt to Joel that only a blink of time had elapsed, but sunlight was
already streaming in the window where moonlight had previously
reigned. Daddy was still asleep, Joel could tell because he was snoring
softly. Joel looked down towards daddy's crotch, and realised that his
little hand was clutching one of daddy's balls. He must have grabbed it
while he slept, and was glad he didn't squeeze it, or daddy would have
woken up.

Daddy's big penis was half hard, not like Joel's, which was already rigid
as a three inch nail. He thought he should let go of daddy's ball, but he
didn't really want to, it felt so nice in his hand. He toyed with the idea
of moving his hand onto daddy's penis, but then decided that might be too
naughty. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, he thought, but even as he
considered the possibilities of playing with daddy's penis without waking
him, daddy stirred and opened his eyes. Joel quickly took his hand away
from its warm position and buried his fingers in daddy's chest hair.

"I thought I felt something cosy and warm glued next to me, like a barnacle
on a ship's hull. Good morning, barnacle!" daddy said, smiling.

"Good morning, daddy. I woke up in the night, and I remembered you said I
could get in bed with you, so I did. I hope you don't mind. Oh, and I had
another dream last night", Joel added.

"Another one, eh, son? That mind of yours works overtime while you sleep,
huh? Was it like your dream the other night?"

Joel paused, scrunching up his snub nose while he thought it over. "Hmmm,
not really, daddy. Have you ever taken me to a carnival?"

Surprised by the sudden change of subject, daddy had to pause as well. "Er,
a carnival? Like with rides and sideshows and cotton candy and stuff like
that?"

Joel brightened. "Yes, daddy, exactly like that! Have we ever been to one?"

"Why, yes, son, when you were much younger. Why do you ask?"

"Well, in my dream last night, we were at a carnival, you and me. And Carol
was there too. I was on a ride, that one where all these plastic horses go
round in a circle and go up and down on a pole...?"

"A carousel, son", daddy suggested.

"Yes, daddy, it was a carousel. and I was sitting on one of the
horses. Daddy, what do you call that thing like a big lump at the front of
a horse's saddle?"

"Er, a pommel?" daddy answered.

"Yes, that's it, it was the saddle's pommel. But it was in a really strange
position, daddy, it wasn't in the front of the saddle at all, it was in the
middle! I couldn't get comfortable with it. If I sat behind it, I felt like
I was going to fall off the horse's bottom. If I sat in front of it, I
could feel it digging into my lower back and I had the horse's hairy mane
tickling my tummy"

"A real dilemma, son. So, what did you do?"

Joel gave his daddy a smirk. "I sat on it, daddy. Right on top. I just kind
of relaxed and it fitted inside my bottom! It went right in! Oh, did I
mention I was naked at the carnival? And so was Carol. And you too, daddy!
But nobody else noticed us, that was weird. So, anyway, when the music
started, and the horses began to move up and down, and go around on the
carousel, I could feel the pommel moving up and down inside my um, bottom,
so I just kind of rode with it."

Daddy smiled. "You rode the pommel?"

"Oh, yes, daddy, it was wonderful! The horses started slow, but then they
went faster and faster, and they moved up and down more and more, I could
feel the pommel thing deep inside me, it felt so good, daddy. But then
something funny happened - when the ride started, you were standing behind
the little fence, with all the other daddies and mommies, just watching
me. But when the ride started, you were right by my side, so close I could
reach out and touch you".

"So, what happened, did the ride finish?"

Joel closed his eyes as he recalled the exciting conclusion of the carousel
ride. "Mmm hmm, daddy. The music got faster, the horse moved up and down so
much I had to grab its mane to hang on, but you were right there to hold me
so I didn't get bucked off. I remember yelling something out as the horse
bucked for the last time, then you helped me off out of the saddle. Then
Carol got on, and he rode the horse the same way I did! I stood alongside
and watched him. He really enjoyed it daddy!"

Daddy sighed. "Your dreams are very vivid, my darling boy. But I think it's
time we got ready for the day. You have to go to school, and I need to get
to work"

"Can we shower together, daddy? To save time, I mean" Joel asked shyly.

"Together, huh?" daddy asked, one eyebrow raised. "Well, okay, I
guess. Come on" The two naked figures climbed off the bed and padded to the
bathroom, their bare feet slapping on the cold tiles. Joel's daddy got into
the shower first, to start the taps and adjust the temperature until it was
just right. Then Joel slipped in beside him.

A shower with daddy was an infrequent but highly prized treat for
Joel. Daddy usually rose early every morning well before Joel, and was
already finished washing when his son awoke. But when they showered
together, Daddy would help Joel with his wash, and those times were the
best, because then Joel could help daddy in return.

Today, Joel could not wait for daddy to wash him - his penis felt so hard
he thought it might break off if daddy touched it by accident. So he put on
his most importunate face and asked "Daddy, can I wash your penis for you?
Pleeeease?"

Daddy looked at his son, who was already sinking to his knees in
anticipation of a positive response, and gave in. "Well...alright, but be
careful - remember what happened last week"

Joel remembered very well what happened during their most recent mutual
shower. He washed daddy's penis a little too vigorously, and it spooged
Joel squarely in the face, right between the eyes, all down his cute button
nose, even onto his full lips. "I'll be careful, daddy", the boy reassured
his father.

Joel lathered his hands with soap, then ran one hand through daddy's bush
of pubes. His other hand busied itself by cupping daddy's big balls. He
slid daddy's penis skin up and down a few times, then cuddled daddy's
half-hard stalk to his cheek. Joel loved the feel of daddy's hot tool on
his face. 'Carol and I are going to have such fun tonight', he thought, as
he reluctantly held his daddy's penis under the stream of water to rinse it
off. "All finished, daddy!" he declared.

Daddy dried his son with a big fluffy towel, another enjoyable treat for
Joel, prompting the boy to mention something that was on his mind as the
two strolled back to Joel's bedroom. "Daddy, can I ask you a personal
question?"

Daddy smiled. "Of course, my boy. You know you can ask me anything you
want" he reassured Joel.

"It's pretty personal - it's about...mommy" Joel replied.

Daddy's smile faded a little, but his voice retained its cheer. "Of course,
son. I love talking about your mother. It helps me to remember her".

"When mommy was alive, did she...I mean, did you and her...umm..."

"Don't be shy, darling, I won't be angry. I could never be angry with you",
daddy assured Joel.

"Well, what I mean is, did mommy...ever suck on your penis?" Joel lowered
his gaze to the floor, to avoid seeing daddy's face get angry with him, but
he didn't need to. Daddy wasn't angry, just a little wistful.

"Son, your mother loved sucking my penis. She even sucked on my penis on
our very first date. It was just one of her many endearing qualities that
made me fall in love with her."

Joel nodded his understanding. "Uh huh", he murmured. "And after you got
married? I mean, before I was born. I heard somewhere that married ladies
don't like to do it so much - after they get married, I mean"

Daddy ruffled his son's still-damp hair. "I heard that too, son, and I
think it does happen quite a lot in some marriages. But not with your
mother. Why, after we married, if anything, the frequency of her blow-jobs
increased. I would estimate it at about, oh, ten or twelve times a week?"
daddy mused out loud. "In fact, I was quite surprised when she told me she
was pregnant with you, because she was sucking my penis so often,
especially before we made love fully, that I didn't think I had enough ammo
left in the clip to knock her up!", daddy chuckled.

"Mommy used to suck your penis before you, er, made love?" Joel asked, his
curiosity now piqued.

"That was her favourite time, son. She used to say it made me last longer
when I put my penis inside of her. But I think that's enough with the
questions for now - you have to get dressed for school. So hop to it!" Joel
giggled as daddy whipped his towel away, leaving him naked (and naturally,
erect) so he could put his school clothes on. He saw from the clock on his
bedside table that Carl would be along in ten minutes to walk to school
with him.

"Okay, daddy" Joel yelled as his father departed with the towel. The boy
dressed quickly and was waiting at his front gate with only twenty seconds
to spare when his best friend Carl strolled by.

"Hey, dude", Carl called out as the two boys high-fived. "You boned?" the
boy asked Joel.

"Ya hafta ask?" Joel quipped back.

Carl was pensive for a minute as they dawdled along the sidewalk. "Ya know,
if we run, we'll have five minutes of extra time that we can spend in the
stationery room at the back of our classroom...?"

"So what are we waitin' for?" Joel shot back as he broke into a sprint,
giggling. Carl laughed in reply and raced up to catch up to his friend as
the two boys sped off.

The school day dragged extra slowly for Joel and Carl, with only a quick
kiss and grope in the boys' bathroom at lunchtime to tide them over. The
final bell took an agony of centuries to ring, in Joel's mind, but it did,
at its usual time. Joel had already given Carl the good news that he was
sleeping over with him that weekend, so the two boys ran to Joel's home
even as the dying echoes of the school bell faded.

"When does your daddy get home, Joanne?" Carl asked Joel. "I want to look
nice for him." Carl began to undress, pulling a pink nightie out of his
overnight bag. Joel watched as his friend stripped down to bare skin, then
posed in front of the bedroom mirror with the nightie held up in front of
him.

"You look nice in anything, Carol," Joel reassured his friend, admiring his
bare back and bottom. "Daddy will love your outfit, I'm sure. It looks
really sexy. When did you get it?"

"I found it in the attic, in a box we never looked in before. I brought a
green one for you, if you want. Then we'll match!"

"Oooh!" Joel squealed as he took the green nightie from his friend and tore
at his clothes. When he was naked, he also stood in front of the mirror,
alongside Carl, so that their bare thighs and shoulders touched, and
checked out the appearance of the nightwear.

"You look sexy, Joanne!" Carl murmured as Joel preened, turning from side
to side. Neither boy had made any effort to put the clothing on; they were
too engaged in modelling it for each other in front of the mirror.

"Not as sexy as you! I wish I had nipples like yours, Carol. They're so big
and puffy!" Joel observed.

"Hmm, maybe. But I'd rather have balls like yours: they're much bigger than
my puny ones," Carl replied.

Joel sighed. "Yeah, but what's the good of them if they don't make any
sperms yet?" Joel moaned. "Come on, daddy will be home soon!" The two boys
slowly put their nightdresses on, facing each other, both boys making sure
that they gave and received an eyeful of each other's charms.

"Joel? Son?" a voice boomed from downstairs. "Boys? Are you home yet?"

"It's daddy!" Joel gasped, grabbing Carl's bare arm. "Hurry!" The boys
dashed down the staircase to greet Joel's father, who had told his son he
would make a big effort to be home when school let out, as it was a Friday.
The two youngsters crashed headlong into daddy's midriff, both hugging him
tightly.

"Well, well, what have we here?" daddy declared, amused, as he patted the
two boys on the backs. "Two very handsome boys to greet me. Come over to
the couch and sit with me boys, and help me relax after a hard day at work"
Joel and Carl sat on either side of Joel's daddy, still clinging to his
side.

After a few moments of silent hugging, Joel spoke up. "Daddy, this is
Carol, er, Carl. Do you mind if he calls you 'daddy' while he is here this
weekend? You remember I told you he hasn't got a daddy, and I kind of
promised him that he could, and he's been looking forward to it."

Daddy smiled broadly. "Well now, it would be very inhospitable to break a
promise, especially to someone who is a guest in our home. Of course he
can. It is a sheer delight to have two lovely sons. And what delightful
nightclothes you are wearing. Are you going to bed already?"

Carl jumped off the couch and modelled his nightie for his new daddy,
twirling this way and that. The garment was practically see-through, and
every twist of Carl's lithe body made the flimsy article lift up at the
fluffy hem and reveal Carl's bottom and his package, the boy's stiff little
cock pointing upwards, his peanut-sized balls dangling below.

Joel, watching his friend show off shamelessly in front of his father, and
seeing the undisguised lust in his father's eyes, also jumped off the
sofa. "Daddy, Carol gave me a nightie too! Do you like it?" The boy
pirouetted slowly, lifting up the hem to reveal his own bottom first, then
his stiffie.

Daddy smiled again, seing that he now had two adorable little nymphs to
admire. "Yes, son, it is beautiful, but only because you are wearing
it. Come up here and sit by me." The two boys grinned and clambered back
onto the couch, each worming his way under daddy's strong arms and
snuggling in on either side.

"Daddy," Joel began, using a tone that daddy recognised and knew all too
well.

"Yes, son?"

"Can I ask you a question about...about mommy again? Only there's something
I really need to know?"

"Of course, son. Just make sure you don't embarrass your friend by asking
anything too personal. I think you know what I mean."

Joel sneaked a quick glance at Carl before continuing. "Well, daddy, you
know how you told me that mommy used to, um, suck your penis when you made
love together...?"

Daddy raised his eyebrows at his son. "Be very careful, Joel," he warned.

Joel put on his best puppy face. "All I wanted to know was whether mommy
put her hand on your penis when she sucked it, or did she just put her
mouth straight on it?"

Daddy was taken aback - his son's question was completely
unexpected. "Well, son, it's been a while, now, and to tell you the truth,
I wasn't exactly watching her at the time, to see what she was doing, I
just, you know, lay back and let her go for it. But I think she must have
put her hand on it, you know, to guide it to her mouth and all. Why on
earth would you want to know such a thing? And what's it got to do with
your friend?"

"Well, you know how Carol and me play mommies and daddies? Well, this is
the only chance Carol has to find out how to be the mommy properly - so can
you let him put his hand on your penis, just like mommy would do?
Pleeeease?"

Daddy frowned, and harboured a strong suspicion that his son was up to
something, but he certainly was turned on by the idea of Carl's little hand
wrapped around his dick. "Well, okay, but only because he hasn't got his
own daddy."

Carl didn't wait for daddy to change his mind, he grabbed the zipper of
daddy's trousers and pulled it all the way down, before reaching in with
his slender fingers to find daddy's swelling dick. "It's so big!" Carl
gasped, saying the three little words that men all over the world love to
hear. The boy lowered his face onto the massive tool, opening his mouth
widely to cover the purple cockhead. Daddy groaned and threw his head back
as Carl proceeded to work his rough tongue on the sensitive skin of daddy's
glans. He was already halfway to an orgasm before he regained his senses
and called a halt, gingerly lifting Carl's head off his cock.

"I think that's enough for now, you two," daddy observed, trying to tuck
his dick back into his trousers and failing miserably. "What say you go
upstairs and play while I fire up the propane grill and make us some
hamburgers for supper?"

"Burgers! Great!" the boys yelled as they scampered for the stairs. Joel
called out from the first riser "Can we play on your bed, daddy? Mine's too
small,"

"Sure, son, whatever you like," daddy answered as he searched the kitchen
cabinets for a chef's apron. Unable to get his erection back inside his
trousers, he thought the best option was to take the trousers off and put
the apron on over the top. His deck was in a sheltered area, he had no
concerns about neighbours peeking in. The other advantage concerned his
bedroom window. It was directly above the position of the grill, and daddy
had scarcely put the burgers onto the steel surface when he heard the sound
of moans and creaking bedsprings wafting out of said window.

The boys' voices were not loud, more like urgent whispers, but the general
gist was clear. "Mmmm, yeah, like that, oooh, so good, lick it more, put
your finger in, mmm, deeper, oh yeah..." While not intentionally
eavesdropping, daddy heard most of what was being said by the two boys on
his bed, and the sound effects that went with the words had the combined
effect of leaving his dick painfilly stiff behind his apron.

The burgers did not take long to prepare, and soon daddy was calling out to
the two boys to come down and eat. He expected them to be hungry after
their exertions (after all, sex always gave him an appetite, and boys
should be no different), but he did not expect them to be naked. But naked
the were, with Joel leading his friend out onto the deck.

Before daddy could remonstrate, Joel piped up "We were so hot, daddy,
and...well...we got boners, too. And we're, uh, all guys here, anyway." The
boy tried to lower his voice for the last part of his excuse, and daddy had
to try hard not to chuckle at his attempt.

"Okay boys, that's fine. Dig in," daddy conceded. He enjoyed looking at the
boys anyway, and daddy always believed in the health benefits of getting
stuff out in the open. Between the three of them they mowed the food down
in only minutes. Daddy removed his apron after turning the gas off, and
noticed that Carl gave Joel a dig in the ribs and a smirk when the pointy
bulge in daddy's boxers came into view.

"Daddy, why don't you take your boxers off, and get comfortable like me and
Carol?" Joel begged, in his most endearing voice. "Pleeease?"

"Well, that's a lovely idea, son, but I still have some clearing up to
do. Tell you what, if you two boys are finished eating, why don't you go in
and watch some TV, I think the big game comes on soon, while I fix things
up out here," daddy replied. Not needing a second invitation to dodge a
chore, Joel and Carl scampered inside and turned on the TV, while daddy
scraped down the grill and collected the plates.

When daddy had finished in the kitchen, he entered the living room to join
the boys for an evening of football watching. But in spite of the enticing
spectacle on the screen, he found that Joel and Carl had found a different
way to entertain themselves. The boys were entwined in a sixty-nine
position on a sheepskn rug in front of the TV, busily sucking each others'
little stiffies and rubbing each others' butts. Joel even had his middle
finger inserted inside Carl's bottom, and was busily pushing it in and out.

Daddy's arrival did not faze the two horndogs - if anything it spurred them
into yet more lascivious conduct, louder moans, passionate writhings and
generally having a great time, at the expense of the poor sheepskin rug,
which had never done them any harm. Indeed, daddy reflected that it was
probably a lucky thing that the boys were not old enough to ejaculate, or
he would be facing a hefty dry-cleaning bill. Daddy sat down and tried to
enjoy the big game on TV, even though his self control was sorely tested by
the wanton display in front of him.

After several dry orgasms each, the boys began to show signs of tiring, and
daddy took the opportunity to suggest that they go wash up ready for
bed. "Can we sleep in your bed with you tonight, daddy?" Joel pleaded. as
the two boys, their little erections pointing the way, headed for the
bathroom. Not wanting a dispute so close to bedtime, daddy conceded
defeat. Giggling, the boys ran off to wash.

Night fell quickly at that time of year, and daddy could see that he wasn't
going to get any quality TV time that evening, so he headed for bed as
well. His custom was to sleep naked, and he debated briefly with himself
whether that would be a good idea in view of the presence of Joel's
guest. It didn't take him long to decide that a change in behaviour
(wearing PJ's) might imply to his son that night-time nudity was somehow
wrong, which he did not want to do. He stripped off and climbed under the
blankets.

"Daddy, can you dry us? Pleeease?" The two boys appeared at the side of the
bed, dripping water on the carpet, their hair plastered to their heads, a
fluffy towel held between them, their wet bodies glistening with mosture,
their penises still rampant. Daddy sighed and decided not to fight the
inevitable. He threw back the bedclothes, making the boys gasp at the sight
of his naked body. "Daddy, you are so handsome! Isn't he, Carol?" Joel
declared. Carl nodded his head vigorously in agreement.

"Guests first," daddy ordered, and Carl stepped forward with the
towel. Daddy dried the cute boy lovingly, paying special attention to his
hair. Carl grinned and jumped onto the bed on the far side. "Next!" daddy
called out, and Joel stepped up, giggling as his daddy dried him off. Every
part of Joel was attended to, daddy making the boy squirm as he dried his
son's crotch and bottom. Joel thanked his father and climbed onto the near
side of the bed, so that daddy was in the middle.

"Let's settle down now boys, it's been a big day," daddy suggested, laying
back and allowing the two boys to each drape an arm across his hairy chest
as they drifted off into slumber.

Morning arrived too soon, as it often does, and with it, the not surprising
news that Joel had experienced another dream. "It was very exciting, daddy!
I dreamed that Carol and me were racing cars, and we were on a racetrack!"

Daddy sighed. "You mean you were IN racing cars, darling?"

Joel laughed. "No, daddy, WE were racing cars! We had wheels and
everything! We raced around and around the track, but the most exciting
part was when we ran low on gas and had to make a pit stop. Our gas tanks
were in the back, and the hole for the gas tank was where the licence plate
should be, only we didn't have any plates, just a small hole. And you,
daddy, you were the...um...what do you call that big metal box thing that
the gasoline comes out of?"

Daddy squinted his eyes in thought. "Er...I think it's called a bowser,
son"

"That's it, daddy, a bowser. That's what YOU were"

Daddy blinked. "I pumped gas at the racetrack?"

"No, daddy, YOU were the pump. You had a long nozzle that looked just like
your, um, penis, and to put the gas in me and Carol, you...er...put the
nozzle in our hole...at the back end...and pumped the gas into us. It felt
really good, and we whizzed off around the track some more...and then came
back for more, uh, gas..."

Daddy smiled. "I love hearing about your dreams, son, but I especially
enjoy this one because it gives me a chance to have a little talk with you
before Carl wakes up."

Joel leaned over his daddy's body to check for himself that Carl was indeed
asleep. He saw his friend lying naked and face down on the other side of
daddy, his head on the pillow. "What do you want to talk about ,daddy?"
Joel asked sweetly.

"Son, after you mentioned about the sleepover yesterday at breakfast, I
called Carl's mom when you went to school, just to make sure everything was
okay with her. We had a good long talk, and we agreed that you two boys are
good for each other, and that we wouldn't interfere when you play mommies
and daddies with each other."

Joel smiled. "Thank you, daddy. I really like Carol, a whole lot."

"Yeah, I figured. She also thought that Carl should sleep over here more
often so that he could get more of a man's influence in his life than he
gets at home. So he'll be having a sleepover with us every other weekend
from now on."

Joel' s face lit up. "That's awesome, daddy, thank you! I can't wait to
tell him the good news!"

"The last thing I wanted to tell you is that while you were asleep, Carl
put his hand on my penis again, like he did yesterday evening. Then he put
his mouth on my penis and started to suck me off. Son, there's only so much
a man can stand, and Carl had just about pushed me to my limit. So I showed
him how your mommy used to do it, how I liked it done. He's a smart boy,
your friend, and a fast learner. He sucked me all the way to my climax,
son, and I filled his pretty mouth with cum. He swallowed it all down, and
I thought that then he would just roll over and go back to sleep."

"He...he didn't?" Joel whispered.

"No, son, he certainly did not. So then I thought this must be what his mom
was talking about when she wanted Carl to feel a man's influence. He begged
me to show him how a man makes love, so I pulled him up onto his hands and
knees and fucked his tight little ass for him. I had to cover his mouth
with my hand so his screams wouldn't wake you up. I filled his hot little
bottom just like I filled his mouth. Maybe that's what you sensed, when you
had your dream, me fucking Carl's ass from behind. I guess a gasoline hose
is a lot like a penis, in many ways."

Joel's eyes widened. "Is...is that why he's still asleep? 'Cause he's all
tired out from...from...being fucked? Fucked up his...uh...ass...by your,
er, gasoline hose? But...I dreamed we both got filled up by the hose,
daddy..."

"That's right, son, so now it's your turn. Your dream is about to become
reality. And I think you already know what to do. Take hold of my cock and
get it wet with your mouth, that's the boy. Lick it good. Now climb up on
top of me, and sit down on my erection."

Joel panted with lust and exertion as he swung one leg over his daddy's
hips. "Like on the carousel horse, daddy?" he whimpered.

"That's right son, just like that. Now move your bottom until your hole
lines up with my cock...easy now...mmm, good... now, just let your weight
drop down, yes, like that, son...okay, now start riding, up and down, slow
at first, that's the way, good boy. As soon as you get used to it, you can
go faster...yes, Joel, pick up the speed, mmm..."

"Oh! Oh! Oh daddy...ohhh! Daaaaddeee! You ...make all my dreams come true!"

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