Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 00:22:22 -0500
From: Shawn Adams <shawn0adams@gmail.com>
Subject: King William chapter 2

KING WILLIAM
A STORY OF KINGS
CHAPTER TWO -- EXPLORATION

Since the time James and I showered with my dad, we followed him around
like puppies.  Summer was winding down and it was almost time for school to
start.  James and I were going into fourth grade.  That weekend we were all
supposed to go school clothes shopping in the city, but by Thursday, I was
not feeling well.  Just a cold, but enough to make me a miserable little
eight-year-old.

Saturday dawned and I was feeling a little better, but still not really up
to an all day shopping marathon.  Mum was torn about what to do, but Dad
offered to stay home with me so she, Henry, Betsy, Uncle Robert and Aunt
Mary, James and George could still go.  Mum double-checked all my
measurements, got some ideas about what I wanted and needed and they were
off.

Dad was extremely over-dressed, for him.  He had on a tank top and long gym
shorts.  We were sitting in the kitchen after Mum and the gang left.  I was
kind of just staring into space, trying to keep the snot from dripping out
of my nose.

"Ok, sport, why don't you help me load the dishwasher then we'll go take a
nap?"  Dad said.  I was not too keen on the dishes part, but agreed.  After
we finished we headed upstairs.  "I'm not really that tired, Dad," I
protested.

"Too bad, sport," Dad said.  "We'll lie down for a while, and then maybe
play some `Super Mario' later."

I grudgingly agreed and got into my bed.  Dad peeled off his shirt and
shorts and made to get in behind me.  "Umm, can I get naked too?"

"Sure," Dad replied.  "If you want."

I did.  I got back out of bed and removed my t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and
socks.  By the time I was done, Dad was holding the covers up for me so I
could slide in next to him.  I saw his cock, all soft and small, and
resisted the urge to touch it again.  Instead, I nestled up next to him on
my side, his cock right at my ass and my head resting on his arm.

For not really being tired, I drifted off to sleep quickly.  We slept for
about an hour and I woke up to feel Dad's cock, hard and hot, in my ass
crack.  I instinctively nestled up against it and marveled at the heat
searing my body.  I laid there like that for a while, drifting in and out
of consciousness.  When I awoke again it was to Dad's dick moving up and
down my crack, back and forth, forth and back.

I pushed back with my ass and enjoyed the pressure.  Dad had his other arm
around my chest, his hand resting on one of my tiny nipples.  Still asleep,
Dad's thrusting would stop every minute or so, then start back up again.
The hardness throwing my crack open, the heat soothing my body.

I craned my neck to look at him.  His sleeping face showed angelic
perfection.  After another couple of minutes, he stirred.  He arm gripped
me tighter, his lips finding my forehead, his cock not giving up its
invasion of my nether regions.  "Sleep well, Sport?" he asked, grinning.

"Yup.  You slept longer than I did!"

"I musta been really tired then," he whispered.  I don't know if he
suddenly realized what his dick was doing, or that shyness or guilt
overcame him, but he jerked his dick away from my ass.  The hand on my
nipple moved father south, to rest on my waist.

"Awww, Daddy," I whined.  "Don't stop that.  It feels good."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then I felt his cock retake its
place in my boy-crack.  His hand went down further and gripped my solid
penis.  "Feels good, huh?" he asked, breathlessly.  "Do you wanna do what
we did last time, Sport?"

Did I ever!  I don't think I ever wanted to do something so much in my
whole life!  I didn't want to be the one to bring it up.  It seemed like a
grown-up thing, and since Dad was the grown-up, I thought it should come
from him, and told him so.

"Don't worry `bout that, Sport.  As long as we are alone, you can ask
whenever you like."

"What about James?" I asked.  James had to be involved sometimes too.  Not
all the time, though.  I mean, he is my dad and all.

He paused for a few seconds, then continued.  "Only James, you boys can't
tell anyone else about our secret stuff, not even your brother."

Nodding in the affirmative, I quickly turned over and reached for his
precious dick.  It throbbed in my hands.  I tried squeezing it hard and
stroking fast like Dad did in the shower that time.  He seemed to like it,
he moaned a little and closed his eyes.  His hand sought out my dick again
and started rubbing it just as I was doing to him.  I copied him by moaning
too and closing my eyes.

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss my forehead.  Unlike last time, he kissed
it more than once.  He kissed all over my forehead and then my eyebrows and
then my eyelids.  I moaned for real this time.  He released my boy-cock and
shifted his arms so he could pull me up, stopping when we were
face-to-face.  His lips found my cheeks, one at a time, my nose, and then
my chin.  By the time he got to my lips, I had forgotten all about stroking
his hot cock and was literally quivering with pleasure.

It started out gently, just a few pecks on my lips.  Then it became more
forceful, his lips covering all of mine.  His mouth opened, sucking my lips
in.  I felt his tongue playing on my lips, running up and down, over and
about.  Maybe instinct, or else just playfulness caused my own lips to part
and welcome in his tongue.

Feeling a part of my daddy inside me was heaven!  His tongue poked and
prodded my whole mouth, wrestling with my own, causing me to giggle a bit.
He backed off, and looked down at me.  "Okay, William?" he asked, softly.
William.  He used my real name.  The only reply I offered was leaning up
and kissing him back.  He sucked my tongue in his mouth this time, letting
me feel around.  His hand found his dick and was beating it hard.  He was
groaning now, his kisses becoming fiercer.  "You gonna make that stuff
again, Daddy?" I asked in the middle of tongue thrusts.

"Any minute now, Sport."

I stopped kissing and slid down to watch his dick.  He turned over on his
back, and I rested my head on his abs.  He put his right hand on my
shoulder, holding me against him while his left raced up and down his
shaft.  I could feel his muscles start to tense, his breath became halted.
A thin sheen of sweat broke out all over his body, binding me to him.
"Here it comes," he moaned, lifting his head off the pillows to watch.

Remembering how his stuff tasted last time, I leaned my head in closer and
stuck out my tongue to catch some.  The first shot landed squarely in my
mouth, like a snowflake on a snow-day.  The sight of me catching his cum
must really have affected him.  "Jesus Christ!" he shouted, as more and
more shot out of him and into me.

I couldn't catch all of it, but I did my best.  When he was finished, he
collapsed back onto the pillow, his heaving chest covered with the drops I
missed.  I leaned over and started licking up the mess, causing a big
intake of air in Dad.  He still had his cock in his hand, giving it a long
stroke every few seconds.  A few globs of stuff clung to the hard, purple
head.  I reached out my tongue and slurped those up too.  I laid my head
down on his abs, my face in his pubic hair.

He continued to stroke himself for a while, eventually letting his dick get
soft.  It flopped in my direction and landed within micro-meters of my
lips.  I gave it a quick kiss before closing my eyes to drift off to sleep.
The last thing I heard was, "Love you, Sport."

* * *

A few weeks later, after school had started, James came over to my house
after school.  His mum worked a few days a week, so he stayed with us until
Uncle Robert got home about 5:30.  My mum didn't have to work as Dad made
plenty of money, and she made sure Aunt Mary was aware of that fact.
James's brother George, who was only 4, went to day-care on the days Aunt
Mary worked.  Mum didn't mind James for two and a half hours, but I guess
she drew the line at baby-sitting a 4 year old for 8.

We went right to my room when we got home, and turned on the Nintendo.  We
were stuck on level 4-4 of Super Mario Bros.  Been there for about 2 days.
I was Mario, of course.  Luigi was retarded.  Right before I fell into the
lava, again, James brought up my dad's dick.

I had told him all about what happened that Saturday the instant I could.
We talked about it for hours, imagining this and that.  However, we had not
talked about it since.  I'm not really sure why, I mean we were both very
interested, but I guess since nothing further had happened with Dad, our
8-year-old attention spans moved on.

Things between Dad and me didn't really change.  He did seem to be giving
me more winks and hair-tussles, though, but that was about it.  He was
still practically naked all the time and I fell asleep on his chest
watching TV one night while he was in just white Calvins, but it was
completely innocent.  George was lying on the floor and I remember him
giving me weird looks as I laid there feeling the warmth of Dad's lean
chest radiate through my body.

After my Mario burned to a crisp for the 500th time, I looked at James.  He
sat there all doe-eyed and innocent.  "What about my Dad's dick?"

"I dunno," he replied.  "Sometimes I just think about it at weird times.  I
think about yours, too"

"Mine?  But it's not big like Dad's and I can't make that stuff yet!"

"I know, but I still think about it."

I thought about my dad's dick all the time and I thought about James's too,
but for some reason I didn't tell him that.  Looking back, I can see that
it was all about control.  I was always sort of the leader when it came to
James, and by not admitting I felt the same way as he did I could retain
that position.  "What do you think about when you think about it?" I asked
him.

"I dunno, touching it, I guess," he said, fidgeting a little.  "Like doing
the stuff to you that we did to Uncle Michael in the shower."

I had thought of the same things.  Even though we couldn't make stuff yet,
it still felt really good to play down there.  But, with school and sports
and everything, we didn't have the freedom that we did in the summer.  It
would be hard to find time to do this stuff without Mum knowing.  "Why
don't you stay over on Friday and we can maybe touch it?" I asked.

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