Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 09:22:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Frank NIaw <lannyr99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "LATE BLOOMER, PART 3"

LATE BLOOMER

Tucson Daddy
Lannyr99@yahoo.com

This story is a completely fiction.  Every action, every person is from a
fantasy I invented.

As most states require, if you are under the age of 18, you should not read
this story.

This is the story of how a boy who considers himself average and normal
find hidden beneath the patina of his straight sexual attitudes is a
second, equally powerful desire to test his gay side.  If you do not
appreciate the idea of boys having gay sex with each other or a father
joining the two lovers, you should leave.

Please do comment positively or negatively about my plot or any other
aspect of the story or my writing.  I'll respond.  If you have a picture,
please send that too.

Enjoy.

LATE BLOOMER

Part 3

My Daddy, My Lover

As dad and I padded naked down the hall to my room, he squeezed my hand and
asked, "Are you nervous?"

I looked at him and smiled maybe a bit weakly, "Yeah, a little."  I allowed
my gaze to move down his buff body, the strong chest, his flat belly, his
rigid six inches of hard man meat swaying gently as we walked.  "It's just
sooo....  So....  So new."

We reached the open door to my room and entered.  Dad stopped, turned and
locked the door.  "Well, I'm a little nervous myself.  I want our first
time to be something you'll think about and one day even tell your son
about.  To calm his fears."

“What!?"  I was wondering as the sense of dad's words hit me.  I
looked at him. "You're kidding, right?  Tell my son about me and my dad.
Having sex?  Not likely."  I giggled at the absurdity of such an idea.

"No. Not kidding at all.  You'll find out more later but right now I want
you."  Dad pulled me close into his arms.  I moved happily into his embrace
marveling at the feeling of our warm flesh sandwiching our hard cocks
between our heated bodies.  I felt his hard-as-rocks nipples pressing into
my chest.  I was sure my own stiff little nubs were poking his flesh too.

His arms went around me holding me close to him.  I put one arm around his
back and the other so that my hand pressed against his head.  I wanted this
man's mouth on mine.

His head came close and closer.  My eyes closed in anticipation of where
they were headed.  When his warm, dry lips touched mine, it was as though a
jolt of electricity went through my body eliciting a slight shudder.  He
pulled back to look into my eyes.  "Are you OK?"

I laughed softly and said to him before closing my eyes again, "Shut up and
make love to me, daddy!"

We resumed kissing tenderly our bodies pressed together.  This wasn't
enough for me though.  I wanted complete joining.  I wanted my body to just
move inside his, making us one.  I was so heated!  So aroused!  I wanted
anything this man, this wonderful man could give me.  I wanted to be his,
totally his with nothing between us.

It was so good, words could not express the joy and delight I felt in the
arms of this man, my father, my daddy.  He had protected me and always
would.  It was my turn now to demonstrate fully my love and affection.

Our mouths were open, our tongue dancing to music only they could
understand.  His hands moved down my back, caressing my flesh with each
inch they descended.  I moaned slightly into his mouth.  His tongue
silenced my moans as it pushed in and out like a small penis for my
enjoyment.  His hands reached my warm, smooth, and bare bottom.  One hand
on each cheek.  I pressed my crotch into his to signal how good they felt
as they glided over my welcoming flesh.  I could imagine that they were the
hands of a buyer of fresh melons, testing my readiness for consumption.

"Mmmm.... Oh, daddy.  I love you.  I love what you are doing to me.
Please.  Never let me go.  Make me your bitch.  I want you to fuck me.
Make me yours totally and completely."

"Hmmm...."  he whispered back.  "Aren't you the young colt ready to be
branded as mine."

"More than ready, daddy, my lover."  I ground my cock against his signaling
my willingness and readiness.  Reaching down to cup his balls in one hand,
and grip his cock with the other, I looked into his eyes where I saw as
much lust as I felt.  "Your branding iron is hot.  Ready to pierce me and
mark me as your colt."  I licked my tongue across his lips causing him to
pull back slightly and smile.

"You sure are, baby, but let's move slowly and carefully so you can savor
your deflowering.  There is always time for the final act.  Let me make you
ready in my own time."

He pulled me close against his strong body, our cocks once again pressed
between us.  His lips began to hungrily devour mine.  I felt his hands move
closer together to meet at the crevice between.  They stayed thus for a
moment, then began to slide the length of that line below which was my pink
puckered rose bud.  Those hands separated my cheeks like halves of a melon
exposing my boy hole to the air.  But only momentarily.

Two fingers moved in close then touched my entrance.  I shuddered with
pleasure from the touch of those digits and awaited the next....!  Gasped.
...step.  One was moving in a slow sensuous circle around the perimeter.  I
wriggled against him urging more, and was rewarded as it circled closer
coming to rest directly upon it.  But only for a few seconds, although it
seemed hours to me.  Then rubbing back and forth it began to insert itself
into the tight muscle resisting its forced entry.  My ass was now jerking
spasmodically as my lover ground his finger steadily deeper.  It seemed
also to be stretching my anal ring causing some burning.  Still this was
the evolution of my eventual mounting.

I wanted to be mounted.  I pictured in my mind that I'd be seated upon his
crotch, cheeks against his upper thighs.  My legs and knees on either side
of my steed.  I'd be fully impaled upon his love spear buried deeply within
my gut.  Its size and girth stretching my ring the burning and pain would
be gone.  Only a sense of fullness within my gut.

In my mind I could visualize me seated there like some trophy he'd only
just captured and now wanted all the world to see this prize.  His manhood
buried within me.  His branding iron had struck soundly.  His mark was
there filling me beyond words.

Seated happily and content willing to remain like this forever, I'd look
down at him and smile.  "Thank you, my king, for making me completely
yours."

His smile was tender as he spoke, his words magic.  "Thank you my young
prince for taking this path, I've longed to walk with you."  He paused then
continued.  "Now is the final moment when I'll spill my semen into your boy
pussy."  Having said that, he rolled us both so that he was now atop and I
beneath him.  With my legs on his shoulders he started our dance of love as
his piston pulled almost out and began its first re-entrance until.....

The feeling of his finger being removed returned me to the moment.  He
picked me up in his arms like his boy bride and carried me to my bed. To
our bed this day.  Laying me down gently he moved next to me and took me in
his arms.  "You are such a lovely and loving boy.  My boy.  My son."

Our mouths reconnected, our tongues tried to go deeper but being
unsuccessful.  After a sweet eternity he pulled back and grinned.  "What?"
I was wondering but not for long for he reached past my lips to my neck
where he began to nuzzle, lick, kiss and nip.  "Oh!"  I cried out in
surprise.  He continued drawing more gasps and cries from me.  "Oh, daddy!
More!  Oh, daddy.  More!"  I was wriggling and writhing on the bed as he
plied me with his lips and tongue, kissing his way down to my chest.  Even
more pleasure was to follow.

One hand found my left nipple.  It began to softly and tenderly stroke it
lightly.  Gawd, how much better another hand than mine for nipple work.
Then his mouth found my other stiff nipple, closed around it and began to
softly suckle while his tongue danced around the stiff little gadget.  Such
an unexpected bolt of pleasure caused my back to arch in an attempt to get
more tit into his mouth.  My head was thrown back against the pillow as I
cried out in senseless babble the delight I was feeling.

"How do you like this, my young colt?  To have my fingers tweaking your
young tit.  It's so hard!  So delightfully stiff.  Begging for my touch."
I was writhing, lost in the intense pleasure, I'd never experienced before.
It changed suddenly when he removed his fingers from that nipple and his
mouth descended over it to kiss and suckle.  The gentle suck, release of
his nursing upon my chest felt marvelous but even better when his hand
found my balls and began to massage them.

"Ohhhh...."  I cried.  The total, erotic, and forbidden pleasure my father
was giving me.  Teaching me about making love to a man.  So this was what
sex between father and son was like.  My hands stroked his hair as he
nestled against my chest, and his mouth pulled at my tittie.  His hand now
left my nuts to close around my cock where it gently pulled the foreskin
back.

After seemly endless licks and sucks, he raised his head from my chest to
look down my belly at the scene below.  "You have a truly beautiful cock,
honey," he said.  "Straight, uncut, when it's fully grown, yours will be
longer than mine."  As I'd hoped he moved down my body his head shielding
his progress toward my boyhood.  Stopping a short distance from it, his
tongue lapped out to collect the drops of precum.  The anticipation of this
moment was so arousing.  My father was about to take my cock into his mouth
and suck me until I shot all my hot, sticky semen onto his tongue.  Just
like Jerry had done for me.  I awaited that amazing moment when his lips
would close around my cock head and he'd bring me after a long build up to
a shattering conclusion of sperm and cum.

But that didn't happen.  Instead he held my stiff rod in his fingers while
his tongue caressed the head.  His mouth was over it breathing warm
exciting breaths.  "Oh, daddy!  I need you!  I need your mouth to suck me,"
I cried out.

He raised up so that he could look back at me.  "Patience, young
colt. Patience.  You'll be rewarded in a moment.  Let me have my fun too."
Then he returned to torture my penis.

Finally after several hours of this, or was it mere moments, he moved up to
sit next to my hips.  "That was really good.  But now I'm ready for the
main dish.  I think you are too."  I was brought to even greater visions of
what I hoped for, my father's cock in my mouth.  I was so hungry for that
piece of meat.  My mouth was watering in anticipation.

He returned his mouth to my cock but not to suck!  "Oh, daddy!" my mind
groaned as his tongue moved down further to lick my balls.  As it did, I
felt his finger move between my cheeks, probing, probing.  More laps fed my
pleasure meter before it left my balls to move even lower following the
trail that that led from gonads to....  "Oh, my Gawd!"  I crooned.  "Are
you really going to sample that nasty hole?" I whispered to myself, unaware
that he had heard me.  He chuckled knowing that I was aware of his plan.

Down, down.  Lower and lower his mouth moved until I felt his hands grip my
ass cheeks to spread them making the pink puckered entrance available to
his mouth and tongue.  I felt his head move between that crevice so that
his tongue could begin working it's magic.  I'd probed that hole many times
while showering fingering it enjoying the way my finger could slip into it.
While I experienced little pleasure from the touching, the erotic knowledge
that I was doing this dirty little act gave me a thrill.

But it was nothing like what my daddy's tongue felt like.  When it touched
that magic spot, it was as though an electric jolt shot through me
radiating out from that hot point.  I jerked spasmodically in response and
heard that chuckle.  "You like having your ass hole rimmed, don't you, my
son?"  A rhetorical question at best.  "Of course I did daddy, dear," I
thought as his tongue lapped up and down the length of that crack
separating my two cheeks, now available for my father's mouth and tongue.

I was shivering from the intensity of this new experience.  Groaning,
moaning, I tried to remain quiet so my lover could teach me more about
love.  His tongue once again found my pucker and probed, pushed.  I tried
to relax to let him gain further depth.  His muffled contribution to the
enjoyment he was feeling matched my own more vocal cries.  I could only
hope that no one was standing outside my closed door hearing the song of
sensual delights.

He pulled back from his delightful task to look at me.  "I think you're
ready," he said softly looking at me with such love in his eyes and that
satisfied smile.  "Reach over to your night stand and hand me that bottle
of hand lotion."

Turning my head, I realized that somehow that bottle had been placed there
without me knowing it.  Stretching up until my fingers contacted it, I
lifted and brought it back.  "Here, daddy."  As I did, I felt him move
forward to open my thighs.  My ass hole was now opened for anyone to see.

He took the proffered bottle.  "Thanks, baby.  I've so longed for this
moment.  Even before you were born.  When I used to fantasize about being
with a young boy as I am now."  Pressing the top, he squeezed out some
lotion which he reached down between my opened cheeks to touch my puckered
entrance.  Rubbing with his fingers he spread the lotion around it, then
reached deeper penetrating my anus.  I gasped and jerked from his
unexpected invasion.  "You like that, don't you?" he said without looking
up at me.

"Yes," I whispered.  "More.  Do it again."  And he did.  Repeatedly taking
more lotion he pressed it deeper inside me.  First one finger, then two.
Upon addition of his second digit, I moaned whether in pleasure or pain, I
know not.  "Gotta stretch that beauty so you'll like what I'm doing to
you."

Again he took more lotion, but when he tried to push three fingers into my
hole, my body reacted, jerking in an attempt to escape this torture.  "Uhh!
Dad, that hurts!"

"Yes for the moment there is pain, but when you relax and push like you're
trying to poop, you'll open your muscle so I can get these three in." I
tried to do as he bade and to my surprise, his fingers slipped in with less
pain, though a sense of burning remained.

Finally he withdrew his fingers.  Looking at me, he smiled and said, "This
is the moment I've longed for, Larry.  I have jacked off so many times
seeing in my mind this fantasy that is even now becoming reality."  His
words confused me but at the same time delighted me. I did not see when he
squeezed one more dose of lotion onto his hand.  I was not watching as he
spread it over his straining hardness.  I was not aware of anything but
being on my back, with my thighs spread wide when.....

I gasped again when the cold, lotion covered tip of his cock head contacted
my hole.  My eyes flew open to see his own countenance glowing with
happiness as his penis pushed deeper.  "Uhhhh..." I groaned feeling that
unstoppable rod pushing deeper, spreading my virgin anus ring.

"It's alright," he whispered calming me for a moment.  He had stopped,
waiting for my hole to accept its new width.  Then he pushed forward again.
A jolt of pain shot through my ass.  My head flew backward as I tolerated
his continued forward invasion.  "Just a bit more," he said.  When I opened
my eyes I saw him looking down.  Watching as fraction by fraction of an
inch his manhood gained further entrance.  Pausing once more he looked up
at me.  "I'm almost in, honey."  Pausing, then continuing, "Just a little
more."  With those words he pushed once more.  My ring seemed to be at the
point of tearing.  The Pain!  Oh, my Gawd, the Pain.

He had stopped once more.  When I could finally tolerate this last attack,
I opened my eyes to see his grinning face.  "I'm in, baby.  My cock head is
in."  Sighing my body relaxed sufficiently to enjoy the new feeling of
fullness it was experiencing.  The pain receded, replaced now by a feeling
of fullness.

"Feels good," I softly mumbled.

"I know.  More than you can know.  I know too."  He lowered his body to
contact mine, his hands supporting his full weight.  My legs move to
surround his waist, holding him to me.  After a moment, he pushed further,
this time my ring now stretched to it's fullest was not sending messages of
pain, rather the feeling of his cock sliding more deeply into my gut.  It
seemed to last and last until I felt his ball sack press against my cheeks.

"I'm in.  All the way!" he crowed.  "It feels so good.  You're so tight."

I wondered if, just for a moment, if these were the same words he'd spoken
to my mother, the first time he entered her pussy.  But those thoughts were
washed away as he pulled backward leaving a vacuum in its wake.  "Uh!" I
gasped with this surprising loss of his hardness.  I gripped him in my
arms.  "No, don't go."

He remained silent as he pulled back until only his head remained within
me, then began the slow sensuous re-insertion into my boy hole.  I sighed
in relief now anticipating his love dance.  He started slowly but began to
speed up his thrusts until he was pounding away at my ass.  I responded to
his thrusts with pushed back to meet his lovely rod of flesh pummeling my
hole.  We were both moaning in pleasure, the occasional words of love
exchanged.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls.  With each stroke of his hard
cock over my G-spot it became stronger.  "I'm cumming, dad!"  I whispered
as he didn't slacken his pace one iota.  And surely I did.  I felt my cock
twitch once, twice, thrice.  Cum shot between us lubricating our back and
forth action.  He said nothing.  Just that chuckle.

On and on he went.  Opening my eyes briefly to gaze at the face of this man
who was fucking me.  Oh my Gawd!  My father was fucking me!  I saw beads of
sweat running down his straining face.  I'd lost track of time in this new
universe of sensual love making.  Taking each of his thrusts slapping
against my buttocks, I could not imagine an ending.  But it happened.

"I'm cumming, honey.  I'm going to breed you.  Fill you with my cum."  He
groaned and plunged into me with such force that it seemed to move both of
us up the bed.  I felt such a thrill with the pulsing of his cock as his
semen poured into me with jolt after jolt of contractions.  Of course, even
this conclusion of wonder ended as well.  He collapsed upon me, his full
weight pressing me down.  For a moment I could not breath such was his
weight.  His chest heaving he rested for a moment then raised himself once
more.

His face reached for mine and our lips met in a victory salute.  It was a
soft kiss prolonged until he separated from me.  I gasped as the truth hit
me.  "You took my cherry, dad.  You fucked me."  I didn't know whether to
shout or simply hug him.

Suddenly I was aware of his diminishing penis and my anal ring squeezing,
forcing it out.  I felt it flop against my ass cheeks, its soft warmth
feeling so nice.  The conclusion to our first love making session.

He rolled off of me to lay in my arms.  "Wow," he said looking at me.  "You
are one hot fuck."

"And you're one hot fucker." I grinned back.

Our lips met yet again for a passionate kiss.  I marveled at how delightful
it was kissing a man like I'd fantasized kissing a girl.  As our tongues
met to dance once again, I could feel the slow trickle of dad's sperm
oozing from my anus onto my left thigh.

Separating, he looked at me with such a serious mien, and when he spoke his
words were soft and tender.  He ran his hand over my cheek.  Our eyes
locked on each other.  "I've so dreamed for many years of this moment.
This time when I'd make you my lover, not just my son."  He smiled so
warmly and tenderly making my heart seem to melt with love for this man.

"Daddy, what do you mean that you wanted to make me your lover, to fuck
me?"

"I guess this is the best time to tell you about a desire, some would call
it an unnatural desire but I disagree.  Many men, if not most, find
themselves wondering and even fantasizing about sex with their children.
I'm one.  So is Todd's dad.

How this all began I cannot say exactly.  Each Saturday morning my family
would go down town and being old enough, they let me off with the caution
to return by a certain time.  My habit was to go to a local ice cream shot
which also sold magazines.  They were arranged in six levels, the most
interesting being on the top.  I'll tell you also that back then "Playboy"
and others had not yet been written.  Miss December was years away.

At 11 I was tall enough to reach the magazines in the top row.  The first
three mag's were uninteresting.  Then I found IT!.  A real jolt to my
imagination when I pulled down a copy of a nudist magazine!  I was
continuously horny so the front cover caused my cock to twitch and me to
gasp.

That cover, I've long ago forgotten what it was called.  Only the word
"nudist" jumped out at me.  The cover showed only a nice picture of a
camping area.  But opening it my eyes were dazzled by the naked people.
Adults, children, even babies.  Naked.  All naked!  It was the boys and
girls that set my heart to pounding.  Taking this new prize to the counter,
the clerk didn't reprimand me for my selection, but took my offered cash.
I used the magazine for many erotic jack off sessions.  That's the way I
began to lust after younger kids and as I grew older to boys.  The more I
looked at those pictures, the more I became attracted to boys, losing
interest in girls.  When your mom became pregnant, I so wanted a boy and
now I have you."

"Wow, dad!  So are you a...  a....  queer?"

"Mostly, I guess.  Not really sexually interested in women other than your
mother.  We still make love regularly but I'm the one who usually initiates
it.  I think in a few years her interest will decline even more.  But now
that I have you for loving, I won't miss her pussy so much."

I was a little shocked when he used that forbidden word: pussy.  Then I
looked him directly in the eyes and asked in a tremulous tone, "Does that
mean I'm...  queer too?"

He chuckled.  "Not at all, son.  I'll bet you'll still get a hard on when
you think of that Beth girl you've mentioned.  Right?"  He pushed my
shoulder.

I blushed and mumbled, "I guess so."  Even now I could picture Beth in my
mind with all her clothing gone and felt my prick twitch.  Dad's hand
lightly stroke my growing hardness.

"I thought so," dad said.  "Son, sucking a few cocks or being fucked or
fucking my ass, won't make you queer.  At this stage in your life, you are
a bisexual.  That word means you like both boys and girls."

Our reverie was broken by a knocking at my door.  "Larry, can I com in?"

Shocked by this intrusion, I said, "I'm naked.  Getting ready to go into
the shower."

"Well, I've seen you naked lots of times, honey.  What can one more time
do?"

I thought she was serious.  "I'm going into the shower, mom.  Coming out
now."  Dad moved quietly out of my bed and into my closet.  I grabbed a
towel, wrapped it around my waist, opened the door and stepped out past
mom.  "See?" I said.  "Shower time."

As I was walking down the hall the the open bathroom door, she said, "You
need to open your window, honey.  It really needs to get the smell out."  I
looked at her just before entering the bathroom.  She was smiling at me
with that look that said, "I know what you've been doing."

"OK, mom, right after I get out."  I closed and locked the door, not
wanting anyone to accidentally step in.  "What good are closed doors?" I
asked myself.  "If they don't signal 'occupied'?"

I had turned on the water for it to warm when mom knocked.  "Where's your
dad?  He didn't answer when I called."

"Went for a walk I think," I said as the water reached proper temp and I
stepped in.  I took the hair wash, and after dousing my head to wet it,
rubbed the shampoo in.  As I did, my mind went back to my bedroom where my
dad had taken me, seduced me, and made great anal love to me.  The thought
of him atop me, my legs folded around him, I felt my cock and nipples
harden.  Looking down at the throbbing tool poking out from my groin, I
happened to notice the remnants of my cum still decorated my belly and
chest.  Gawd!  Mom surely most have seen that. She was no dummy.  She
probably knew I'd cum on myself.  But it was spread all over my belly and
chest.  Would she put these facts together to think of sex with dad?  I
shook my head, and I"More than ready thought, "Nah.  Too improbable.  Too
far fetched.  Besides I am always talking about girls.  All signals
broadcasting: straight boy.  Dismissing any remaining thoughts and concerns
about dad and me having sex were washed from my mind as the body wash was
rinsed from my body.

My raging hard on was another matter.  It was so hard.  It all but begged
for release so being the horny boy that I was, I soaped up my hand and
stroked it to completion watching as the gouts of cum shot from my cock
decorating the wall of the shower.  While I let my balls drain, I washed
down the evidence of semen release.  Satisfied with my clean up, I stepped
from the shower to towel dry.  Once this was done, I wrapped it around my
waist, unlocked and opened the door to head back to my room.

Once inside I checked the closet.  Dad was gone.  Hope he got out without
discovery.

End of part 3

Good grief!  Sex with a man who is also his father!  How bad can this story
get?  Who will be the next lucky guy to seduce and ride Larry?  Stay tuned.