Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 04:20:35 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Son Toby 2

This is a work of fiction. I am the author. My first sexual experience was
with an adult male neighbour when I was ten. Though my experience was not
traumatic to me it is impossible to advocate sexual play with a minor. To
all my readers who sent all those warm greetings this is part two. I would
love to hear what my readers think and can be contacted at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com


My Son Toby - Fireside


Winter had moved in swiftly. Where there had been blackened bare trees and
browned stiff grass was now white rolling deserts of glinting snow. The
weather that had seemed unbearably cold had somehow softened its bitter
edges. In the evening the snow turned a gentle blue.
    This evening with Tobys help logs were piled and lit in the stone
fireplace. We sat in front of the warmth both bathed in the orange
glow. Every time the logs crackled or popped Toby would gasp in wonder.
    His back was pressed against my hirsute chest with an arm wrapped about
his upper chest my hand clasped to the roundness of his shoulder. His hair
smelled of shampoo and I nuzzled the hair intoxicated by its silkiness.
    I lifted my knees up planting my feet on the carpet creating a coccoon
for my son. Toby wrapped one arm around my thigh as I released my grip from
his shoulder and let my hands rest on his slim hips.
    He let out a big yawn.
    "Okay, partner", I said pushing my son to his feet. "Go get your
pillow. We'll sleep in front of the fire".
    Toby sqealed in delight as he bounded towards his room. Pulling the
aphgahn off the sofa it was billowed as it gently settled to the carpet -
our makeshift bed.
    I stripped off my briefs before laying down on my side my head
supported by my bent elbow. Looking past my left shoulder Toby entered
dwarfed by the king-sized pillow palleted with cartoon super heroes.
    He propped the pillow under his chest so he could study the fire. Like
father, like son - he had left his briefs in the bedroom. As I lay back to
the floor my hand reached over gently stroking his warm thigh.
    My other arm covered my eyes to dim the flickering of the fire. The
room was warm, my son was beside me and I slowly drifted off.
    How long had I slept - five minutes; ten; an hour?  The feeling was
unmistakeable. Propping myself on my elbows I looked down the length of my
torso.
    Toby had one hand steadying my hard-on as his tongue gently butterflied
around my knob. His lips pursed as he lapped up the first traces of pre-cum
from my piss slit. His mouth opened wider as he sucked the purple knob
inside that moist warm cavern.
    My whole being centred on my sucking son.
    "Oh, fuck", I groaned as he sucked past the head.
    I grabbed hold of his leg closest to me dragging his body on top of
mine. Lifting my boy by his hips I positioned his sex over my open
mouth. Then he was lowered.
    My mouth swallowed his sweet cock and balls in one go. My tongue mashed
the little eggs then sleeved the top of his prick. The boy sucked harder as
I slathered his boys.
    My hands massaged his firm ass cheeks before finding the sweet smooth
crevice. My tongue longed for that sweet untouched hole.
    Hands pulled his legs apart and forward. The sweet cheeks parted as my
mouth let go of his treasures and the tongue wiggled a sloppy trail to his
shitter. Darting, prodding, lapping my tongue begged entry at his hole. Bit
by bit the muscle relaxed as my tongue took his virginity.
    Toby moaned wriggling his butt. His mouth struggled to take more of my
meat but it was not to be. He contented his mouth and tongue on my
knob. Trying for more. Needing more. He whimpered at his defeat.
    My lips pressed at his hole kissing the tight ring as my tongue snaked
the invitation. His mouth was pulling me forward. I did not want this to
end. But the ending began to build.
    I slid my son off of me. I had to see; to know. Had to.
    Running my hand through his hair I stopped at the base of his skull. My
other hand slid around my fat hard seeder.
    "Here, son", I was almost gasping. "Let daddy get it for you".
    His mouth tried to stay locked to my knob as I began to jerk my rod.
    "Hold daddys balls, son. That's it. Yeah just like that".
    One stroke. Two. Three. Four.
    "Holy fuck!" I groweled as my cum shot up filling Tobys eager
mouth. Spurt after convulsive squirt my load was delivered.
    My son gasped and choked allowing most of the cream to slide down my
shaft. My fingers slid in my own juices as I began to slow the rythm.
    I sighed heavily as my head fell back. I fought for air as my body
respirated. Toby crawled over me sitting squarely on the puddle that was my
crotch.
    "Hey, daddy", he said leaning towards my face. "Let's do that again".