Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 14:25:43 -0400
From: Lee Schenk <jlee0442@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Tim - Chapter 2

The following is the second chapter of "My Tim." The
story is completely fictional, containing explicit
descriptions of sexual activity between a father and
his young son. The story contains no violence,
and all sexual activity is with the complete
consent of all the persons involved. Anyone who is
offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of
material should read no further. The author welcomes
any comments about this story or his writing style.
However, if all you want is to condemn me, don't
bother.  I ask you why are you in Nifty and this
particular story area if you aren't interested
yourself.  So forget the flames.  However,
constructive suggestions are welcome. Send to: Lee at
jlee0442@hotmail.com


My Tim

Chapter 2 - Love Juice


Life for us continued in the pattern established that
night.  Tim never lost any of his fascination with my
body, especially my penis.  And I must admit I found
him thrilling as well.  Nudity had been a way of life
for us.  I never much liked clothes, so didn't wear
any when I didn't have to, and Tim too followed my
pattern.  This was true even before our physical
explorations.

Where we lived was conducive to our nudity, and to our
forbidden love.  However, when I bought the 130 rural
acres nestled in the mountains of east Tennessee, I
had no idea the latter would ever occur.  I just
wanted wide, wooded spaces, isolated from urban
development.  Our log ranch home sat back about a half
mile from the road, surrounded by woods, and all the
quiet and beauty that came with that isolation.  I'd had
a pool put in and a hot tub, but we depended on hikes,
fishing, and picnics for most of our outdoor fun.
Later as things developed between Tim and me, I
realized the beauty of having a place free of prying
eyes and ears.

Once I'd thought through what had happened I decided I
was not going to make any big changes.  I wanted to do
nothing that would harm Tim's psyche by making him
think what had happened between us had upset me.

Tim changed the way he slept with me.  Until that time
he had always worn pajamas to sleep in.  From that day
forward he slept nude.  Both he and I loved to feel
our naked skin against each other.  Often there was
nothing sexual about our being naked together.  Yet,
if Tim started the playing, I didn't discourage it.  I
let him explore, and I did as well at his request.
However, I never initiated any of the touching games
we played.

Most evenings after an early bath we would watch TV
together.  That seemed to be the time Tim most liked
to play.  As we sat nude either on the couch or
together in my big armchair, he would begin to fondle
my dick.  Soon he'd take my hand and guide it to his
hard little peanut and have me play with him as he
worked to get me hard.  He soon came to know that I'd
get hard faster if I were fondling his pricklet.  Tim
absolutely loved seeing my hard prick, feeling it and
rubbing it against his body.  He was also fascinated
with my big hairy balls and pubic bush.

Sometimes Tim would just play around, tugging gently
as he watched TV.  Other times he would crawl between
my legs and inspect my dick closely.  He'd check every
aspect of it, rubbing his finger along the thick vein
that runs along the shaft, feeling all around the
head, taking the precum on his finger and rubbing it
on my cock head and shaft and studying the sticky
substance on his fingers.

One day the inevitable happened.  Tim, now nearly four
years old, looked at his fingers, sticky with precum,
and put them to his lips and licked his fingers clean.
I watched him closely for his reaction.  His little
brows furrowed, pondering what he'd just done and the
new taste.  Without even glancing up at me, he wiped
his fingers across my cock head again, covering his
little fingers, sticking them back in his mouth and
sucking more precum off.

"Daddy," he said, looking up at me, "this juice tastes
good." I reached down and got some precum on my finger
and put it in my mouth, sucking my own juice.

"Yes, Tim, it does.  As I told you before, when my
penis starts leaking this juice, it means you are
making me feel very, very good.  And my penis is
reacting to that pleasure."

"I'm glad I make you feel good, Daddy."

"I know you do, my little love.  You always make Daddy
so happy.  I love you so much, Tim.  When you play
with Daddy's penis, it just can't help but make the
juice."

"Then it must be love juice, huh, Daddy?"

"That's a good name for it, Tim.  Love juice.  But
there are times that Daddy's penis makes a whole lot
more love juice than just the little bit you see."

When do does it do that, Daddy?  Can I see it do
that?"

"Well, I suppose it's time, Tim.  I haven't shown you
before because I wasn't sure what you would think.
But since you've been asking questions tonight, I
think it's time.

"Sometime, son, Daddy gets so excited that white
creamy juice shoots out of his penis.  That juice, my
love juice, is called semen or cum."

"How do you get it to shoot out?" Tim looked closely
at my pee hole and shook my penis, trying to see if he
could get the "love juice" to come out.

"Well, most of the time, I rub it up and down with my
hand real fast until my cum shoots out.  That's when I
feel the absolute best."

"Can I rub it and make it come out, Daddy?"

"Let me show you how, Tim."  I took his hands and put
them on my rock hard penis.  Putting my hand over his,
I used his tiny hands to stroke my prick.  I can still
feel how wonderful it felt to use my son's hands to
bring myself to orgasm.  I can't even describe the
complete satisfaction, the pure eroticism, I felt.

"See, Tim," I moaned, "how I move your hands up and
down my dick real fast?"  I was getting so close, but
I wanted to continue this lesson for Tim and for me.

"Now you try it by yourself," I suggested, taking my
hands off his.  To my surprise he had it down pretty
well.  Damn, the feeling was just incredible.  "Hold
it a little bit tighter, son, and go a little bit
faster."  Tim followed my instructions perfectly.  My
precum was flowing liberally now, so my shaft was well
lubed and his hands moved smoothly up and down.

"Oh Christ, Timmy, that feels so good.  You're such a
wonderful boy to make Daddy feel this good," I moaned.
Tim, smiling happily at my praise, increased his
effort.  That was all it took!

Oh, fucking Christ, I'm cumming, Tim.  Watch close,
son.  Here's Daddy's love juice for you, my love.
Jeesssusssss!" I groaned and threw my head back.  Gobs
of cum flew out of my penis and landed on my chin,
chest, and stomach, and on Tim's face, chest, and
hands.

To my complete surprise, when I started to cum, Tim
did not flinch or pull away.  In fact, he moved his
face closer to watch my ejaculate fly out.  That
really caused his face to be covered.

This didn't phase my boy.  Tim looked up at me, cum
dripping from his face, and said in wonder, "Wow,
Daddy, you cummed lots of love juice all over that us!
I want to see you do it again."

I pulled my boy up to me and kissed him on his cum-
coated lips.  Then I licked off his cheeks and chin.
"Tim, Daddies can't just do that over and over again
without stop.  In a little bit we can do it again if
you want, but first I have to rest."

"Okay, but promise you'll shoot more love juice for
me."

"I promise, Tim.  You'll get more love juice."

Holding him to me, I'd smeared cum all over both of
us.  Tim giggled, "Boy, we're really sticky, Daddy."

"We sure are, little guy.  Maybe we better get back in
the tub and take another bath.  What do you say?"

"Okay, but first I want to taste more of your love
juice."  With that he bent his head down and started
licking the cum off my chest.  When his little tongue
traced across my nipple, I groaned.

"Did I hurt you, Daddy?" Tim looked up with a worried
expression on his face.

"Oh, no, Tim.  You didn't hurt Daddy.  When you lick
my nipples, it feels so good to Daddy."

So Tim, ever wanting to please, quickly lapped at
first one nipple then the other.  I couldn't believe
it, but my cock was instantly rock hard again.

Suddenly Tim sat up and said, "Now you lick me, Daddy."
I happily obliged, carefully cleaning his chest of all
my cum.

"Oooh, Daddy, that tickles," Tim giggled.  Then he
noticed my hard dick.  "Hey, Daddy, your pee-pee is
stiff again.  Can you cummed some more now?"

"I'll try, my little love, just for you.  Let Daddy
lay down on the couch and you stand beside me and lick
my nipples and tickle my balls.  I scooted down and
lay flat on the couch, and my sexy Tim eagerly started
licking my nipples.  As I jacked my cock with my right
hand, my left trailed over my son's smooth skin,
caressing his baby butt and fondling his little
pricklet and balls.  It didn't take long and my cock
was once again spewing forth my "love juice" for my
little love.

Tim immediately left licking my nipples and licked all
the cum up off my belly and off my fingers.

"I got all your love juice this time, Daddy.  You
taste good."

I scooped Tim up in my arms and stood up.  "That's
enough fun for one night, my little love.  We're
heading back into the tub and we each wash ourselves."

"That's not fun," Tim complained.

"But that's the way it's going to be tonight!"