Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2015 16:17:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Love of Andrew pt 1

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The Love of Andrew - part 1


"Lick my balls, Andrew honey...Lick them, you little fucker... ... That's
where you came from, sweetheart, my daddy balls...and your mother's sweet
cunt!!  Oh shit! Say that... say where you came from!" On his knees, his
mouth and my hard dick were perfectly joined. I was glad I waited until he
was old enough to do it right.

	He backed off my cock, my son, and greedily licked underneath, more
eager than I expected, his warm wet tongue on my smooth nuts. I knew what
they smelled like after a game and he evidently enjoyed it!

	"Andrew, you little cock sucker, say it!"

	"What, Daddy?"

	"What I just said..."

	"Me...I came from you, daddy, your balls...your sperm, and from
mommy's sweet cunt...you made me..." His tickling tongue returned to my
hairless pouch. How sweet it was, his young face between my legs, when just
a short time ago on the tennis court I beat the shit out of him.

	 "I love you."

	That did it. How satisfying to hear those words from his twelve
year old mouth! Spoken in his youthful voice those words pushed me to the
end. I backed away and shot hot sperm all over his face—so much of
it—a cum harder than I had in a long time! All over his smooth, pretty
face.

	Andrew's pink tongue wagged left and right trying to lick what he
could reach. I was young myself when I made him, barely beyond my own
boyhood. My sperm was still thick and white and potent, like it was
then. With open palms I spread my still warm cum all over him, his cheeks,
nose, eyes, ears his nipples, then lifted him up. Like a dog I kissed and
licked his tear-damp face.

	"And I love you, honey...don't cry...I will always love and protect
you." My own tears were filling my eyes. "I'll do anything for you!"



-0-



        "Andrew ... Andrew!"

	Now, shouting: "ANDREW!"

	Mr. Foster, my teacher.

	Mr. Larry Fucking Foster. I hate him. He always breaks my
balls. Not just mine, a lot of the class. The boys, mostly. The girls: If
you have nice tits or a good looking ass he leaves you alone. I have a good
looking ass, but he still breaks my balls. I know I have a good looking ass
because I can see for myself, and got told that I do. Many times.

	So, I'm 12, in 7th grade. So I play with my dick every day. Its
doesn't leave me alone much, and I like playing with it. All my friends say
they play with theirs.

	I jerk off as soon as I get home from school. I think about the
sights and the smells and the talk and fooling around during the day, and I
cum quick. If something gets me way excited at school I can do it there if
I can't wait `til home. Last week this cute blond boy next to me, William,
took his dick out to show the girl on the other side of him. The way her
eyes sparkled, she sure liked it! Looking at it got me real hot and I
wanted to grab it. I wonder if she saw me looking. Not at her. At him, his
dick!

	This other kid I like, Peter: he's always rubbing his boner through
his jeans no matter who's looking. He has a hot body and...

	"ANDREW!"

	Now Mr. Fucking Foster is boring holes in me with his beady eyes
waiting for me to answer. Oh, fuck. I let him wait. I give him a slow, lazy
"Sir?" It has a "fuck you" tone to it.

	I wonder if he knows what its like down here in the seats, among us
students. Horny all the time. Aching to cum all the time. My cock is always
little bit hard in school. `Lick my ass' is what I really want to say to
him!

	 My ass. Smooth cheeks like when I was a baby. Fucking Mister
Foster doesn't know it but I've had it licked and eaten out
by...by...well—I'll say who later. I've been sucked off too, and even
sucked cock myself—big cock—adult size cock! Wouldn't you like to
know, teacher?

	 "Do you have your essay? Mr. Fucking Rat Face Foster says with a
big dose of sarcasm. "It's a week past due". Yeah, I'd love to put my nice
tender pubescent ass in his ugly face and make him lick it. I don't know
why he has it in for me? The girls love me. Even some boys, I bet. Maybe
that's why he hates me. He knows he the girls want me, not him.

	My fuckin' boy hormones are raging, that's why my essay is late,
Mr. Fuckin' Foster. Its late because I been jerking off dreaming of boys
when I should be doing school work. I hate this whole fuckin' school set
up. It's late because last week my... Last week I had my hard 5 and a half
inch smooth dick sucked off. Had my smooth asshole licked and sucked for an
hour. Got fucked too, Mr. Foster. I mean really big F fucked! Wouldn't you
like to know by who Mr. Foster ...(or is it, whom? Please correct me,
teacher!).

	Foster holds me back when the bell rings and threatens to fail me
if I don't produce what he wants by Monday. I have to take this shitty
class all over again—with him!—if I don't have it. How am I supposed
to worry about his stupid essay when my dick wont leave me alone? Adults
suck. Some of them. They do. Really.

	Well, he can suck MY dick.



-0-



Andrew, the cutest boy in my class. I have to watch myself because I stare
at him too often and too long. He's 12 and as each day passes the boy gets
more and more desirable. When he moves the eyes of the girls follow him
with obvious appreciation. He doesn't seem to notice them much. Puberty has
set in since last year. The sudden burst of hormones has not spoiled his
smooth, blemish free complexion, nor made him awkward, like it does some
boys. That boy's body is slender, but his jeans and t-shirts cling to legs
and torso closely. When Andrew is seated there's an unmistakable bump of
his genitals between his open legs. I look and notice because I'd love to
suck that young cock. That's where I look—too often. There, and his
face. His face is just as magnetic. That upper lip is shaped like an
elongated, mauve colored Valentine heart. I doubt if those sensual, full
lips have yet touched a girl's. I bet his nipples are mauve colored too. He
appears so shy sometimes. Innocent. And that inflames me more. That shaggy
brown mop of hair that falls around his gorgeous face can make him seem
girly at times, which his slender hands and beautiful fingers reinforce. In
fact he is the most androgynous student I have. And he makes my dick hard!

	So, I admit it. I've jerked off a number of times at night while I
imagine my dick in his mouth.

	Not just that. I have him turn over and lean him over the edge of
the bed, his knees almost touching the floor and his legs spread wide. He
knows what I want to do and he cautions me to be gentle. I kneel behind him
and plunge my moist greedy tongue into his musky scented pink asshole like
a spear. His whole body shudders instantly and my face becomes wedged
between the tight clamp of his round cheeks.

	This is what I'm thinking while the daily part of me speaks to him
as a stern and demanding teacher. Oh shit!

	My partner doesn't understand my obsession with the boy, or boys,
but my partner isn't a teacher.

-0-

	Here's how it started...

	"Dad..."

	"Huh?.."

	"Your shoulders ok? Mine hurt...You played me pretty hard" My eyes
swept up and down his fine adolescent, tanned body. Colt like legs, a firm,
very round pouty ass, square bony shoulders, raggedly shaggy straight brown
hair—I'm tempted to use the word "perfect." He held all of his 5'5"
frame erect and proud, his feet apart, and looked over his shoulder at
me. I certainly was tempted, wanted to cup one of those firm ass cheeks
sheened with perspiration, feel their young strength directly.

	Less than a year ago, when Andrew was 11 I began to have strong
sexual thoughts about him. He was a good looking kid even when he was just
a toddler, everyone said so. Now, add a budding sexuality to the mix and I
could see why he was attracting little nymphets like a magnet. He had been
arousing sexual fantasies in me, his own father, for sometime, but now I
allowed those thoughts free play.



	I had a big gay streak in me that I let my future wife know about
and she was cool with it. In fact we had occasional threesomes and it got
her off big to watch me suck cock or get fucked—even watched me fuck one
of her exes.

	"Fuck his ass, Jack...push it all the way in!"

She used to say that a lot. We both used to suck the same cock, sharing it
back and forth. She loved it as much as I.

	But people change. After two kids we split, partly over those
occasional tumbles and my eye for good looking and increasingly younger and
younger dudes. Finally, when I bought and brought home a hot 16 year old,
she'd had enough. Fuck her. I wasn't about to have my sex life ruled by
anyone. I fucked the kid and he fucked me while my wife stayed in another
part of the house. Our two to kids were too young then to figure out what
was going on.

	Divorce. Custody when to her naturally, but I saw my boy and girl
often—we lived only blocks apart.



	The day I'm talking about, the weekend he was with me, I showered
with my boy after tennis and we rubbed and scrubbed as vigorously as we
played the game, then cuddled together naked on my bed. The we played the
game of sex just as strongly.

	Later in bed I licked and kissed his slender neck and listened to
his untroubled breathing. I sensed his contentment and satisfaction at what
we'd done was as deep as mine. My soft, satisfied cock was against the clef
of his ass and I knew it would only be a matter of time before my deepest
desire would be realized.



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If this beginning has you wanting more please let me know. And please tell
me what in this first part you liked best. I do appreciate all
comments. Thanks.



Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com