Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 17:48:11 +0100
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: We Have to Be Quiet

WE HAVE TO BE QUIET
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

Complete fantasy. Never happened and I don't encourage it. Read and enjoy,
then by all means, continue to maintain your current real-world,
common-sense, hands-off policy.  There you go. Well done, Sparky.

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Now, shhhhh...let's turn down the lights and let's all use our quiet voices
because Mommy's sleeping right down the hallway and we don't want her to
wake up while Daddy and Gabriel show us some really fun things they've been
teaching each other.

Shhhh. That's right. Nice and quiet.

Don't wake Mommy up.

Now, on with the show.

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On the fifth night in a row my 11-year-old son Gabriel came back into my
bedroom in the middle of the night to wake me up for sex, I was right in
the middle of a very arousing boy dream.

That's really unusual for me, because I never have boy-sex dreams. Believe
me, that's maddening, because I think about boys 24/7. I come here and read
and jerk off just like the rest of you, but my wife has no idea. When I'm
in my upstairs office online masturbating, I'm sure she knows what I'm
doing, but I'm sure she thinks I'm looking at picture of women.

Nope. I'm clicking on "Newest Stories" and scrolling right down to
"Gay/Adult-Youth" just like you do.

So all things considered, you'd think my dreaming mind would be wired to
churn out boy dreams seven nights a week, but honestly, in the past ten
years, I could count the number of hot boy-sex dreams I've had on one hand.

But last night, I had one of the most vivid ones I've remembered in a long
time. It was over so fast, damn it, but it was so hot while it lasted. And
then of course the minute I woke up, Gabriel was standing there in his
little Lego pajama pants, whispering "shhhh," and beckoning me down the
hall to his bedroom again. And tonight was the night I was finally going to
fuck him. So you can hardly blame the poor kid for interrupting my REM
sleep, right?

In the dream I had (before Gabriel led me away to his bedroom down the hall
to fuck him) I'm in a middle school bathroom to pee. I'm an adult, but I'm
there for a public event at night. A play. A choir concert. Something. And
I walk in to pee, and there's a beautiful, hot little 14'ish red-headed boy
standing there peeing next to me.

He's a cross between geeky and preppy. Dweeby-upscale. His hair is longish
and he's wearing a hat. Kind of retro-80's style, only not so
ridiculous. Not so insulting to the senses.

Anyway, he's about 14. We're the only two people in the bathroom. I'm
peeing next to him, he's peeing next to me, and I look over, and he's
standing far enough back from the urinal that I can clearly see his penis,
which is tiny. I mean really tiny, smaller than a 14-year-old's penis
should be.

"You like my little wiener?" he giggles. "I bet you want to suck it in your
mouth."

He's totally hairless. His tiny dick is beautiful.

His words make me freeze. I don't know how to answer him.

He's standing far enough back from the urinal, intentionally letting me see
it. His pants are fully unsnapped and unzipped and partially pulled down so
I can see his dick, his balls and his whole hairless V. Not a hair on
him. He's creamy, hairless, beautiful.

"You're so fucking pretty," I whisper to him. "I want to fuck your pretty
ass."

"Nuh-uh," he giggles. "But you can look at my little pee-pee."

So, of course, I look over at his little dick. He's given a few squirts of
piss, but now he's just standing there, done peeing, with his dick in his
little thumb and forefinger.

"Bet you want to suck it, don't you, fucker?" he giggles.

"Yeah," I say in a husky voice. "I want to suck it bad. Show it to me."

He angles around, juts it out and looks me right in the eye.

And the minute I look over at him and start looking at his dick in earnest,
it starts to get erect. Just knowing I'm looking at it, that's all it takes
for him. I watch it go from soft and pointing down, to hard and standing
straight up. It's still a very tiny penis, but now I've watched it go from
soft to firm erection, actually seen it happen, which was insanely hot in
the dream, because I made it happen just by staring.

And it happens fairy quickly, within 5-10 seconds, the same way you'd curl
your forefinger, then slowly raise it in the air. Only in this case, the
boy's penis is no bigger than my pinky. Hell, even smaller.

"Awww, it's all hard now," he pouts. "Now what do we do with it."

"Come here," I tell him.

Immediately, I go into the nearest bathroom stall and sit down. I pull my
pants down and take out my cock to masturbate. I leave the door unlocked.

The boy stays at the urinal for about 10 seconds, not quite knowing what to
do, then he comes to the stall and stands outside of it, still unsure.

He can see me through the crack of the door. He can see my cock is out and
erect. I can see his eyes through the door crack. I can see his nice shoes
at the bottom.

He still has his stiff little cock in his hand and he's horny too. His
pants are pulled down to his butt now.

He opens the door of the stall, walks in, closes it behind him and without
a word, steps forward and puts his penis in my mouth.

"Suck my little baby cock, daddy," he whispers.

I have this explosion of excitement in my head -- "oh my God, I'm finally
sucking a boy's penis for real!" – like I never have – when in
reality, I've already sucked Gabriel's – but in the dream, I've never
done it before, ever – so, it's like hats and horns and a ticker-tape
parade go off in my head, and oh my God, it tastes so good and sweet and
fleshy and perfect -- it tastes so real -- and my head just tingles in
immediate euphoria because his tiny dick is in my mouth.

I reach forward to cup his ass to pull his hips into my farther, to take
his dick into my throat as far as it'll go, but he already has the idea. He
grabs the back of my head and just honest-to-God throat fucks me. Power
fucks me.

"Put your finger in my ass," he growls at me. "Finger fuck me."

And I wet my finger and I do.

Oh, God, I groan, because his ass is so tight and hot. I can feel it on my
finger. I can smell it in the air.

Now his whole little package is in my mouth, and it's tiny. Dick, balls, my
nose against his hairless pubis, he's got the whole thing in my mouth, and
he just grabs me by the back of the head, sticks that little dick as far
down my throat as it'll go -- and God, I can even feel it in my throat even
in the dream -- thank you God, I can feel it in the dream – he even
makes me gag on the first thrust because tiny as it is, he's just so damn
forceful with it and it happens so fast.

But then I'm used to it, and I just let him do what he needs to do -- and
man, he grabs my head and just piston fucks me, jack-rabbit fucks me right
in the throat -- and my finger is bucking in and out of his ass, digging
for his sweetnut, and his dick is banging away in my mouth, and fuck! He is
cumming in seconds! Seriously. He maybe jack-rabbit fucks my face for all
of six or seven thrusts and he's already grunting, pushing, ramming that
last one DEEP in my throat and cumming right straight down my gobbling
gullet.

No cum on my tongue, no cum in my oral cavity anywhere, just RIGHT straight
down my throat directly, and I can actually taste and feel those thin
syrupy dribbles of cum go sliding down my throat, and I swallow as they
come out of him. My finger up his ass, I suck them out of him with gulping
grateful throat contractions and my mind is exploding with joy. It's
sweetness, it's euphoria.

"Oh God, oh God," I'm thinking with weeping gratitude. "I'm actually doing
it. I'm swallowing this 14-year-old boy's cum. After all these years, I'm
actually eating boy cum again," something I hadn't done since I was a
child. Something I'd certainly never dared do as an adult until my own son
started coming onto me this past week

But in the dream, I'm a total boylove virgin. Never did anything to
anybody, ever. Certainly not Gabriel. He can't even make sperm yet. But oh
fuck. This mystery boy in the bathroom just gave it to me good.

"Oh my sweet fucking God," the dream-me shook and shivered in thrall, "It's
finally, actually happening!"

So hot. So fast. It's over in a matter of seconds, as he keeps ramming that
sweet-nectar, tiny-thin pencil-dick down my throat in the bathroom stall at
his middle school while his honey-juice sizzles down into me like a sweet
drink of cherry kool-aid.

Then the dream cuts quickly to the lawn outside the school. The commons
area. Many people are sitting outside on blankets and lawn chairs and
sitting on ledges, like perhaps we're all out there prepared to watch a
parade come by or something. Or some pep rally.

But in that part of the dream I'm sitting with my old gym coach, Mr. B.,
telling him what happened. And the 14-year-old mystery boy is actually
sitting somewhat in front of me, barely out of earshot, sitting with three
girls, his girl posse, his fag hags, giggling.

And I say to Mr. B., "That's him. That's the one I sucked." And I'm
explaining, "I didn't so much suck him, as just sat there and opened my
mouth and let him face-fuck the shit out of me."

Saying "I sucked him" implies I had an active role in this. I really
didn't. I just sat down in a bathroom stall and he walked in and pumped his
little baby load in me.  And God, it was even hot telling Mr. B. about
it. Mr. B. with the fat cock I used to stare at through his gym shorts in
7th grade P.E.

And Mr. B. immediately shook his head and had the "safe, legal,
oh-fuck-your-goose-is-cookedl" reaction and he says to me, "You better hope
he doesn't tell anybody, or you're gonna be in big trouble for this."

And I had this flutter of nervousness because of course he was right, but
then again, I'm still looking across the commons, because this mystery kid
is so gorgeous, I know I want that tiny little cock in my mouth again, and
all he'd have to do is turn around and smile at me, and crook a finger and
beckon me to follow him back to that bathroom stall, and I'd be his in a
heartbeat. Common sense would have nothing to do with it.

And just when the dream was about to end – I was watching him – his
back turned toward me, giggling with his girlfriends – he turned around
and it was my own son Gabriel. My own beautiful son who up until four
nights ago, I'd never touched sexually – well, nothing of note anyway –
and there he was, morphed into the boy I'd just sucked off in a bathroom
stall.

Dream-Me looked my 11-year-old son in the eye.

"Gabriel?" I mouthed from across the commons, but he just turned back and
giggled with his girlfriends; my preppy little gay boy with the tiny little
dick, already giggling, already telling them about the strange man who ate
his little spermies in the boys bathroom stall 15 minutes ago.

"He even put his finger in my butt," I can hear him giggle. Only I can't
really hear it. But he's moving his lips and I know exactly what he's
telling them. They all giggle and they look at me. And I want to fuck them
all.

I looked at my Dream-Son and I know I'd just tasted every sweet bit of that
little cock. I tasted every sweet pulse of those dribbles of virgin boy
semen down my throat. Semen my Real-World-Son can't even make yet. His cums
are still completely dry. I know, because I've seen four of them this week.

GOD, it was a hot dream. Just sexy and wild and vivid as all fuck.

Dreams like that are such a gift, man. I NEVER have vivid dreams like
that. Maybe five times in my life I've had a boy-sex dreams that powerful,
with all the sensory elements in place. Touch, taste, flavor. Perfection.

What an exquisite, remarkable, incredible dream. I woke feeling like I'd
honestly done it. My eyes snapped open. And there was Gabriel.

Gabriel for real, like the last four nights. Standing, smiling, holding a
"shhhh" finger to his mouth.

"We have to be quiet," he whispered, nodding toward Mommy, who was sleeping
soundly next to me.

He crooked a finger and beckoned me to his bedroom down the hall.

Where we were about to be quiet for the fifth night in a row.

# # # # # # # # # #

When I tell you I never did anything sexual with Gabriel until this week –
"nothing of note really" – I do have a brief, arousing moment from
earlier in his childhood, but it was relatively simple and indirect. I
doubt he had any clue it ever happened.

It happened after I'd watched the original, black and white classic version
of "Lord of the Flies." Damn it, I should just throw that DVD away for all
the trouble it gets me into.

My wife caught me jacking off to it one night and I had to think fast and
tell her, "Movie? Oh for God's sake, hon, I'm not jacking off to some dumb
old black and white movie. I don't even know what that is. I was actually
just sitting here with my eyes closed thinking about your sister."

Well, that's all it took to throw her off the scent. I turned that one
around in about two seconds flat. I did some serious doghouse time for that
one, but I didn't blow my boylove cover.

I tossed the DVD back in its case with a curse and a "whew" – "get away
from me, you traitorous movie – you're gonna get us both killed!" –
but wouldn't you know it, on a lazy day with nothing else to do, I watched
it again, two years ago when Gabriel was 9, and I have to admit, I didn't
get a chance to jack off while it was playing, so when bedtime rolled
around, I was pretty much in a fog-induced, half-frantic frenzy thinking of
all the naked and half-naked little boys on that island. God, can you
imagine making THAT movie back in the 60's, before the artistic beauty of
beautiful naked boys became freakishly illegal?

But oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not lost in my own nobility here. My
thoughts weren't pure and my leanings were definitely well outside the
artistic appreciation spectrum. All I could think of was, damn. Strand me
on that island foraging for berries and the rest of the castaways can eat
what they want, but I'm starting with my tongue up Simon's little
pucker. Fuck! Was he the most angelic little islander alive, or what? I'd
need Tina Louise and Dawn Wells both blowing me 24/7 to keep my mind off
that sweet little fucker.

And those little twins Sam & Eric had me all worked up too. Where's the
Jergen's?  Smear each one of those little butternut fuck knots with a
little bit of hand lotion and just pick them both up by the armpits, one at
a time, and take turns wiggling them on the tip of my leaking cock for
about 15 minutes apiece.

So yeah, I'm not embarrassed to say, when it came time to take little
9-year-old Gabriel up to bed that night, pretty much all I could think of
was sitting in a hut on the beach, palm fronds over my roof and a slippery
boy sitting on my cock, bouncing up and down and squealing away like Piggy
after the conch broke. It was the end of reason, readers. The end of
reason.

But Gabriel was tired and I was just horny and frustrated, so enough of my
possible private masturbatory sneak-away time – it would just have to
wait – while up the stairs we went, where I tucked him in and laid down
next to him – Gabriel has his own double bed for the record – so it
wasn't uncommon for me to hop in with him, turn on his TV at night and let
him fall asleep snuggled up next to me.

I should mention at that point in life, I wasn't above picking up a pair of
Gabriel's discarded undies from the floor and on the way to the hamper at
bedtime after he'd changed into fresh ones to line his evening pj's, giving
them a quick sniff to see what he had for dinner that night. I was a kind
of sniffy kid myself, always smelling my own undies and my own little
butt-finger, so it never seemed like any big deal to sneak a whiff of
Gabriel's.

As usual, they were very maple-fresh in the front. A definite whiff of
sweet-stale boy pee. All of Gabriel's undies are colored, except for one
pair, so it's really hard to see pee stains in the pouch. But they always,
always tickle the nose with a rousing whoof of dry, heady boy-pee when I
find them. He's a dribbler, big time.

And the back end of Gabriel's leave-behinds, if that's your sort of thing,
are just wildly musky and sweet beyond compare. Just the sweetest, most
beautiful tender little boy-butt smells in the universe. The kind that make
you inhale and sigh and smile. Like he purposely dreamed a good dream and
grunted out fairy dust just for you. Nothing offensive, strong, sour or
malodorous at all. Just pure, boyish sweetness. A wholesome, kindhearted,
good, innocent, cheerful smell. Like he came up and just gently and
sincerely smiled at you and said, "Hi, my name is Gabriel," only he did it
with his butt.

But into the hamper they went, no time to dwell; it was bedtime and Gabriel
was curled up next to me, head on my chest, purring like a kitten while I
stroked his hair and turned down the Disney Channel so he could drift off
tired and happy, my sweet little champ.

I woke up 20 minutes later only to realize Gabriel was snoring peacefully
and I was painfully erect in his presence. It was probably just a mild
piss-boner on my part, but the fact that Gabriel was snuggled up in my neck
breathing deeply and smelling like boy certainly didn't help it go down.

So feeling brave and dirty, and still not being able to shake that pretty
image of Simon, Sam and Eric out of my mind -- I took my son's little hand
and slowly moved it to the top of my cock where it rested, tiny and warm
through the fabric of my sweat pants.

He didn't wake, he didn't move, he didn't even stir. I was completely
getting away with this, which made me even harder. I knew right then I
either had to come right here, or go down the hall and fuck my wife like
she was head cheerleader after the team's first homecoming win.

So, I took my hand on top of Gabriel's, pushed his tiny hand slowly around,
ground it into the hard thickness of my dick, and in about 30 seconds of
just the slightest movement on my part, I shuddered and spasmed as a thick
wad of ejaculate shot out of my fat cock and all over the inside of my
sweat pants. I had effectively moved my son's tiny hand around on my hard
cock until it caused me to orgasm.

But he didn't move. He didn't wake, and I'm sure he never knew. His light
snores continued to fill the darkness of the room. He looked beautiful
there in the dim blue glow of TV light, and I moved his hand back to his
side before the cum seeped through my pants and soiled him.

And that, believe it or not, was the only time I was inappropriate with
Gabriel until this past week, the week after his friends Benny and Ryan
stayed over...a sleeping bag giggle fest until late late into the wee
hours. And "wee" hours is probably the appropriate term, because I'm pretty
sure there was probably some sucking and fucking going on in my little
boy's bedroom.

Benny and Ryan seem unusually close to their dads to me. They were just a
little too huggy and a little too kissy when they got dropped off for the
night, so I have a feeling Gabriel was treated to a fairly detailed
three-way, boy-boy-and-one-more-boy learning experience that evening. I'm
almost certain he was, because the night after they went home again is the
night Gabriel started coming to my bedroom, looking for daddy love.

# # # # # # # # # #

"Shhh, Daddy, we have to be quiet."

He nodded at sleeping Mommy who was blissfully unaware that Daddy was going
to walk down the hall to Gabriel's room, climb into bed with him while she
kept dreaming only three doors away, and Gabriel was about to teach Daddy
what Benny and Ryan taught HIM. It turns out man and boy sex is the gift
that keeps on giving.

The first two nights, Gabriel must have been starting out with the easy
lessons, because from what I could tell, he just wanted to make out with me
while he jacked off his own little penis. By himself. Kind of strange, but
oh well, I let him take the lead.

Plus, it was actually exciting to see what he wanted to do. Just lay back,
let nature take its course and see where a boy will start out, if untutored
by the adult in the room

The kissing part was amazing. It was so exciting to me, feeling his little
tiny tongue prodding into my mouth. He was very much the aggressor
orally. He didn't wait for me to kiss him. He climbed right on top of me,
his naked body warm and little, his tiny cock a steel-hard spike, and he
dry-humped my shirtless tummy while he kissed me and moaned.

Then sliding off to the side, he pulled my head down along with him, still
kissing me, not hesitant or shy at all, just downright baby-frenching me
until he brought himself off to a shivery dry climax pushing my hand away
and insisting on using his own.

Afterwards, I jacked off too, and sprayed his hairless cocklet with my
seed. Then we slept until I realized I should get up and go back to my
room. Back to Mommy. Which I did.

By the third night, when Gabriel started kissing and pushing my hand away
in favor of his own, I really did think, "well, this is no fun," and before
he could get his bearings and call the shots again, I grabbed his little
head and pushed it down on my dick, and after a little coaxing and a few
unsteady hits and misses, he gobbled-up that mushroom head in his little
mouth and started sucking me like he'd been doing it for ages.

I moaned out loud and he reminded me again:

"Daddy, shhh! We have to be quiet."

His whispered warning did nothing to stop my whines and grunts as he
fellated me with gusto. I grabbed his head and guided him down, thinking,
"if you're gonna learn to suck a cock, baby, you might as well learn how to
suck a deep one."

And 24 hours' worth of horny daddy cum sure surprised him. When I shot off
in his little mouth, and believe me, it didn't take me long to do it, I
don't think I've ever seen his eyes go that wide that fast. Cough, gag, a
little "nnnnggg," from way down deep in his throat...like a deer in the
headlights wondering whether to spit or to swallow, he held it in his mouth
for just a second before I saw his gears click into sweet acquiescence and
he quietly gulped and looked at me and smiled.

"Juicy," he giggled. "Just like Ryan said it would be."

"God bless Ryan," I thought in my head, but "Shhh, we have to be quiet," is
what I said out loud.

Then I guided him back down on my cock again to see what else his mouth
could do, and it turns out the second one was even better than the
first. Benny and Ryan were getting Toys-R-Us gift cards the next time they
came over. With a personal thank you card signed by my dick.

On the fourth night, it occurred to me, I might start moving things a
little more in the anal direction. After all, a little boy with a hard
penis is very likely to continue doing stuff until it shoots. Or have stuff
done to him. And a boy who's nervous about him mommy sleeping down the
hall, trying very hard not to move too loudly or speak a single word, is
going to have a very tricky time saying no.

So the fourth night, I threw his legs back over my shoulders, put my face
down into his beautiful earthy-smelling rosebud, and introduced him to a
side of my tongue he'd never met before. In his mouth was one thing, but in
his ass was amazing. I could tell by the way he gasped and shivered and
whispered:

"Daddy, your tongue is in me. Oh, Daddy. I feel it going up in there."

Which of course just made me moan and want to stick it further in.

"That's naughty, Daddy," I heard him gasp quietly. "That's where my poop
comes out."

"Wrong," I whispered. "That's where my cock goes in."

He shivered, imagining.

I rimmed him good, then let my tongue trail up his taint, his tiny sack of
boy marbles, then right across the length of his tangy three-inch stiffy
which tasted like pee and sugar..

I licked his hairless pubis and took his spike-hard cocklet into my mouth,
and as I listened to him whimper, I slid my wet finger deep into his tiny
pucker, and as I pressed steadily up toward the macadamia pleasure-bump of
his immature prostate, he giggled and winced and rewarded me with a
two-squirt insult of boy piss, pungent and salty on my grateful tongue.

It was just an involuntary reflex, those accidental squirts, because
seconds later he was grabbing his head and shivering. Just like the boy in
my dream. Grabbing my head, rabbit-fucking my throat on pure boy instinct,
about to ejaculate and trying to seed it as deep as he possibly can.

"Daddy, unnnggh," he groaned and shivered, his sweet treble fucknotes far
too loud in the dead of the dangerous night.

"Shhhh," I whisper-buzzed with a mouth full of babydick. "We have to be
quiet."

"Oh Daddy, so tickly," he whispered and moaned, as he dry-shiver sparkled
and his ass-cheeks clenched around my knuckle-deep finger fuck.

I was so hot for him that next night, I knew I'd have to fuck him. I'd do
it tonight, but I'd been away too long already. If my wife woke up, she'd
notice me missing. Sighing, I kissed his forehead, then leaned down, kissed
his mouth with tongue, slipped my finger under his tiny nuts and fingered
him a little more.

He moaned.

I said, "Shhhh."

I left him wiggling in his bed and wanting more. From the hallway, I could
see his tiny hand going up and down under the covers, and I knew he was
jacking off. Kids are amazing. One after another after another.

I crept down the hall, slid in naked next to my warm wife and pulled down
her panties.

"Mmmm?" she mumbled, barely coming awake?

"Shhhh," I told her. "We have to be quiet. We don't want to wake up
Gabriel."

I lubed my cock with spit and knowledge. I did this frequently when my wife
was sleeping, and I knew she's be ready. She slept warm and moist
inside. She was almost always wet and ready to lubricate. All it took was a
tiny spit wad or a tip of precum and I'd slide straight inside.

From behind like spoons, I slid my cock deep into her pussy. She moaned and
sighed but never really woke. In twenty slow strokes I was already cumming
deep inside her wet channel, her cunt muscles gripping and milking the wad
that I gave her, the rest of her still fast asleep. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the feel of her nibbling contractions, pretending it was
Gabriel. Pretending my wet hard dick was balls deep in our son.

The next morning, after he left for school, I admired the pile of
disheveled pajamas on the bathroom floor where he'd changed. Little cotton
treasures, still tangled and warm from his body. A shirt unbuttoned and
carelessly dropped. A leg inside out. A pretty pile of hurry on the floor.

"Morning, Daddy," he'd smiled up at me as I'd watched him disrobe from the
bathroom doorway. I had no idea when he'd woken up and put his jammies back
on. When I left him, he was naked and masturbating, the ghost memory of my
long finger still four inches deep up his ass.

I came up and wrapped my arms around him. Ground my hard crotch into his
skinny, naked bottom.

"Daddy!" he whispered, afraid my wife would hear.

I reach down and fingered his tiny penis between my thumb and my
forefinger. It was already hard.

"Cocksuck me," he whispered conspiratorily. "But just a little. Mommy might
hear."

I picked him up and set him on the counter. He giggled because it was cold
on his butt. He spread his legs and I stepped between them. I kissed him
and let my big hands squeeze his tiny shoulders. He opened his mouth to
wrestle with my tongue. He tasted sweet, good and morning-happy, like
little boy and bubble gum toothpaste.

I kneeled down and took his twig in my mouth. It tasted like sweet maple
and stale boy. He grunted upwards and pushed it more firmly into my
mouth. Good boy, I thought. Find your purchase. Ten-years-old and he
already knew how to put one where it goes. Lock and load, baby. Slide it in
place.

I bobbed and down on his sugar-salt babystick – like sucking my thumb, I
thought – same size, same thickness – enjoyed it like breakfast –
a sweet suck of mouth-fuck – a piece of hard candy – a boy's Jolly
Rancher.

I wet a fat finger and dug it up into his rectum. He moaned and wrapped his
arms around my neck, pulling me harder into his quivering cock.

"Give me my sparkles," he whispered, he grunted. "But we have to be quiet."

And we did. We knew it. My wife was right downstairs, rattling breakfast
dishes.

"Guys!" she called up. "Hurry up! Eggs are done!"

With a grunt and a push and a soft, shaky babysqueal, he jammed his
ticklish Nerf dart to the back of my mouth unloaded his feeling in me. Just
the sound of Mommy saying "Hurry up" made him tickle in my mouth. Good boy
I whispered as I pulled my long fuck finger out of his sticky-hot rectum.

"Tonight, this is where Daddy's cock is going in."

He giggled, said, "Shhhh," and scampered off to his room to put on his
school uniform. My cock was already leaking and ready for him, but he had
to get to school.

I looked at his pile of disheveled pajamas, growing even harder at the
sight of such a fast, random disposal of pure boyishness on the floor. Lego
Star Wars characters grinned up at me. "Here's where he'll drop us, horny
and quickly," they seemed to advertise. In the rapid dash for sex, a pile
of clothes goes anywhere. Knowing these came from my ten-year-old son made
their reckless toss-aside even sweeter and sexier.

I picked up his tiny X-Men undies, still damp with his careless post-pee
boy dribbles, and without even realizing what I was doing, instantly
brought them to my mouth, sucking his tiny salt offering, tasting it
euphorically until nothing else remained. I loved his little penis so much,
I wanted everything it created. Every sloppy-hot insult that came out of
it.

I closed the door, smelled the finger that had been in his bottom, let my
hard cock free and ten seconds later, came in the sink.

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Dream-Me looked my Dream-Son in the eye.

"Gabriel?" I mouthed from across the commons, but he just turned back and
giggled with his girlfriends; my preppy little gay boy with the tiny little
dick, already giggling, already telling them about the man who ate his
little spermies in the bathroom stall 15 minutes ago.

GOD, it was a hot dream. Just sexy and wild and vivid as all fuck.

What an exquisite, remarkable, incredible dream. I woke feeling like I'd
honestly done it. My eyes snapped open. And there was Gabriel.

Gabriel for real, like the last four nights. Standing, smiling, holding a
"shhhh" finger to his mouth.

"We have to be quiet," he whispered, nodding toward Mommy, who was sleeping
soundly next to me.

He crooked a finger and beckoned me to his bedroom down the hall.

Where we were about to be very, very quiet for the fifth night in a row.

And I was about to fuck my son.

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"Benny's dad fucks him," he told me casually, before bedtime.

My wife was in the shower. We were talking in our quiet voices.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, making a mental note to friend that guy on Facebook.

"Uh-huh," he nodded quietly. "And Ryan's uncle fucks Ryan."

No wonder these kids came over to our house and giggled behind closed
bedroom doors. They were getting more sex than I was.

Gabriel told me he watched Ryan fuck Benny during their sleepover:

"And his dick went really fast like a choo-choo sound."

God, I got hard when he said that.

"Chh-chh-chh-chh-chh-chh-CHH!" Gabriel said, imitating. "In and out. Really
hard."

"Oh God, baby," I whispered in spite of myself.

"Then Benny and Ryan took turns fucking me," he shrugged simply, like it
was no big deal. "They said it was the best way to loosen me up for your
big fat cock."

My hand was down my pants, already stroking myself.

"Come here," I beckoned, patting my lap.

He came over and straddled me, hugging my neck.

"Who's my little man?" I whispered.

"I am," he giggled.

I liked his little neck and I could taste the salt of his day. He moaned
and wrapped his arms around me tighter.

"Ryan and Benny buttfuck a lot," he whispered hotly in my ear. And then he
said something that made my cock leak and my throat involuntarily growl
even lower:

"They said you can buttfuck them too."

"Yeah?" I shivered.

"Yeah," he promised. "Someday. But me first. They showed me what to do."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded confidently. "You just have to push out like you're
pooping."

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He pushed out all right.

That night, with my wife in bed, and me beckoned back to his room, he
pushed out a lot for me.

"Shhh, Daddy...we have to be quiet..."

After rimming his delicious ass and loosening his tight rubber-band hole
with one long finger, then two, then a kiss, I slowly lubed my straining
erection and invited him to sit on it slowly, take his time, and lower
himself down. There was no need to rush this. And it was incredibly
exciting, watching him, feeling him mount me, inch by straining inch. Like
climbing my mountain. Like conquest. Like pride for him.

He did it with a grimace, and a long happy sigh when it finally bottomed
out inside him.

"Is it all the way in me?" he asked me, wide-eyed and not sure. He probably
hoped there wasn't any more, poor guy.

I nodded.

"See?" he beamed. "I told you I knew how."

"Just let it sit there," I told him. "Get used to it for a minute."

He nodded back and whispered, "It's so big. It's in my tummy."

He began rocking up and down on it, first just slowly, tentatively, not
even moving it in and out of his rump, but then as he got braver and more
aroused, actually sliding up along the full length of it, then impaling
himself back down, slowly at first, then more confidently as he got used to
the feel of a man cock fucking his bottom.

"Nnngg, nnngh," he grunted in rhythm as he fucked himself on my cock.

When I sensed him getting close:

"Nuh-uh, slow down kiddo," I told him, flipping him around on the bed. "Me
first. Then you."

And lining it back up with his sweet open starfish, I pushed my cock back
into him, an inch at a time until I'd bottomed out in his squishy
tunnel. It was hot, wet, and slimy in the best way. Perfectly clean,
fragrant and earthy and I could hear little puffs of air escape his lungs
every time I grunted forward.

"Oh wow," I heard him whisper at one point. Nothing else. Just, "Oh wow."

He jacked himself jerkily, trying to keep up as I deep-fucked his hiney
hole.

A watched a drop of sweat fall off of my forehead and onto his lip. He
licked it and swallowed it.

His hips bucked up, meeting my cock thrusts in mid stroke.

"Fucking you," I whispered. "Gonna cum in your butt, baby."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Is that what you want, baby? You want some cum in your butt now?"

Gabriel just whimpered and nodded his head.

I quickened my pace and made noises in spite of myself. He felt so god
damned hot in there. It was going to be a huge one. I grabbed his skinny
hips lunged upwards and grunted.

"Shhhh," he whimpered. "We have...to be...

"NNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

I pulled him down on my jerking cock, ground into him, and expelled all my
breat as my cum flooded his bowels. He clenched and cried out and covered
his mouth with his hand so he wouldn't wake Mommy.

"Dadeeeeeeeee," he whimpered. "You made me get my pee feelings!"

"Good boy," I whispered, it sliding softly in and out of his jizz-slippery
fuck tube. Getting hard again. Getting ready to fuck him twice in a row.

"Squishy" he giggled. "And I smell me, too."

"Smells good, baby," I assured him. And it honestly did.

And I kissed his little tongue.

And not missing a stroke, I slid it slowly back and forth in the
breathtaking depths of his red-hot rectum, and honest-to-God, I fucked him
again.

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So, that's where we're at, fuck fans, night five and counting.

Benny has his daddy.

Ryan has his uncle.

And Gabriel has me.

But we don't talk about these things in public of course.

We all come here, and late at night, one of us writes it down, and the rest
of us read it, gratefully jacking, hoping to find that next sweet cum spot
that matches our need for the night.

After we do, we're on to the next story, tissues in the wastebasket,
dripping with sweet, sticky cum. Grateful for the authors who do it, but
very rarely sending a note to say thanks. Because hey, they'd do it
anyway. What do they want? A medal?

Thanks for reading this one, friends. I hope it brought you off.

We all have stories like these, and plenty of them.

But you know how it goes, guys. Mommy's still sleeping quietly down the
hallway and I doubt she'd approve of our reading list here. Or the fact
that her baby is smiling in his sleep, ass-stuffed and satisfied, my sticky
jizz leaking slowly out of his butthole and down into his jammies.

We read, we enjoy, we jack off, we move on. And sometimes, if we're really
lucky, life tosses us a Gabriel.

But, shhh. We don't talk about that in public of course.

Nuh-uh. It's secret.

Out in the real world, we have to be quiet.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com

Gabriel's friends Benny and Ryan had their own adventures last year in:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/it-started-with-his-undies/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/giving-ryan-a-drink
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/i-got-jaked