Date: Thu, 12 May 2016 15:18:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Nine

When He Was Nine


This is about my son Luc at nine years old. I will appreciate your comments
and will reply.  Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com


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When He Was Nine

    "Look, horn dog, he's got a delicious shaped ass. I know it's very
tempting for you... the two of you fucking turns me on too real big. But
I'm still not ok with it. You think he is? Can't you wait until he's 12, or
maybe 11?"
    I had been playing sex games with my son Luc since he was 6. My wife
Carol knew it even approved. Sometimes she watched, making my orgasm all
the more powerful. I wrote about on nifty, in this same section called,
When He Was Six. Did you read it?
    Now that Luc had 9 birthdays behind him I felt he was big enough to
give up his boypussy to me. I had several intense discussions—lets not
call them fights—with Carol about the matter. My pretty son and I had
done just about every thing the past three years except the fucking I most
desired. I wouldn't say I was obsessed by the idea, but pretty close. Well,
it probably was an obsession because I never failed to roam my eye over the
tender buns on any cute kid passing on the street or on television or
movies.
    I felt darling Luc was ready since he was always receptive to that
special attention I paid to his little pink asshole. I loved the way he
wiggled and giggled and spread open wider, inviting my tongue to do it
erotic magic on him! I told him once that his anus was like a rose bud,
which made him giggle. Once he got over the idea that it wasn't dirty I
never had to ask for it. He got used to it pretty fast. Later I discovered
he sometimes put my deodorant there. I tickled him and told him he needn't
bother, he tasted sweet to me just the way he was.  My tongue pressed into
his butt was almost always included in my sex repertoire hoping he would
someday want to do the same to me.
    At his ninth birthday I figured he was ready for the real thing, had
probably been ready for sometime. I fingered fucked him often. I'd
frequently used more than one finger and sometimes three. Three did cause
him some discomfort, not to say pain, but my sweet one didn't complain.
    "Wow, dad. Three!"
    "You liked it?"
    "Not at first, but then, yeah!" His bright eyes told me it was true. He
reached for my fingers: "Let me smell."
    He had an adventurous, curious personality and I'm sure he knew what I
was leading up to. In three years we had bonded so deeply the trust between
was unbreakable: he knew I would not hurt him in any way. "Can you do it
again? I liked the way it feels." But for fucking with my cock I had to
hear him ask for it. That's the way I am.
    My wife Carol was the problem. Whether Luc was old enough now had to be
settled with her first. She still had objections when I told her Luc seemed
ready to have his boy pussy penetrated by his dad.
    "Honey, I've already had three fingers in him. That opens him more than
my cock would."
    "Yeah. But I know how you get when you're hot and ready to
cum... you're wild, you jab me like a wild man...I'm not complaining...I
like it!...But if you do the same to him...make him bleed...then what?"
There was a pause as she mused on what I'd said. "Three fingers? Really?
Did he like it?"
    "It was a workout, but he didn't complain."
    We had several discussions like this, a few of them got tense, but in
the end we made a deal. Carol herself would try somehow to find out if Luc
was interested without asking directly. We didn't want he to feel pressured
And if it did happen she insisted on being nearby to make sure I kept my
self control. She would stop it if our boy said it hurt too much.
    After that, all we needed was the right opportunity, a relaxed time and
place.

    Luc at nine was growing more desirable than ever. Most of the time he
showed a loving attitude toward us even as he grew in confidence and
independence. He spent more time with his bff Eric, a year older, was often
at his house for sleepovers, and had Eric to ours for overnights. To say
this pleased me was an understatement. Eric was quite a beauty, and
sexy. Luc began to model himself after his pal.
    At school he sailed along fine; only at home he could be unreasonable
and bitchy, but those storm clouds passed quickly. All was forgotten by
evening when on the couch he curled up real cozy against me, his feet
tucked under his ass as we watched favorite shows. And at bedtime Luc still
occasionally asked to be read to.
    During one of the sleepovers with Eric at our place I was pretty sure
they the boys were having sex, or at least trying to. I snooped around his
door and pressed my ear against it. Carol was with me. We head nothing at
first, but then Eric's voice mumbled something.
    "Like this...not too hard, softer."
    "Is that the way he does it?" said my son, a lot of curiosity in his
hushed voice. I imagined myself in the room, the room I knew so well, his
baseball pictures on the wall, the clothes on the floor, his dirty uniform,
I pictured his ass upturned for his friend. I moved away from the door to
give Carol a chance. All she heard was Eric saying in his ten year old
pre-pub voice over and over "It feels...sooo...goood."

    Luc, already androgynous, was all boy, but had a feminine side too. He
would show it off to us if we coaxed a little. When he was in the mood he'd
put his hand on his hip, wiggle his ass, sweep us with batting eye lashes
and lisp "do you like my sexy body?" Or he'd dance for us to one of Michael
Jackson's big hits and rub his groin is the most erotic way. Sometimes he
would put a dab of his mother's perfume between his legs, which I didn't
care for but tolerated: I much preferred his own boy smell when I sucked
him off. A few times he requested Carol apply eyeliner and lipstick to his
face. Cute.
     It made us laugh. We saw it as all part of growing and learning and
experimenting and we enjoyed it without putting too much heavy meaning on
it. It was far too early to tell what his final sexual make up would be.
    At 9 he was so much more conscious of the wider world than when we
first started having sex three back. You couldn't mistake him for anything
but male, his slender smooth body 65 pounds and fair features were tempting
to any boy lover. He had certainly turned me into one. At 9 he stood erect
at four and a half feet and he had acquired some male features copied from
older boys: sitting with his legs spread wide, spitting, using "shit" and
"damn" and even "fuck" to underline emotion.
    Following Eric's example he joined our Little League team. This father
is not ashamed to tell you when he slipped into the very snug regulation
baseball pants it caused me to go hard. His ass looked luscious. I made a
mental note to have sex with him dressed in his uniform. Can you picture
him like that on his knees in front of me?
    And it was just around this time that a news story broke about a little
league coach in our area arrested for having sex with several of his star
players. We pointed this out to our boy.
    "You know, Luc, if the coach or one of the other coaches wants to do
sex with you, your mother and I think its not a good idea for you right
now." He wanted to know why. "With us its ok. What we do in our house is
our private business. And its safe. But if other people knew..."
    "Dad, I know. I'm not stupid. Besides...I wouldn't want sex stuff with
them...Coach is kinda old and not too nice anyway." Right.
    "Go put you uniform pants on...I want to see you in them...you look so
sexy..."
    "I know." He went off with instructions not wear a jock underneath.

    That's just how Luc at 9 years lost his anal virginity, when he got his
boypussy opened by his father's hard cock, dressed just like that. When he
reappeared in just the snug pants, socks and sneakers, his smooth torso
bare, the little pink nipples going erect for the first time, his boner
pushing up...well, you get the picture don't you?
    He modeled for me, walking back and forth, turning, rubbing his ass,
looking over his shoulder...planting his feet apart...bending in a crouch
as he would on the playing field. He put on quite a show with his growing
knowledge his body had sex appeal for adult men, a sexy little show for his
father who he knew appreciated and had loved every little inch of his
prepubescent body.
    "You think these fit good?" Luc fishing for compliments.
    "Go show your mother. I think you look fabulous."

    He came back with a big grin on his face. I slid forward on the couch,
clasped my hands behind my head and opened my legs wide. "What did she
say?"
    "She said," and here he paused and blushed, "that I look good enough to
get...you know. In my butt!"
    "Well come hear and sit next to me, you little sex pot." I put my arm
around his slender shoulder. "She's right! Would you like to try it? I
think you're old enough now."
    "In my ass?" said Luc in a small and pensive voice.
    "Where else, champ?"
    "What if it hurts?"
    "Then I'll stop." From his reaction I could see my answer didn't
exactly reassure him. "Luc, I think you're old enough, you're nine. Boys
even younger than you have done it...and liked it." Before I could continue
in my best seductive voice he laid a little bombshell on me!
    "I know!...Eric's father did it to him when he was eight!"
    What? Son of a bitch! Luc's best friend?! Eric's father, my friend
Peter, busted open his own kid's ass! We knew they were nudists and I had
my suspicions about what else they might be. Oh, Carol baby, wait `til you
here this piece of news!
    "Luc, honey, I want the truth, have you and Eric ever played sex
games?"
    He looked away then almost whispered, "Yeah."
    "Its ok. Its more than ok. Its what boys do. But did you tell him about
us?"
    "NO!"
    "No what?" said Carol as she entered the room.
    "Tell her, Luc."
    He was reluctant. Perhaps Eric had sworn his best friend to secrecy and
now Luc felt a little remorse.
    I told my wife. And as I did I drew Luc next to me and began to run my
hands all over him. Carol sat and watched. Luc was always a sensual child,
so responsive, it never took him long to become aroused. Soon he was
feeling for my cock as I played with his firm ass.
    "You know buddy, you make your daddy so happy...ever since you were
six...and now...we can do that...get even more pleasure. If you want."
    "I'll be right here, honey. I won't let daddy hurt you," his mother
said, "We love you. So much."
    He said nothing but his body allowed the answer: there was no tension
whatsoever in his muscles. His face was dreamy and eyes heavy.  I knew it
was time. We hugged for a long time, kissed. I licked his ears and neck,
make little tickling nibbles. I took off his shirt. He unbuckled and peeled
down the white pants.
    "How should I be?" Luc asked so innocently.
    "Lay on the floor, champ, face down." We put a couch pillow under his
slim hips. I undressed.

    So that's how it happened. After patiently waiting and dreaming often
about it, I finally got to fuck my son. He lay across the pillow so
sweetly, the firm globes of his ass tender and shinning in the light of
day.
    "Open up, spread your legs, dear" his mother instructed. She wanted
this as much as I did. What other desires not yet realized lay submerged in
her female libido, not spoken about? She was as perverse as she was
beautiful.
    I knelt behind the boy and leaned into his body. Each cheek received a
dozen of my warm kisses. When that was over I tongue bathed each one,
slobbering on them like a dog. Luc lay quietly, sometimes squeezing himself
together. Nice strong little league athletic boy-buns, so round. My cock
leaked anticipating how well that hard shaft would settle between
them. Carol disappeared for a moment then sat close by with a camera. She
handed me the super slippery lubrication. With some on my boy's asshole and
a lot on me I began to push in.
    Luc sighed then grunted out some words I couldn't understand.  I pushed
more. I had more than seven inches and a large head. The head was wedged
inside him.
    "Its big, dad." That's just what he said when he was 6 as he saw me
erect for the first time.
    His mother couldn't resist agreement: "Yes it is Luc. That's why it
feels so good in me!"
    With several inches in he began to breath heavily. "Tell me Luc..."
His 9 year old ass was being ploughed open by his father's cock. "Tell me
if its ok." Picture it: I made him with the same dick that was in his ass.
    "It hurts," he declared in a small but firm voice. I could feel his
grip tighten as if trying to push me out, feel him push backwards. Carol
took some pictures. Even though I remained still his pain persisted. I
withdrew and we both rested a few minutes. His young face was flushed and
tear stained but calm. He looked me in the eye and we both smiled.
    "You're a beautiful boy, Luc." I heard Carol murmur agreement. "Let's
try it a different way. Roll on your back"
    I had him lift and spread his fine legs as much as possible. His mommy
took another picture.
    In this position my nine year old son Luc got his first fucking from
his loving father. We have the pictures to prove it. Pictures he can show
his own kids someday.
    "This is better" he said quietly as I pumped into him first slowly,
then faster and deeper. All of me. All the way up his ass. "Better" he
grunted many more times. I knew now his virginity was slipping away. That
ass that he sits on at breakfast, sits on at school, that wonderful butt I
see on the ball field would now be open for business.
    "Now..." Now what? "Now..." He tried several times until he could say
the whole sentence: "Now I'm like Eric!"
    "Of course you are, champ! Just like him! He gets fucked by his father
too! They love each other too." My overheated breath said these words close
to his ear.
    Of course I couldn't hold off very long. My cum gathered at the base of
my cock and exploded in a delirium of lust for his smooth slim body. I
pumped the same sperm into him from which—with his mother's help—his
beautiful body was formed. What closer father-son love could there be?

    When it was over he got up and left the room without speaking. Carol
left. All was quiet in the house. Suddenly I was filled with doubt. Had I
done the right thing? Should I have been content with our sex play as it
was, had been for three years? Blow jobs are one thing, but getting fucked,
that's something else. I turned to Carol for help, but she just shrugged
her shoulders. Of course. She was a woman. A woman is supposed to be
penetrated. But a man? A boy? A young boy? I was quiet the rest of the day
thinking these thoughts.
    Luc on the other hand was anything but pensive. Soon he reappeared
washed and dressed and eager. He stuffed a cookie in his mouth and asked ok
to go over to Eric's house.

    That's it. That's how I finally got my wish after dreaming about it,
waiting patiently for three years. Our life continued as before, the sex,
the routine stuff, the boring stuff and the happy and sad stuff, continued
just the same. Only what had changed was now his asshole was mine too.
    Before long a new dream started up.
    Eric.
    That kid, his good looking best friend, ten years old. Wouldn't it be
nice...if?




So, that was Luc at nine years of age. Let me know if you like this and
whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply.

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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