Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 12:13:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Six   part two

When He Was Six  part two

Note: A short time ago I posted six story fragments and asked readers to
pick one or several that I should develop fully. You can see the six here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-half-dozen

Almost all who replied included the one about a young father and his very
young son. Let me know if you like this second part and whether I should
continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply.

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    "Dad, why do you have hair there?"

    We were in the bath again. When Luc heard I was in charge of his bath
again he raced through dinner, even ate all his green beans, rushed
upstairs, then ran naked to the bathroom. That little tight round ass was
cool to the touch when I helped my darling son into the warm
water. Immediately his face took an expectant feature, his eyes slid down
to my groin, silently inviting me, waiting for me. I reached for my belt;
he grinned. Our little game that first time had bonded us enough that
speaking would soon become unnecessary. I was hard already. So was he.

    "Hair? Well, I guess...I don't know...I guess it keeps you warm when
its cold." Speaking of hair, my balls, always snug, hadn't any hair at all
for some reason.

    "So how was school?"

    The usual answer: "ok," but then he went on: "This fat lady came once
and the boys went in one room and the girls another." Carol had mentioned
this to me several weeks ago.

    "What was that about, Luc?" I knew, but wanted him to explain.

    "The lady said if somebody touched us and we didn't want that, we
should tell. First I didn't know what she meant, but then I knew she meant
my wiener—that's a funny name. I like cock, or dick, better!"

    "I know. Me too. So what else did she say?"

    "A lot of stuff. But know what? ...what if, what if I WANT somebody to
touch my cock?"

    Here was a chance I could not let pass. "Well son" I said gravely, "if
you WANT someone to touch you then I think its all right. You don't have to
tell."

    "That's what I think too, Dad!"

    He leaned forward and kissed me. I held his little perfect body and
felt tears sting my eyes. My cock was so hard! My warm hands slid down his
body and around to his ass, one cheek in each of his daddy's palms. He grew
very still, held his breath. I thought it best to wait for a sign, a
reaction one way or another. I was not disappointed, it came right
away. Luc whispered close to my ear... "Daddy, wash me there."

    Those few small words made my dick leak more than it ever had. My
little off spring, already developing a sex life!

    Like before, he stood before me, between my legs, his hands on my
shoulders for balance, while I worked my soapy finger into the spot he
requested. I pressed a little and he giggled.

    "You like that?" Luc nodded the way I'd seem he do when asked if he
wanted more pizza or ice cream, pumping his head up and down.  Slowly, very
carefully, I pressed further. He closed his beautiful bedroom eyes. His
dad's middle finger was in his ass up to the first joint. In my son's
ass. Only six years old, fucking my son symbolically. That tight entrance
was hot and gripped my finger like a rubber band, a preview of how it would
grip my dick. He squeezed a few times, not to expel me, just an involuntary
reply to a brand new sensation.

    A brand new sensation! I called to mind the first time I put my own
finger up my ass. The first time too—I was 10 years old—my friend
Chip put his finger there, then his mighty hard dick. My head grew light
and foggy in remembrance. But I fought the desire to jam my finger all the
way up my boy's rectum, not care if it hurt. I knew, knew once again,
there's a little sadistic aspect in the male when poised on the edge. But
no, I would never do that—never. To hurt a child, that way or any
way. That was beyond any thing I would allow myself.

    Luc made little throaty noises while we were connected, some noises
like he made when pooping out a nice shit, and other noises like when he
greedily finished a delicious drink. He leaned forward and rested his head
on my shoulder with his lips touching my ear. This way we remained for a
long time.



    "Dad, what's `jerk off'? I hear kids say that all the time."

    My finger had left its hiding placed and I had finished washing him.

    "Well, Luc, remember when you said to make a baby the penis goes in the
vagina and stuff comes out?"

    "Mmm. yea?"

    "Well, boys can make sperm come out just by themselves. They rub on
their penis...on their cock."

    "That's what they do in the boys room. How old...how old do you have to
be?"

    "You can do it any age. But to have stuff, sperms, come out— around
twelve, sooner for some boys, later for others." I let this sink in before
I said, "but even if you're too young to make sperms, it can still make you
feel really, really good. All boys do it...some a lot, some not so much."
He looked pensive, pondering the next question.

    "Can you do it? Can you show me?"



end part two



Let me know if you like this second part and whether I should continue. I
will appreciate your comments and will reply.

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com