Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 11:34:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Six  - part 3

When He was Six  part 3

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 this one about a young father and his very
young son. Let me know if you like this third part and whether I should
continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply.

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    "So how did the bath go?"
    Carol, again. We were in the car going grocery shopping.
    "Know what he said? He told me about the `fat lady', the one who gave
them that talk about being touched. He asked what if he WANTS to be
touched?"
    "We have a smart kid"
    "Don't we now! I told him if he wants to be touched it would be ok, he
wouldn't need to tell."
    "What'd he say to that."
    "He kissed me."
    "That makes my pussy wet."

    There was so much swirling through my mind the rest of the day. Carol
was giving approval, even maybe unconsciously encouraging me to go
further. I had, of course, heard the phrase "incest is best." Now I was
learning the sweetness behind those words. I wanted to do all kinds of
things with my son. Teach him everything: how to throw a baseball, how to
do math, how to hammer a nail, about football and tennis, everything, teach
him the pleasures of the body and yes, how even to suck his father's cock!
I had to force those last words out of me, but it was the truth of my
desire.
    The question was, how fast to go? How quickly to introduce Luc to
sexual activity? It was a delicate question. I still needed to respect his
tender age and his ability to grasp what was happening. On the other hand,
I could see in him and in my own earlier life, kids naturally absorb and
accept what happens as a matter of fact, the way things are. Its only the
adults who interfere and freak out and fuck things up, probably doing more
harm than any supposed harm by the acts alone.

    That night Carol suggested I do the bath again. Luc of course chimed in
his approval immediately. I smiled and was more than ready. A host of
chores, most of them boring, are necessary to care for young children, but
bath time was one I was very willing now to take over permanently.
    This time we both undressed in his room where his favorite Spiderman
pajamas were laid out, waiting to be filled with his smooth, clean body. We
both walked to the bathroom naked and hard, Luc holding my hand. He didn't
forget the question I'd left unanswered from last night.
    "Dad, show me `jerk off.' Remember? I asked? Please?"
    Yes, darling, you think I could forget that?! I sat him on the bench
and stood by him, my groin very close to his face. I started the
demonstration. Luc's eyes were wide and eager not to miss the smallest
nuance of what was happening. I turned sideways, profile to him, and
reached for lubricant.  "You rub up and down, back and forth. This makes my
fingers slide back and forth real nice, Luc."
    Giggle: "I wondered what that was for!"
    Surely I couldn't be the only father to have instructed his son in
masturbation by actual illustration. I could hear Carol clattering the
dishes as she cleaned up our dinner. I knew she would want to know
everything that happened. I soaked up my son's open admiration for my cock
and body, determined to put on a good show he'd always remember.
    "Can I touch it again?"
    I held myself still, gripping tight at the base while moving it a bit
in his direction. Immediately his hand grasped my cock head, wet with lube
and pre cum. "That feels good Luc, so...good. Rub a little" My libido was
soaring, my breathing heavy, my eyes half closed. This was incredible.
    "Dad, you ok?" he asked, a tone of sweet concern in his question.
    "Luc, this is soooo nice...someday you'll play with your cock like this
too. Promise me you'll let me watch...like you're doing now!"
    As swollen as my cock and libido were I still was aware enough to
notice a shadow on the bathroom door. Luc's back was to it, but I knew it
was Carol.
    So Carol, you want to watch? Does this turn you on? You want to watch
sex between father and young son? I'll let you have a little show.
    "Luc, honey...Do it for me! Grab harder. Move up and up and down...slow
and easy...Yes, baby...Like that...Oh, Luc this is sooo nice...sooo nice,
honey. You're so wonderful."
    "This is jerk-off?"
    "Yes baby," I whispered, "I'm gonna do it to you, too. I'll show
you...everything." He giggled.
    Carol was still at the door. She moved a little to get a better
view. Our eyes met. She was aroused judging by the look on her face. I
hoped she was not jealous now that she was going to have a rival in her own
son.
    Of course, Luc's rubbing was not great, rather hap hazard, not smooth
and rhythmic, but he was just a little kid and would get better because I
was going to give him a lot of opportunity. But my son was serious in his
effort, wanting so much to learn and please me, to make me proud of him. He
knew I was proud of him in many other ways, but this was new territory we
had entered. His novice hand held great promise and led me to
daydream. About his mouth. His ass.
    After a while the darling asked if he was performing the task well.
    "Yes you are honey...keep going...you gonna make me cum...you gonna
make Daddy sperm-out soon... soon, oh... please..."
    He's only six years old, remember. But so sweet and gentle and so
eager. Any father would love to have a boy like this. Carol and I, how did
we deserve such good fortune? Was it in the genes we both gave him? My
wife: I thought I knew my wife well, but as she watched from the door I
suspected there still was plenty to discover about her and her sexual
desires. More good fortune.
    It was with thoughts like these that I suddenly erupted, shot so hard
as if bullets, all over Luc's hand and face. Hot and red faced I let fly
many times, the last and sixth time a little dribble, thick as...as what?
    "Wow oh wow...Dad!...awesome!!" He was truly impressed.
    Luc didn't want to let go even when I told to, and explained the head
of his daddy's dick was so sensitive after a cum. For a little while
neither of us could speak. I drew my arm around his shoulders and held him
close and warm. Carol quietly withdrew and I sat on the edge of the tub to
recover.
    "That's jerk-off, Luc. That's sperm...cum... That's why its called
cuming when it comes out."
    "Oh."
    "Baby, you did it for daddy."
    On the tip of my finger I swiped a little sperm from his face.
    "Sorry it got on you...I couldn't help it." It had run down his face
and he did not seem bothered by it.
    "It's warm!!" he said enthusiastically, making another new discovery.
Then, his little red tip tongue appeared at the edge of his lips and took a
taste. If I still had the slightest doubt about what I was doing with my
little son that spontaneous action dissolved the doubt into the clouds. I
got him in the tub and wiped up the cum spots on the tiles.
    No more sex tonight. Off to bed: I got him into his Spider jammies,
tucked him in, kissed him goodnight. Normally I would leave then. This time
I lay with him spoon fashion on the narrow bed. Soon I could hear his
untroubled steady breathing. And I drifted off too.

    Carol woke me sometime near midnight. In our own bed, she brought some
wine. I was nervously anticipating a confrontation, or something. She had
that look of "we have to talk."
    "I saw it."
    "I know..." A long silence. We sipped the wine.
    "That was so fucking hot." Pause. "I didn't think I married a
pedophile."
    "You didn't."
    "Finger up his ass is pretty convincing to me."
    "I was washing him."
    "Like hell you were. Admit it: you want to fuck him, don't you?"
    "I don't know...he's very young...god! it turns me on!"
    "Me on too, honey...but don't. He's too young...Don't...not for
awhile. You can play other ways."
    "You're a perv, Carol..."
    "Just as much as you, Kevin! Now, daddy, fuck me!...hard...in the ass!"

    In the days following that night we both watched our son carefully for
any signs of unusual mood or behavior. But he remained the same happy kid
as before, happy to go to school, see his friends and have them over, watch
the soccer games, enjoy his food (except green beans) and all the other
normal things kids his age do and like. Carol and I began to make little
disguised comments to each other about Luc's body and bath times.  At the
mall, the three of us browsing, Carol a few times said to me "there's one
you'll like... your type." Of course it went over Luc's head, but Carol was
spot on. A blond boy, maybe seven, with a beautiful slim body, large lips,
pert nose, dark eyes, maybe 45 pounds of unconscious grace. I maneuvered to
catch a glimpse of his ass, each globe of which was visible and quite
tempting. I wished Luc and he could be friends.

    Speaking of his friends...


End Part 3


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

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com