Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 19:48:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Six  pt 6

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 sixth part and whether I should
continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply.

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When He was Six   part 6


    So that's how we tried home style nudism. The chance was not long in
coming thanks to Carol.
    Luc and I were half undressed watching a kid's soccer game when my wife
popped in and sat between us. Luc's heels were propped up on the couch so
his tighty whities gapped, while just my gym shorts and t-shirt covered
me. Sex was not on my mind, but those tanned and beautifully smooth legs
were on the edge of my vision.
    Carol watched the game quietly with us for sometime before I noticed
where her right hand had strayed. She had worked her fingers up into her
son's undies, caressing his little butt. He just continued to watch the
game until she pinched and make him squirm.
    Then the tickling started.
    He loved being tickled. In no time at all his briefs were on the floor
joined by my shorts. We both had boners.
    "Well," said Carol slyly, "looks like my two boys enjoy being naked." I
invited her to join us.
    "Yeah, mom, we can be nudists!"
    "Come here, you little monkey!" I called, pulling him into my arms,
pressing his back against my chest.
    Husband and son watched as mommy slowly discarded each article of
clothing. What a tease: Carol paused after each strip waiting for me to
urge her on. Luc forgot the game, this new one suddenly more interesting,
his whole body wiggling in delight as his mother became more uncovered.
    When mommy got down to her white thong she really put on the tease,
showing us how the garment disappeared between her smooth, luscious
cheeks. My tongue, which knew that spot well, grew very wet.
    Luc and I laughed silly. The thong was flung aside and the tickling
began again. The two of us wrestled playfully, skin against skin, grabbing
and holding, sliding on each other. His fingers played over my abs: they
always fascinated him. My own finger tips, on the other hand, found his
balls, massaging his little guys ever so gently and lovingly. He replied in
kind, a little rougher, holding mine up as if to estimate their size and
weight. Our play became more focused on our boy parts, our breathing
deeper. We sighed like lovers do. I was on my back.
    Carol watched the last shreds of my inhibition disappear. I treated Luc
to a new sensation. I lifted him over my face and settled his ass on to my
tongue, pressing him into me. "Daddy!" he squealed a little shocked,
"that's where the poop is!"
    Yes, honey, I know. And you didn't wipe very well did you? It wasn't
unpleasant. What could be unpleasant about a 6 year old boy's body? We
stayed connected that way for a long time. Luc's movement stopped, his
breathing got heavy, his legs relaxed, allowing me more access into his
little pink and virgin asshole.
    Carol was mesmerized.
    I don't recall how long that lasted or why we stopped, but we did. He
didn't speak, and neither did I. We just knew it was time to
change. Without much trouble I maneuvered our bodies until Luc's face was
near my groin and I had his marvelous little 6 year old cock and balls a
few inches from my lips. Carol seated herself close to us on the carpet
determined not to miss anything we might do. When I grasped the base of my
dick and moved it toward our son's mouth I heard he moan. She made sounds
like those when I got her hot and ready to fuck. I wanted to tell her to
get the camera but decided not to push things too far this first time. How
far our incest adventure would go depended on taking small steps, letting
things develop naturally as much as possible, with a little guidance.
    "Go head, Luc, show mommy how you put daddy's cock in your mouth...show
her how we do `blow job.'
    The boy gently placed his hands over mine and guided my penis onto his
outstretched pink tongue.
    I heard Carol moan again, deeper. She caressed his hair. He took more
into his mouth. He knew by instinct what to do, how to suck as he did when
a newborn. Only now it was his daddy not his mommy to whom he was
attached. His molars were just coming in.
    With a few gentle thrust in our son's mouth I bought myself close to
climax. I warned Luc best I could. Either he didn't hear or didn't
care. Carol said something that sounded like "fuck him" or "cum."
Everything was a jumble of strong sensations as my sperm shot into my son's
mouth. A lot of it. For the second time. With his mother watching. It was
so transgressive and yet felt so right and natural.

    I recovered my senses pretty quickly with Carol there. Now it was my
son's turn to receive pleasure. He had crawled into his mothers arms,
resting quietly. I had him spread his legs wide and ducked down between
them, licked on his boy parts, absolutely enjoying their warmth and
softness and smell.
    "Luc, honey, daddy loves you so much he gives you very special kisses
on your penis, just like you do to his. Isn't that so nice?...so special?"
Carol's voice was husky with sexual arousal.
    "Its my cock, mom. We don't say penis. Everybody at school says `cock,'
even some girls!"
    "Even Eric?"
    "Yeah...everybody...only Miss Jacobs says "penis." I had to laugh at
Eric's insistence on this matter.
    Well, whatever its name I took it into my mouth while his mother held
him lovingly. My finger tips played with his smooth balls gently as my
tongue rubbed the length boy dick.
    He looked so sweet building toward his childish orgasm. Flushed and
angel like, his eyes smiling and his mouth slack. He tensed and went rigid
for a moment, face shut tight, then shuddered his little body to a
climax. That's it baby, cum for daddy, your daddy loves to make you feel so
good! It was his strongest cum so far.

    In all the excitement of licking Luc's ass one of his baby teeth fell
out. We found it when we cleaned up. No more dollar under the pillow like
when I was his age: each time he lost a tooth we took him to his favorite
water park. He was doubly excited: for the sex, and for the trip his tooth
earned.
    Hoisting Luc onto my shoulders I shouted, "Let's take Eric too!"
    "Awesome!...Dad!"
    We were still naked. I could feel his still-hard spike against my neck
as I paraded us around the room. I slid the glass door to the patio open
and stood near it.
    "Daddy!" he squealed, "somebody'll see us!"
    "But we're nudists now Luc, right? just like Eric."
    "Yea..." he said, his thoughts far away.


    We were able to fit in the trip to the park that weekend. Driving with
the kids in the back and Carol's hand on my thigh, my ears perked up when I
heard the word "boner" and lots and lot of giggling from the two. Carol and
I smiled at each other. I made a mental note to ask Eric's father more
about their nudist habits.
    At the park it was pure glee. So much energy packed into such small
lovely bodies! Eric and my son bumped and tumbled into each other often,
perhaps too often. Beside those two there were plenty other beauties to
scope out, ages 9, 10 and 11. Relaxing in the sun I mused on what my son
would look like by age 11. Lankly, yes: because both his parents keep fit
and trim. A mop of hair over the ears, framing his face. Smart and knowing
eyes. A four inch dick. An ass very round and pert filling out snug jeans.
    "What are you thinking?" asked Carol lying next to me in the sun.
    My dick had boned up some along with my thoughts. "Thinking about
Luc...what he'll look like when he's 11."
    "Age 11, huh? Look at them now. By then he'll be irresistible. By then
I bet they'll be fuckin'...him and Eric. Can you picture it? Aren't they
gorgeous? By then, you'll be fucking him too...since he was 9."

    I hoped Carol was right. There was no reason not to believe her.  As
the days and months went by Luc and I continued to enjoy each other. His
skill at sex making grew quickly; he especially enjoyed sucking me off
while I fingered his asshole. He made his pink boy pussy available to me
almost every time I asked for it. No real fucking, but some days, before he
set off for school and me to work, I'd catch him brushing his teeth at the
sink and kneel behind him to lick the little pink jewel between his
cheeks. He always giggled in delight. Or he would come to me at night,
feeling for my daddy dick until it was hard, then jerk me, or suck me, to
orgasm. Sometimes Carol was around, sometimes not. It didn't matter.
    I wanted his ass, wanted to fuck it for real. I was content to wait and
enjoy all the rest of him until he was 9.
    He asked for it when he was 9.
    But that's another story.



end part 6


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

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

Julian Otero Regards,
Julian