Date: Mon, 23 May 2016 01:07:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Twelve

This is about my son Luc at age twelve. I will appreciate your comments and
will reply.

I wrote about Luc twice before in this same section called: When He Was
Six, and When He Was Nine.

I hope you read both.
Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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When He Was Twelve   part one


By the time he was 12 years old my son Luc and I'd been sucking each other
for six years, and for 3 years I been fucking his ass, not to mention
licking that delightful part, one or two times a week. It would have been
more often but for his best pal Eric taking up Luc's time having their own
fun with each other's body. Since they were 9 and 10 years old,
respectively.

After three years of screwing my son he'd become quite a skilled little
bottom boy. Despite obvious hints on my part he had not yet fucked
me. Patiently I waited for the right time At 12 his cock measured more than
five inches and would feel pretty good in me. When I was around his age I'd
been butt fucked by a bud one or twice, and I'd done the same to my
friend. Nothing since then.  Now to have my son's cock in me was a goal I
needed. But Luc never even suggested it.

Was what I wanted too "homosexual" for him? It seemed to his mind getting
penetrated by me was not gay, something different having to do with father
and son. But him fucking me? Well, I didn't know his reasoning about
that. Luc by age 12 was well aware of men loving men, was all for gay
rights and gay marriage, knew that many men in public life were gay. He
even had read one or two classic gay novels. But he kept what we did
separate from all that. Moreover, we knew his best friend Eric was in the
same kind of sexual relationship with his own father. Luc was supposed keep
it secret but blurted out excitedly the first time I screwed his sweet ass,
three years ago.

All that was about to change.

"Dad, can I ask you a question and promise not to get mad?"

"Sure..."

"Dad, are you a homosexual...do you think of yourself like that...like,
queer?" he asked me while were driving up to visit my mother. The car was
always a great place for father-son talk, especially this kind.

"Why do you ask...?"

"Well, I mean on the outside you're not...you're not like that and all...I
mean on the inside...inside, do you FEEL like you're gay?"

For a minute I pondered this. Would a yes answer damage his image of me?
Would having "a faggot" for a father hurt his own ego? In the world I was
"straight" and had all the credibility of straight. What was on his mind?

Maybe he was he really asking about himself. My boy growing up! Trying to
figure out the world. Appearances can deceive and be so important at his
age. Don't judge a book by its cover and people judge all the time. All
that stuff. It can all be so confusing when young.

 "Luc, I thought about this a lot... before you came along even. I think
everyone is part straight and part gay...for some the straight is greater,
for others the gay is."

There was silence in the car for a long time and my thoughts wandered off
in a different direction—to tire pressure. He snapped me back to the
present when he finally spoke again.

"Dad...I feel it inside all the time...I feel gay...Eric gets me hard just
being near him. I'm always thinking about him. And its not just
Eric...other boys too...I want to kiss them...and, you know, fuck around
and all. And..." here stopped and struggled with how to say the next
sentence: "Eric's father..."

"Peter?"

"I want him to fuck me Dad, just the way you do me!"

Now that was a blast I didn't expect! But immediately I thought well, why
not?

"Do you love Eric?"

"Yes, I think so..."

"Let's say you do. You love Eric...Eric and his father, they have sex and
love each other, just like us. I think its natural for you to have sex
feelings for his father too...maybe even love him a little?"

He fixed me with his beautiful dark eyes. "So does that mean I have to have
sex with him?"

"No, of course not. But at your age love often means sex, makes you want to
have sex. That's all I'm saying." I reached over and put my hand between
his legs. The faded jeans were warm and bulged with his hard cock. I was
surprised talk of Eric and his father made my son hard so quickly. He
sighed and opened his legs wider. I massaged him gently.  Luc's eyelids
closed and he breathed harder, moaned a little, ready for more. My own cock
grew in the tight confines of the thong I wore.

"I'm glad you like Peter. Maybe we can get together." This suggestion
brought forth a whimper and low grow. "What say we do a quick suck job
before grandmas?"

Luc's fingers were on my zipper immediately. To drive and get my hard dick
into his mouth at the same time was not easy. Forget about cell phones and
driving. Fucking my son's mouth and driving is quite an accomplishment. We
managed. I held his head on me while I came, strongly. Only my son could
bring me off so strongly and completely. I loved the feeling and the smell.

When I let him up his face was red and shiny, his lips decorated with some
bubbles of his daddy's cum. I pulled him toward me and kissed those bubbles
away.

"Let me do you Luc...I need you in my mouth. Besides, you can't go to
grandma's with a hardon all afternoon!"

I pulled off onto a side street and drove around a minute until we stopped
in a partly secluded spot. He already had his pretty dick out jerking, his
pants half way down his smooth creamy thighs. Oh, if grandma could see us
now!

The new scent, new for more than a year, greeted me as I went down on that
sweet boy. At 6 years he was a seedling, at 9 a sprout, and now at 12 he
developed the aroma of a colt. The testosterone coursing in his body
enlarged his balls, made his sweat just a bit musky, established a dozen or
so silky hairs at home base. I was intoxicated. Each day he was becoming
more like me.

"Spread wide honey, I want to get under your balls first."

"I always like that..."  Luc had lost his charming childhood shyness and
was more assertive in what he wanted from me. "Lick my asshole too, Daddy."
He knows how much pleasure we both get from that. We repositioned with my
kid on his knees leaning over the backrest. All that young flesh was silky
smooth and tanned all over: we had been going to nudist resorts for
years. Spreading himself with his palms, he invited my tongue to do its
wonderful dance at his anus...no, boypussy he liked me to call it that. How
far we had come since he was a shy little boy of 6 struggling to learn
about is body, and mine!

Time was short plus we were in a vulnerable place so I worked at maximum
speed. I kept my tongue in place while gently tugging on his smooth balls.

"Oh daddy...oh dad...oh...eat me..."

Yes I will honey. You're beginning to sound so slutty. Turns me on big
time.

Presently he warned me, "I'm gonna...cum... Cum...on...oh, oh..." I flipped
him over and covered that 12 year cock with my shitty smelling lips. It was
a strong cum...tasty...sweet. Not too much volume, but very strong. Strong,
the same strong way he throws from shortstop to first base. I let the warm
sperm offering slide down my throat. Enough sperm to inseminate all the
girls in his school. They found him attractive but he ignored them. Some
day I would loose him to a girl...or maybe a boy. No matter; just as long
as he made a good choice and was happy.

It could well be a boy the way he and his pal Eric were joined at the
hip. In the meantime there was Eric's father, my friend Peter, to consider.



end part one.



Let me know if you want to read more. Tell me what you like best so far. I
will respond.

Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com


Regards,
Julian