Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2016 10:41:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Twelve Chapter 2

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When He Was Twelve part 2


"That's definitely a ten."

"Plus!" I said.

Peter and I were at the gym. We often met there since our schedules were
somewhat the same. We'd known each other since our kids were toddlers, two
young fathers in the playground. Older dudes now at the gym, we both leched
on a 22 year old slender, hot young female.

The ten rating went to a brunette with nice shoulders, a straight back and
seductive walk. I insisted on 10+ because of her supremely beautiful
ass. Peter and I were confirmed "ass men" from way back. His wife and mine
were both tens also, even if early middle aged ones (excuse the brag).

"The female ass if one of god's most beautiful creations," he declared as
we sat post-workout cooling down with fortified water. "You know, Kevin,"
fixing me eye-to-eye to be sure I listened, "the male ass too."

"There's some hot boy butts around here for sure!" was my take up with a
bit too much enthusiasm in my voice. I should tell you Peter himself is a
"ten."

"Yeah, the young ones for sure."

"The younger the better!" I declared with even more enthusiasm. He looked
at me askance as if a he wasn't sure what to make of my remark. He leaned
in close to me and lowered his voice: "Are you telling me something
important, bro?"

A that moment something passed between us, some unspoken but strongly felt
understanding communicated through eye contact alone. I could feel a
stirring between my legs. "Like our boys, that young?" he pressed me, still
eye to eye.

My dick started to grow. A thrill passed down my body knew he felt it
too. I pretended to remain calm.

"I know what you mean!"

"What do I mean?" We grinned, a little embarrassed

"Look, come over. Now...My place is closer."

His wife was a work. With some whiskey to lubricate the talk begun in the
gym we established the fact that both of us loved boy ass more than girl
ass, that we must be, no doubt, pedophiles, and that finally—it took
some time and another drink to get us there—we had both done pedophile
things with...with our sons! And not just recently, but for quite a while!
Time for the plain unvarnished truth to come out between us, pals from way
back.

More bald truth talk. "Shit!" I said, "Eric gives me a hardon every time
he's around. I been wanting to do him a long time. I want to jump on that
ass...lick and fuck it!"

"Why you dirty old man! I know, buddy, and I have done that very dirty
deed! I feel the same way about your son. He's twelve now, right? and soooo
sexy. I had my suspicions...if not you, some other adult got into him. He
has that manner...you know?...some kids, how they pay you more attention
than normal? Linger? Look you in the eye too much. Think everything you do
is great." I knew what he was talking about and could feel the desire
behind my friend's words.

Now it was my turn to take another peel off the onion and reveal
more. "Pete, I'm not surprised. Luc told me he likes you...Likes you a
whole lot! Know what I mean? He wants you to have sex with him. He wants
you to fuck his little hot ass. Like I fuck him. He's too shy to ask."

The was a long pause. The ice tinkled in his glass as he drew a deep
breath. "Jesus! Would you let me?"

My closest buddy? How could I refuse to lend my son to him? He knew what I
wanted in return. Son for son. That's a fair deal, especially since both
were good looking little champs.

Eric's ass. I wanted to fuck my best friend's son, thirteen years old. I
had dreamed about the boy many times. He and my son were jerking off
together and been sucking each other for...how long? I wanted Eric now,
before he grew any older, before he lost the soft, tempting innocent beauty
of his body and manner. Before adolescence set in for good. Of course Peter
agreed.

Now it was just a matter setting it up.



There was a complication. Peter's wife Jane was in the dark about her
husband and her son. They were nudists, had been for years, but as far as
she knew her son Eric's sexual life didn't go beyond "fooling around" with
my son, just normal boy stuff, if she even suspected that much. Peter was
careful to keep it that way. Once again I felt lucky indeed to have a open
and approving wife in Carol. The point is we had to set things up with the
boys as safe as possible from Jane blundering into discovery, and the
unknown consequences that could bring.



So Peter and I rented a mountain cabin upstate, about two hours drive from
home. The kids were excited. We didn't let on about our sexual agenda:
anything that happened had to be as close to natural as possible. We
needn't have worried that point. Our sons were to take care of that.

The rationale for the end-of-school trip was to teach the kids about
archery. Peter dusted off his unused archery equipment and we set out on a
beautiful sunny June day, the fathers as excited as our sons, maybe more
so. In my car my half hard cock was wetting my underwear as it anticipated
what was sure to cum.

Dark by the time we arrived, the place was isolated and romantic. When we
lit the gas lights we all agreed it was just fine even without
electricity—or because of it. That night we turned in and slept with the
soothing sound of mountain water rippling over the creek passing behind
us. I don't know how long the boys remained awake but the low sound of
quiet conversation from their room reached me as I drifted off.



Morning I was the first one up as the sky lightened in what promised to be
another beautiful day—in more ways than one. I made the coffee as
quietly as I could, got the grill ready and mixed the batter for
pancakes. The boys would probably sleep for a few more hours. Peter stirred
and sexily naked went out to piss. He had a firm round small ass with a
deep dark cleft. He resembled the young Alain Delon.

I looked in on the sleepy heads. The sight was astonishing in its
beauty. They had pushed the single beds together. Both were face down and
naked. Luc, my son, slim and tanned and smooth at twelve years old, lay
with his body stretched half upon Eric's gorgeous young adolescent
back. Eric's legs and arms and ass had begun to acquire muscle definition
equal to his 13 years. You could see how he would grow to closely resemble
his attractive father. My son had made a stunning choice for a bedmate and
I commended his excellent taste for the boy as well as the father.

Dark Daydream: I was rooted to spot, coffee mug in my hand, raking in their
loveliness, raping them with my eyes. From the doorway—in my mind—I
buried by nose in each boys arm pit, I licked their toes, tasted their ears
and asshole, shoved my erect long cock hard into them as they squealed in
pain and delight. I had never felt so sexually aroused and aggressive and
ready to dominate as I did at that moment. The images in my head so strong:
I would force Eric to his knees and demand he suck me while I commanded my
son to drop in front of Peter and do the same. Force my cock into Eric
throat. Make him gag. Peter and I would make them fuck each other long and
hard for our selfish delight, not once, not twice, but three times! I would
force Eric's face between the cheeks of this father's athletic ass as my
son finally sucked on my asshole. We wouldn't let them stop until their
virgin tongues brought us off. Cumming was not enough. We would piss on
them, piss in their mouth and demand they piss on us. More. They were told
not to wipe and wash themselves after they shit so as to be all the more
tasty for their adult lovers.

Peter came back into the cabin and broke my revelry. I did not like what
these imaginary scenes revealed about myself. Was there a dark unknown spot
in me capable of hurting for my own pleasure? No, I pushed away those
thoughts, refused them and resolved to deal with them later.

Silently Peter stood next me and together we watched the boys sleep. He was
hard, as I was. I dropped to my knees and tasted the urine on him, sucking
him hard until he quietly came in my mouth.



end part 2



If you liked this part let me know what you liked and whether I should
continue. 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

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