Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2016 17:16:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com> Subject: When He Was Twevle part 3 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 Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. When He Was Twelve part 3 The day warmed up quickly without any sign of life from our lazy ass sons. At eleven o'clock Peter and I attacked them with a mammoth tickling orgy. They screamed and giggled and cursed and fought us, but not so seriously as to escape. Their smooth arms and legs flailed. They were quick but we were strong. Soon large and small hands were roaming into nooks and crannies, into warm folds and hot clefts. I felt Eric's hands in my groin a few times while my son busily sucked his neck. Peter, in one smooth action, pinned my son down and humped on his pubescent beauty. Needless to say we all had erections, very intense ones. It was as if I was fifteen again rough housing away the excess energy of fresh teenage hormones. Eric and Luc pleaded for mercy on grounds they needed to use the outhouse, risking a mess if not let go. When they got back we had a heavy breakfast. It felt so good the four of us naked together, talking, laughing, teasing, pigging out on eggs, sausage, pancakes, orange juice and lots of boy flesh eye candy. Just guys, males by themselves, away from all the rules and restrictions of our regular lives. We openly admired each other and for the first time I could, without making either of us uncomfortable, feast on the star quality of my buddy Peter's physical attributes. He aroused me. On the other hand, in Eric I could see what my son could become in a year or two. Sitting with his legs spread, his long cock half hard, Eric knew how attractive he was, putting on a little show for me, the only one present he'd not had sex with. I'm sure he saw reflected in his father the handsome man he himself would become, a sultry male with balls fat with sperm ready to screw anything willing, male or female. Though only a year older than my son his blatant sexuality made me a little inhibited. He knew how to practice the fundamentals of seduction: sideways glances with bedroom eyes, moist parted lips, tousled hair, peek-a-boo tip tongue, he had all these signifiers well in advance of my son, his adoring pupil. That father and son pair had a dimension to their relationship that seemed much more homosexual-erotic than mine with my son. Much as I wanted to throw Eric down and fuck his tempting ass there was still some shyness on my part despite the strong sexual tension filling the cabin. With his father in the room I wanted a sign that it was ok to take his son. Then the tickling started again, this time with wide-awake full-belly energy, a tickling orgy that soon transformed into a sexual orgy. We were soon entangled in a pig-pile of arms and legs and hands and cocks. When I found my face up against a smooth pair of balls I savored their scent, licked and tasted those pretty round guys much to their owner's noisy delight. They belonged to my own son, but then Peter's large and pungent nuts got the same attention from me. Meantime, Eric became occupied with my ass by inserting his fingers in me and licking around that area. The other two dragged the mattresses from the small room to the center of our sex circle. I got out the tubes of super slippery lubricant I brought, instructing Luc to apply some to his best friends ass then some to me. Peter got the pillows and placed them under his son's hips. That was all the permission I needed. "Eric, he's going to fuck you. You ok with that?" My dear close buddy Peter! Can friends get any closer than lending their sons to each other for such a beautiful perverted purpose? "Luc does me... you too...except he's big. Will you make him stop if it hurts?" I thought Eric was being a little coy having taken his father up the ass since he was eight, and his father was as large as me. "Don't worry honey," I told the boy, "I'll stop if you want and we'll watch your dad fuck Luc." Those words made my groin tight and might have seemed a challenge, for with no further hesitation, Eric got on his hands and knees settled on the pillows and raised his ass high. "Isn't that a lovely boyspussy? I own that ass!" Peter growled. "Go for it, Mister Spencer!" "Good enough to lick all day and all night" was they way I considered it. "I've done that!" my son shouted. "You'll get your chance little whore...as much as you want. That's why we brought you two up here. Maybe we'll even do some archery." "But you already have plenty of practice getting our arrows into your sweet targets!" Our sons looked at each other and giggled. Eric turned his head toward me an swiped his tongue and lowered his eyes. "Fuck me Mr. Spencer. You're the first man to fuck me beside my dad." This kid was already a shota! I saw no need for further talk and pushed the blunt head of my dick against the boy's asshole. He sighed very contentedly when I pushed further. "See Eric, I told you they wanted to do sex with us!" Yes indeed we do. Eric's ass opened easily to admit my cock head and I paused there to enjoy the sensation as long as I could. Boy ass, strange boy ass. First time with a kid other than my son. Basically it was the same as my son's, but different. How different I can't say. Maybe a bit looser, hard to tell. But Eric, once I got further into him, knew how to use his anal muscle to pump on me, to like suck me off with his asshole. Luc didn't do that. I would teach him. Eric under me felt like a little boy prostitute, well experienced at serving adult men. The other two sat close to us so as to miss nothing. They were conspirators in the real meaning of the word, breathing hot breath close to the action, participating fully with their lust and hot words. I started to plunge into Eric harder and deeper to gauge how much he could take. "You father...does he fuck you like that, Luc?" whispered Peter. He had moved behind my son and pressed up against him, fondling his pretty cock. All my son could do was moan and croak out sounds of pubescent lust. Watch me son, watch me fuck your best friend, your pal from when you both toddled around the playground chasing each other. Three years old. I keep repeating that to myself in the dark red haze of my mind, "three years old... three years old... three years old"...until... Until, fully inserted into Eric's pussy I came so hard it hurt...shot my cum so hard...a record breaking, ball busting cum while the whore-princeling under me whimpered and struggled and pushed up and back into me. I was drained and satisfied. Far better than I imagined it would be. The boy took it like a man. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a long time. Gradually my pounding heart and breathing slowed to a normal rhythm. Soon Eric got up, moving like a cat: his limbs, the sinew and muscle working in perfect harmony, his messy hair and sweaty face evidence of what I'd put him through. Over his shoulder he glanced at me and smiled. Right there I realized how chained down I'd become by life's demands, that I could not, because of the binds of responsibility, take away this beautiful whore princeling to some faraway dreamland and make him my sex slave, worship him forever. I was punch drunk and silly as if I'd had way too many martinis. That tiny smile did that to me. Fool I was, I could die for the longing I suddenly felt. And I think the boy knew it the way he smirked before turning away. end part 3 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 Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue.