Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 11:05:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: When He Was Twelve  part 4

When He Was Twelve part 4


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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This is the last I'll be writing about my son Luc. The fathers and sons
group sex I describe here was sort of the high point of our sexual
adventures together. My son and I did continue our loving, but gradually
tapered off because Luc naturally found others to play with. I wasn't
unhappy: it was inevitable, he had to grow up.



In that cabin, when you add it up, we established six intimate
relationships, a half dozen beautiful male-to-male sexual love pairings. I
hadn't considered sex with another male my age until now, but with Peter it
was so easy to. He was in the same love relationship with his son as I with
mine; he was handsome; very physically attractive; my best friend over many
years and I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth.

About an hour after my tryst with Eric I suggested the boys show us how
they had sex together. Peter returned from a walk in time to sit with me on
the couch, two proud fathers ready to observe a boy of twelve and a boy
thirteen enjoy each other sexually. They shyly told us having an audience
was a new experience, having their fathers' eyes on them would be way
beyond cool.

Peter reached wrapped his fingers around my cock and told them to do a good
job and maybe they would get to watch us in return.

"You two are sooo sexy," I cooed, my voice packed with arousal, my cock
making itself ready again. I whispered to Peter we should use the camera. A
short time ago I had fucked my best friend's son, ending in the strongest
orgasm of my life. Now just the sight of our boys before me was enough to
rouse me again, fit young middle aged man that I was. Peter took several
pictures. He was already fully erect.

 The boys started with open mouth kissing, slippery wet tongues fucking in
and out, first slowly, then hot and fast. As their energy increased they
engaged in a sort of wrestling, each trying to bend the other down toward
the mattress. Eventually my son wound up on his back, arms pinned to his
sides with Eric on top dribbling long strands of saliva into Luc's open
mouth opened wide in blatant surrender. I liked seeing my son like
that. Through all that was to follow Eric, larger and stronger, was to
dominate the action.

They snuggled head to head, embraced and rocked to left, then right. Eric
kissed my son's lips, his eyes, nose, then sucked on his ear lobe, gently
bit his cheek and neck. "You taste so good, Luc... You're the boy I want
for... want for breakfast!...for all day!..." This little adolescent
boy-to-boy pillow talk was surprising and amusing to hear.

"Eat him up honey," said his father, who took another picture.

"Daddy," Eric asked, "remember that rabbit when I was five? He was so
soft...Luc's my rabbit now!...A rabbit..."

"A rabbit you can suck on and fuck!" I cut in. "Fuck my son, Eric...I want
to see it...your hard cock up his tight ass!"

"I will Mister Spencer, I will. He loves that!"

Eric's dick was ready for action, hard, straight and rampant—
beautiful. I put some jell on it and on my son's warm and waiting
asshole. Luc moved from under Eric and turned face down, spreading his legs
wide, that very round firm ass I knew well up and receptive. "Do it
now...dude! I'm ready. Now!"

Eric hunched over my son and nibbled on his ear while pushing in
slowly. How many times had they done this?  I took the camera from Peter
just at the moment of contact and squeezed off a few pictures. Shit, this
was so erotic to watch, so primitive and earthy and right feeling. It's as
if we had been doing this all along, this coupling so natural feeling. And
come to think of it, we had. In the most remote ancient part of our
reptilian brain we are wired for joining. It didn't matter boy or girl, man
or woman, we were wired to fuck. Take away all the social barriers crap and
this is what it comes down to: fucking, even with our own children.

It didn't take long for all of Eric's warm cock to work fully into my
son. Their grunts and groans of love were musical sounds blending with that
of birds gathering in nearby trees because they knew the universal act was
underway. I moved closer and reclined next to the young lovers. "Daddy"
murmured Luc, and reached out to me. We held hands as the deed of love
continued. Their joined bodies radiated musky warmth and charged the air
with an electrical energy we all could feel. There was no inhibition in
them or their fathers. Tender and crude words were exchanged.

"Take a picture now!" hissed Eric hovering over his friend's ass, his dick
withdrawn almost completely. Yes, do that Peter, I want to remember how
Eric worked over my son hard and long. Click!

"Fuck his pussy, Eric. Make him feel it tomorrow morning still.". Oh, how
lovely this was, us all together, all our normally buttoned up desires now
out in the open. When our kids sat next to each other in school did their
teachers have any idea? My own ass pulsed in excitement.

"Luc, you look beautiful with my son's cock in you" Peter declared, "we can
do this a lot... Would you like that?" From my son's lips we barely heard a
small "yes." Luc's face was red and sweaty and turned toward me. As he got
fucked by his friend we gazed at each other as if in a trance, his eyes
wide and pupils empty, our fingers intertwined. "I love you baby...I love
you so much, love we are doing this together." So we remained while Eric
continued to thrust. Then Luc insisted on a change of position for more
pictures.

On his back now, legs folded almost up to his shoulders, he presented his
open ass for more effective penetration. In this position he invited Peter
to share with his son. Almost pleading, he asked his best friend's father
to penetrate him. "Do me Mister Hayes... ok?...please?" Peter was hot and
ready but held back and teased. "Me, honey? Why you want me? Eric and your
Dad not enough?"

Then my son said something that made me toes curl. "I love Eric...you made
him with your penis...I want to feel it in inside me...your dick...your cum
in me!" Peter looked at me and smiled. I nodded approval.

"Ok, champ. You'll feel it...I'll make sure of that!" Peter was thrilled to
have a new boy to screw up the ass.

The insertion was easy because the face-to-face position made it so and Luc
had just been opened by the son. Now, as the father pushed into him both
emitted deep long groans. They had passed beyond coherent words into
primitive sounds matching the primitive act. Again I witnessed someone
other than me, this time another adult, loving my offspring. It was amazing
and unbelievably arousing. I took more pictures.

My gaze did not leave my son's face even when Eric slid up to me to nuzzle
my neck, lick my arm pit, kiss and suck on both my erect nipples, finally
engulfing my cock as deeply as possible. With both hands on his head I
pushed him down even more, forcing a gag reflex. The boy was quite
accustomed to adult cock. As if in response his daddy fucked my son with
more determination. Luc loved it: those slender legs wrapped around the
man's back, each deep thrust moving my boy up the mattress an inch. Young
male pussy drilled by a handsome mature man. He was in ecstasy, intoxicated
on the drug of sex. Luc's keening, the unmistakable bliss showing on his
face confirmed my suspicion: my son's deepest desire was for adult men.

Wishing to prolong his enjoyment Peter slowed his pace to snail speed.
From their bodies the funky odor of cock and ass wafted up when he held
himself out almost completely, then slowly descended again. Amazed by the
man's self control, I couldn't make it last that way. To me a young boy's
tight ass aroused so intense animal desire it had to be ploughed quickly
for me to gain release from unbearable tension that divine aperture caused.



 Eventually my buddy brought my boy up the mountain; neither could not last
much longer. With his mouth still working my cock thirteen year old Eric
lifted my balls, while a finger of his other hand probed my asshole. How
delightful ass play was part of his sexual vocabulary no doubt taught to
him by his father.  That anal stimulation brought me off. I shuddered and
twisted into him touching the boy's throat. He drained me so well, not
loosing even a drop.

The action next to us continued. When Eric recovered I told him to take
more pictures. His father and my son were approaching climax slowly. "Fuck
him daddy...fuck that boy ass..." he exclaimed, "I'll lick his ass when
you're done!" He did, and we have pictures of it. My cum was not enough for
him. He needed his father's too.

Finally, Peter could not wait any longer. A few powerful thrusts and he
released into my son's ass, their faces red and sweaty and squeezed up
small, seeing nothing, only feeling. My own asshole contracted in
sympathy. It was exquisite. When they finally separated Eric kept his
promise and turned his boyfriend onto his stomach, comfortably licking what
he could get of his daddy's hot sperm.



Now, what happen in the next bunch of hours is hard for me to describe
because the intensity of this kind of sex had put me in a weird state of
consciousness, a sort of dreamy mellow trance that took most of the day
fade away. I do remember a lot of tender caresses, lots of kisses and
fondling and licking, rubbing all the erogenous zones and a feast of naked
boy eye candy. I had never been so high on sex, the fact that it was boy
sex, had a lot to do with it.

That last night the four of us slept close together among the gathered
pillows and blankets, arms and legs twined, face and lips near, trading
body warmth, smell, nuzzling into each other in the cool mountain
darkness. I was happy beyond telling that Luc and I had found another
father and son with which to share our bodies and love.



The third day was much like the second only more normal in tempo. We
approached our sex like it was a special meal to be savored and consumed
and taken slowly, every bit well chewed over and swallowed. On the fourth
day we actually did some archery so as not to make liars of ourselves.

Then in the late afternoon it was time to go. The car was packed up, the
cabin put back in order.

As I walked away with my son he was not ashamed to take my hand even though
he was almost officially a teenager. By now he had grown up to my shoulder.
I glanced down to see his face upturned to mine, a face radiating the most
heart warming expression of utter, unqualified admiration.
Admiration—just like when he was six and saw me erect for the first
time. At that moment I knew that admiration would remain forever, knew for
certain that no matter what life held for us, what future trials and
difficulties or joys lay ahead, the two of us would always be united,
sealed first by our shared blood then sealed again by the unbreakable
sexual bond we had forged.

end


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. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html