Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2016 21:48:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com> Subject: You Can...If You Want Editor: This is a re-edited version of the story. About a dozen errors corrected, some confusion fixed and a little bit of material added. I would appreciate it if you would replace the first version. Thanks very much. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You Can...If You Want Let me know if you like this first part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Be sure to include the title of the story in the subject line. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or @tutanota Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You Can...If You Want Adam, father, 32 Allen, younger brother of Adam, 30 Ethan, age 9, son of Adam "You can fuck him if you want..." Long silence. "He's kinda young..." "Same age we were when we got started." My tone was indifferent, as if it didn't much matter I was pimping my young son, my first born, to my brother. In luxury lounge chairs on the white sand beach we're discussing my son, age 9, who, clad in a bikini Speedo, tight and red, was playing at the water's edge with a group of kids, mostly boys. "How well I remember!" declared my brother with unabashed enthusiasm. "But...Adam...we were both kids." Did he doubt I was serious? After all, how many fathers offer their kid's little pink asshole for screwing? Yes, kids we were...it was wonderful. How young! Like the ones we observed now. Some were building a sand castle others looked for baby crabs; another group splashed giddily knee high in the tropical water. That's where my boy was: he loved the water, the sun, and using his body. My brother sighed. "You broke him in back this winter, right...? Shit! he's the best looking one down there...quite a bod--already." He didn't have to tell me, I knew. My own son gave me hardons. The boys' cries high and thin in the open air rose over the breakers and reached us, awakening sweet memories. "He's gonna be like you...I'm growing a bone over him right now! Shit! His mouth around your cock. ... You fucked him, right?" My brother's voice was lazy and sly and aroused, with an overtone of shock: "A kid that young!" "One of the perks of being married, Allen. You should try it. Get a nice little kid you can cuddle with a night when you put him (her?) to bed." "No, not me, brother...I like cock too much...No marriage! you know that." There were some things my brother could not know, would never know. As we lay side by side, escapees from the northern winter, we let the southern sun loosen our frozen muscles, the opportunity of a two week school break. My brother arranged to join us. The vacation also loosened our libidos. Allen and I fucked and sucked each other since we were nine and eleven, me the older one. Little Allen back then, naked, ass up on his spread knees while I applied Vaseline to his little pink button. It looked so small, but how easily it yielded! I'm divorced and bi, he's gay all the way. Our parents passed on to us an open attitude regarding sex, and a million dollar set a genes. Adam is an agency model: you've seen him on tv in commercials aimed at the young and sexy. Me, my modeling career ran from pre-puberty until about 18 years old. Now, I plan the campaigns and hire lots of handsome young boys and beautiful girls. `You know how much he's looks like you now?" "People tell me all the time." "Me fucking your son--it would be like doing you, Adam! Like when we were kids. You think our parents knew about us?" "I'm sure mom and dad knew; parents know. I'd like to see that Allen, your beautiful hard cock way up his small ass. Yeah, they knew. I'm sure we weren't as sneaky as we believed." "What a perverted dirty daddy!" For a awhile neither of us spoke. We were too busy enjoying pornographic pictures playing in our heads. A slender 18 year old girl in a thong and bare breasts passed us and he didn't look. "We're about the same size. I've been watching his little butt since we got down here... And his sweet mouth." "I know. He told me he felt your eyes all over him. Only if he wants to, Allen. You have my ok, but you have to seduce him." "Of course." Ethan, the object of this talk, came up to us in a rush, skidding to a stop across the warm white sand. Like a sleek panther cub panting from the exertion "We gonna eat soon?!" he demanded, using an imperious tone that made him seem like a spoiled prince. His matted black hair sparkled with sun-glinted droplets, some rolling down his face. His smooth unblemished golden-brown skin seemed flecked in diamonds, but they were only beads of water. His blue eyes were all the more so, the white of them redden by the salt water and excitement. He stood erect, sixty pounds of boy beauty, the roundness of his butt prominent. "Soon," I said regarding the food. The beach always worked up an appetite in him and made him receptive for sexy games. We watched him whip a white towel around his back, slipping it vigorously right and left, then, using the same motion, lower to his ass, caressing those firm round cheeks with the envied terrycloth. Ethan watched us watching him. Then the same towel was pressed to his face, finally rubbing away the snot running from his pert straight nose. He looked to his uncle and then to me. I smiled and nodded for no particular reason. Ethan pulled at the waistband his Speedo and reached inside to adjust something. That task was exaggerated and took a bit of time, the boy aware where our eyes were fixed. Then, before heading back down toward the water, he smiled while cupping his right hand casually under his balls, lifting them slightly. We both watched the flex of his backside as he moved away, the backside he so willingly gave to me now. My brother let out a gentle wolf whistle of appreciation. "What'd you think of that little show?" Allen exhaled a long breath but otherwise was quiet. Then he said firmly, "I want to fuck that little cocktease. I want to put my dick up his tender ass--my nephew! Incest. Your son!" "Is it incest when its just among boys?" "You're joking." In the condo as the sun set behind us magnificently we prepared supper. Ethan was expected any minute after having gone off the beach to a nearby house with friends. "You know, brother," Allen said as he wrestled with the can opener, "your son is a little fucking gold mine." "I think he's interested in modeling....keep up the family tradition, all that." "Yeah, well...what I mean is `special' modeling. You know how well that pays, with very little work or expense involved. And..." Of course I understood immediately. "Look Allen, I won't say the thought hasn't occurred..." "And with another boy or two...right here...in this sexy venue..." He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "Quit it Allen. I know the prices...It's been suggested. Don't get ahead of yourself. If you want to fuck him you got my ok...but I won't help...you have to bed him by yourself. Let's first see how that goes." So I left the door open a crack to a venture in pornography, not really meaning to. I chopped the tomatoes. He shredded lettuce and cheese. The tacos were ready. Allen got behind me, rubbing my ass in a most provocative way. I felt my cock grow from his effort and our talk, and the picture of grown men, strangers, jerking off to images of my son, images of my son sucking cock or being fucked. "Stop Allen...he'll be home any minute..." "Just a little quick suck, Adam" he whispered..."so what if he sees? It'll put him in the right mood for later." I let my brother lower my still damp Speedos. A quick suck would feel good at this moment...and if my son saw...it's not like we hadn't done the same already. Allen dropped to the floor behind me, spread my cheeks and applied his tongue. He loved doing that from when we were little. -0- Let me know if you like this first part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Be sure to include the title of the story in the subject line. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or @tutanota.com Most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: Nifty Stories Archive Donation