Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2016 20:18:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: You Can...If You Want part 4
You Can...If You Want part 4
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You Can...If You Want part 4
Adam, father, 32
Allen, younger brother of Adam, 30
Ethan, age 9, son of Adam
I walked over to Duane's condo with my son. Even on vacation my eye is
always alert for an opportunity. I wanted little Duane in my stable of
models. His handsome sexy body easily qualified him, plus the experience of
supper together told me he would not be difficult to handle. His father, I
suspected, had a large hand in shaping his personality. It remained to be
seen from which parent his sexiness derived.
As we walked along the beach Ethan asked "Dad, is it ok Duane and I did
sex?" That was a strange question since my boy had been raised by me and
his mother that sex was a good and wholesome activity.
"I don't see anything wrong with it, do you?"
Something about it was bothering Ethan. He was so much the well
adjusted kid I rarely ever saw him perplexed over anything in his life.
"Well, you and Uncle Allen are my family...like, that's ok, know what
I mean? Duane's not, and he wants to fuck me." He bent over to pick up a
shell that attracted his attention allowing me to glance at the place his
new friend wanted to enter. I felt a possessive pang: that little asshole
was mine, to be shared only with my brother.
"I mean...like, that's pretty queer isn't it? Boys fucking boys?" He
flung the shell into the surf and looked in my face for a response. I
rested my hand on his bony shoulder.
"You confuse me honey chile. ... Uncle Allen and me, we suck and fuck
each other. Now that's pretty queer, right? And you jumped in bed with us
last night and got fucked...I think we're all boys...so what's the
problem?"
"Nothing, I guess...I'm just asking."
Duane's full name was Duane Robert Hopkins, the father from an
established New England family as wasp as they come; his mother Claire a
beautiful light skinned negro of similar lineage. The boys followed her
into the kitchen to eat while I sat on the veranda with Robert the
father. Over mixed drinks we made the usual chit-chat vacationers do when
they first meet. I tried to steer the talk toward the reason I was there
when the man noticed the book I brought along.
"It's my agency...a view book...and brochures..."
"Yes, Duane told me about your work."
His wife joined us during the next hour as we discussed my work and the
modeling industry, the boys having gone off to their own
adventures. Curious parents, they asked lots of questions and flipped
through the view book several times.
"Duane tells me you work with boys as young as him." I knew what was
going through their heads and I played up to it: vanity. To have their
young son taken up as a model would flatter and certify the image of
themselves. They certainly didn't need the money. Mr. Hopkins owned a new
car dealership, a very successful one. Eventually we made arrangements for
little Duane to have a test portfolio made.
Late that afternoon Ethan returned home and found me stretched out on
the veranda deep into classic rock. He looked stunning, glowing in snug
short cargo shorts and crop top-shirt, bare feet. Nature boy. He sat
opposite me, legs tucked under his butt and signaled for me to remove the
ear buds.
"We did it."
"Tell me all the details."
They explored the condos and found a few empty ones. Around back they
found one with an unlocked door. Inside it was dark and a little creepy but
that made them more excited since they knew what they were going to do. In
a alcove away from the windows Duane told my son to get on his
knees. Duane's dick was an inch bigger than my son's, which excited
Ethan. "He smelled good, dad, like he just washed; it tasted like licorice,
warm and smooth." I started to get hard. My little boy on his boney knees
eating black dick for the first time. "I liked licking his balls too." Oh,
dear. "I did what you do to me sometimes: I worked my middle finger up into
his ass. Jeez, that got him pushing into my mouth, in and out, fast...like
fucking."
"Did he fuck you? You told me he wanted to."
Now Ethan got a little shy and blushed. I said he didn't have to tell
me if he didn't want to, he could keep what he did with his dick, his mouth
and ass private. But no, I could see he just teased me for dramatic effect.
"Yeah, dad, he put his dick in me. But before that he licked my
asshole...like uncle Allen does...he likes to do that and said I should do
it." At this point I opened my arms to him and he lay on me. My son, he
felt so wonderful to hold, to feel his warm skin and breath on me, to feel
the beat of his heart. Just nine summers on this earth, now no longer an
asshole virgin. Ethan felt for my hard cock pressed against his own member.
"Take it out, honey...suck on it. Suck while I picture the two of you
together: his dick up your pretty ass." Was I the only father in the world
to speak this way to his son? I had no moral objection to sex at any age
with anyone so long as all were willing. Why couldn't I raise my child this
way? I must be on the right track: he seemed remarkably free of anxiety and
neurosis thus far. With no resistance whatsoever I kissed his beautiful
face, his eyes, nose and small warm lips and he yielded. He pressed closer
to me to put his lips near my ear.
"I love you daddy...I don't want to go back to mommy... I like it with
you and Uncle Allen." That announcement--really a plea--was made with a
catch in his voice. A cry built in my throat, my eyes filled up and stung.
Slowly I massaged the small of his back then, going lower down for the
roundness, firmness and warmth so erotic, I slipped my finger into the
cleft and discovered even more warmth--the same spot into which his friend
had just put his young cock. My brother was watching.
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