Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:38:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: buttupboi2
Subject: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME   part 1

Warning

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
anatomy and potential sexual acts of boy's discovering his own body and
his sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between an under age
boy and adult males... It contains no truth, partial truth, or half
truth, only fantasy... If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18 do not read it. If such content is illegal where
you live, or you are under 18 years of age, please leave now and read
no further. This story is property of the author only. Please do not
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If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own.

   In my short years I had always lived with my mom. She worked all the time,
and left me, pretty much to figure things out for myself. She would leave money
for me each day, but she wasn't around to know if I bought food with it or what.
She would come home late. Sometimes she would come home with a man, and I
would hear them laughing and making all kinds of noise into the night. But then
each morning, the man would be long gone.

  My mom didn't get me. We yelled at each other, and when I got caught at
school smoking with my best friend, she picked me up @ school and didn't even
say anything.

  I don't know why she left my dad (when I was still in diapers). I don't remember
him, he never came to visit. I just knew him from a picture taken a long time ago.
All I knew was that I missed him.

   A month ago, when my mom and I were having a yelling match I said I wanted
to go live with my dad! She said "how about it?" 5 days later, she came home
and said she had found him! Further she arranged for me to go live with him (for
awhile anyways!). She said she had had enough! "It is your father's turn!"  .... So
now, at age of 14, my life suddenly seemed to be in a total turn around!!!

  I was sleepy from a long day of bus rides going to my dad's town to stay.  I
knew he was a plumber, and had wondered what he looked like now. I stepped
off the bus & there he was! He knew me instantly & I recognized him! He was tall
and big and burly. I reached out my hand. I saw his hand was huge and he had
fat fingers, dirty from his work.  He grabbed me and hugged me tight, one hand
around my back and the other right on my butt. He smelled sweaty and manly, I
was almost swallowed up by his hug and I liked it! I felt relief & a funny feeling of
excitement as my boy dick was doing that embarrassing "hard as wood" thing.
This hug was what I had craved all my life!

As we got into his truck, he started talking about how we had missed sharing all
those  important times in my childhood, but that we would make up for lost time
now. "Your mother told me you were growing up too fast, well not anymore! You
are my Boy! We are in no hurry for you to leave your boyhood yet!" I didn't know
what he meant, but I knew I was loving the thought of finally having a daddy, and
being his boy!

As we rode in my dad's truck to his house (my new house!!), I saw that he had a
cigar half smoked in his ashtray, He picked it up with his dirty hand, winked at
me, and then lit up. I was still having that little boy tenting thing (stronger than
ever!) in my pants, and felt embarrassed as I tried to cover it with my hands. I am
sure I was blushing badd!!

When we got to the house, my daddy carried my duffle bag inside, and then
asked if I had had my bath yet today? His question surprised me as my mom
never cared whether I was clean or not. I told him 'er uh no !?" so, then he took
me up to the bathroom n started running the water in the tub. He told me to strip
out of my clothes, and I started fumbling with my shirt. I noticed there was no
door on the bathroom. I blushed and waited for him to leave the bathroom, but he
just smiled n started to unbutton my pants. He then said again that were going to
make up for lost time and that he was going to begin by giving me my bath, and
make sure I was clean! I just about died from embarrassment! I started whining
that I was almost grown up and didn't need any help! He quickly landed a swat
on my newly bared bottom ordering me into the tub or to expect more attention to
my little boy bottom! ?Little boys need help from their daddies taking their bath!
That's all there is to it!" I jumped immediately into the tub and my daddy started
soaping up the wash cloth.

    He slid the washcloth all over my chest n back, then told me to stand up and
proceeded to rub the cloth all over my bottom and butthole. It felt new and odd
and ticklish, but it also felt good. I instantly got my boy boner back I didn't know
what to do, so I just stayed bent over like that, while my daddy was rubbing my
butthole real thoroughly, telling me ?how important it is to have it all clean back
here?.  Dad told me to bend over further so he could get in there good...

   I was still thinking of how to hide my bath time wood and moved my hands to
quickly cover it. Again there was another swat to my bottom "Don't cover up your
little peepee son! I am going to wash there next!".  I was stunned! Then he told
me to turn around, I was bright red in the face now, as I turned, dad said oh you
are growing up too fast!. He took my boner in his hand (which of course made it
harder!). No one had ever touched it except me and it felt really good having my
daddy touching it scrubbing it fully hardened and he ran his hand through my
sprouts of pubic hair saying "these will have to go! No little boy of mine is going
to pretend he is all grown up with this hair here!". I didn't know what he meant. It
had been embarrassing and scary when hair started growing down there, but I
was used to it now and I liked having it and I liked knowing that I was almost
grown up? But what could I say to my daddy? -This was Daddy's house and
Daddy's rules!?!

Well after the scrub down daddy took the towel and dried me all over,  my boy
boner started going down a little bit. Dad took my clothes threw them in the
wastebasket and said we would get new clothes tomorrow. He then asked if I
had had a B.M. today?( I again turned bright red!!). He asked again giving my
bottom another smack? I came back to my body again enough to answer "Uh Er
No!" So Daddy told me he would fix that. "Come into the bedroom!" I followed him
all bare naked like a puppy dog. He sat on the bed and patted his knee, "Up you
go!" I didn't know what he meant. He pulled me by the wrist to his side then
pushed my body over his knee like he was going to spank my bottom. I struggled
so he swatted my bottom again. "Lay there like a good little boy!" I heard a jar lid
being loosening and next thing I know dad's finger with some vasaline on it was
sliding up my butthole! I squirmed, and tightened my hole which prompted
another spank from daddy, "Hold still boy, and Relax !". I relaxed and his hand
soothed my butt cheeks and helped them to spread open further. As I relaxed,
his finger went up there further, moving around. I asked what was he doing?
"Just lay there and relax! Daddy knows what is good for his little boy!"

  I hung like that, all bare bottomed over a man's knee, that I had only just met 2
hours ago. I was trying to make sense of how weird this fresh new life with my
daddy was turning out to be !. His finger slid out, then 2 fingers went in. I just
snorted in surprise and I noticed I was drooling, and I noticed my boi boner
coming back full force! I lay there over his knee for it seems like a long time when
he pulled his fingers out. Then he shoved something waxy up there, then 2 more.
"Just lay still n wait like a good little boy! It won't be long!" Then out of the corner
of my eye I saw my Dad light up his cigar which he smoked with his hand patting
and soothing my buttcheeks. When the cigar was going good for him, his fingers
went up my butthole again and started moving around in there. "Good Boy! It
won't be long now!"

All of a sudden my butt n stomach started churning and cramping. I knew I had to
get up and sit on the toilet, but daddy held me down "just a minute more!". I
started begging and squirming, which was met with 3 hard spanks from my
daddy's free hand. "Just another minute, son!" Then all of a sudden he let me
scramble to get off him, his fingers still impaling my butthole as I grabbed and
kicked to find the floor "easy now, son!" he said laughing. He managed to keep
his 2 fingers up my butt while I stood up n ran to the toilet. As I sat down daddy's
fingers slid out and I pooped, noisily filling the bowl, and it stank!... Daddy just
chuckled and said "that's my good little boy!". I looked at his fingers all brown with
my poop as he sniffed them and said "what have you been eating my boy?" I just
shuttered and shrugged as another set of logs filled up the bowl? Daddy
soothed my forehead and said how badly I needed that? I sighed because I just
knew what was coming next? I had a hunch my daddy was going to have me
bend over so he could thoroughly wipe my butt all clean?. I was right. Then my
new / real daddy said that things are going to be different for me from now on.
That everything was O.K. because now he was here to take over... He was going
to guide and love and discipline me, so I will grow up right...Yes, we were now
going to make up for lost time...

To Be Continued