Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 23:13:24 PDT
From: silent killer <kyoushuman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with Dad

Moving In With Dad (mm, Mm, inc, cons)
by kyoushuman@hotmail.com

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of separating fact from fiction, do not read this file. If you incorrectly
believe that fantasies are equal to real acts, do not read this file.


Eric was twelve when his mother moved back to Brazil, forcing him to move
in with his dad, Brad. Aside from the fact that Brad lived on the other
side of town and had an apartment instead of a house, it wasn't too
bad. Eric's dad was much more likely to watch sports with him or go see a
movie, whereas Eric's mom had always been more interested in socializing at
boring parties or going shopping. So it wasn't too much of a bad deal.

Eric still got to see his friends occasionally, even Cary. Mom had caught
him and Cary playing their sex games and had forbidden Eric from ever
seeing Cary again, but Dad didn't know about Cary and Mom had never
mentioned it to Cary's parents. So within a month, Eric had Cary spend the
night at Brad's apartment.

Normally, Brad and Eric shared Brad's big bed, but when Cary spent the
night they slept on the big fold-out couch while Brad slept back in his
bed. As soon as the lights were out and Brad told the boys goodnight, Cary
and Eric reached for each other's crotches.

"You're hard already," Cary whispered.

"So are you," Eric replied.

Cary moved his face closer to Eric's. "Wanna do it?"

Instead of replying, Eric took off his pajama bottoms and, after a pause,
so did Cary. They kicked off the sheets and got into the 69 position,
sucking lovingly at each other's little erect cocks.

Their "sex games" had gotten started last year when Cary had been the new
boy in fifth grade. Eric had taken a liking to him and invited him over to
spend the night, and it was then that Cary had showed him the games.

First they played Truth or Dare, which got them both naked and erect. Eric
was nervous, but he was enjoying this strange new feeling of arousal. Then
Cary said he wanted to show him something and he got down under the covers
and sucked Eric's penis. After a while he came up for air and said it was
Eric's turn.

Eric didn't know what to do. He couldn't even see Cary's dick. He went down
and felt the hard little thing, not much bigger than his, and the tight
little sack underneath. The smell was interesting, and after he licked the
shaft and head a few times, he decided the taste was too. So he put Cary's
penis in his mouth.

It was like having a very warm, stiff finger in your mouth with a curious
flavor. He started sucking hard, and Cary had to instruct him about not
using teeth and moving back and forth. Soon Eric was pretty good at it,
then Cary showed him how to 69 and both boys really enjoyed that.

Cary told Eric that his older brother had showed him how to play the games,
so when Eric spent the night at Cary's house for the first time, he wasn't
surprised when Cary's older brother Terry came into Cary's bedroom and
showed the boys his hard cock. Cary and Eric took turns sucking Terry's
dick, and when Terry ejaculated into Cary's mouth, he made Eric lick up
some of it too. Eric liked that. Then Terry had both boys lay down next to
each other and he took turns sucking each one of their dicks until they
felt really good all over but also really tired. Then he went to his own
bedroom and Cary and Eric lay there in the darkness talking about their
good feelings and hard dicks.

After that, Eric played sex games with Cary a lot (and Terry sometimes)
until Eric and Cary were caught by Eric's mom. She just slammed the door
and then came back later and told Cary to go home, and then later that
night she yanked Eric into her room and gave him a big lecture about bad
touches and sin. But Eric didn't understand, because the touches felt
really good and they didn't hurt anybody, so how could they be wrong?

This was why Eric was so happy to play the sex games with Cary again,
because he loved sucking his friend's penis while Cary sucked his. It was
just so much fun, so easy and pleasurable, that he thought he could do it
forever if that was possible.

Cary got tired before Eric did because he was on the bottom, so they
switched and Cary got on top. Eric liked that too, because he could reach
up and caress his friend's soft buttocks while he sucked his little dick
and balls.

The boys were so engaged in their beloved sex game that they didn't hear
Brad get up and come down the hall. Brad heard the soft slurping sounds and
guessed what was happening. He couldn't see a thing because of the total
darkness, but as his eyes adjusted he could barely make out the pale forms
of his son and his son's friend sucking each other off.

Brad thought it was wonderfully arousing, reminding him as it did of many
similar escapades he had in his own childhood, and he took his hard cock
out and masturbated right there on the spot, trying to be very quiet. The
visual stimulation was more than enough to get Brad going, and soon he was
spurting globs of cum all over his apartment carpet. Then he crept back
down the hall to the bathroom where he had a nice long piss.

The sound of his dad peeing broke through Eric's sexual concentration. He
gently pushed his friend off and sat up in bed, peering down the dark hall,
listening.

"What's wrong? Is that your dad in the bathroom?" Cary whispered,
struggling to find his pajama bottoms.

"Yeah, shhhh," Eric replied.

The toilet flushed and Eric could just barely make out the shape of his dad
moving from bathroom to bedroom. When he heard his father's bedroom door
close, he relaxed and lay back down with Cary.

"Close call ... wanna do it some more?"

"Sure ..."

They embraced, rubbing their hard cocks together.



Two days later, Brad and Eric were sitting on the couch finishing dinner
while watching TV. Brad kept looking sideways at his son, as he had for the
past forty-eight hours after catching his son and Cary having gay sex.

It was hard to believe that Eric was doing that sort of thing, Brad
thought, even though Brad himself had been doing exactly the same thing at
precisely the same age. Brad knew the path that Eric was headed down,
because Brad himself was gay.

Brad had known he was different at the very early age of six, when he was
bathed in a big tub with two other male friends by one of their dads. All
three boys had erections, but Brad was drawn to the bodies of his friends,
continually grabbing at their little boners. After that he was always
scheming to see his friends naked.

It wasn't until he was in fourth grade when other boys in his class started
having girlfriends that he realized that he wasn't just different -- he was
homosexual. He had no interest in girls at all, and he still tried to see
his friends naked. Now he wanted to touch them too.

Brad had many young friends who played sex games with him. There was Leon,
who would trade blowjobs with him, and Gary, who liked to rub his boner
against Brad's boner. There were the twin brothers Henry and Harold, who
liked to form three-way sucking circles with Brad.

But as Brad got older, the number of boys who wanted to fool around with
him diminished. By high school he was completely alone, the only gay kid in
his school as far as he knew. He dared not come out of the closet -- nobody
did, back in those days.

In college Brad found God and decided to make himself heterosexual. That
was how he met Eric's mother, who was more than happy to get married to
this handsome, intelligent young man who was so earnestly devoted to the
Lord. Of course, the very idea of anyone converting their sexual preference
is the purest nonsense, and so Brad soon found himself frequenting the
adult bookstores, getting clandestine sex from anonymous men. He withdrew
from his wife and stopped going to church, falling into a deep
depression. Once the divorce papers were served and he moved out, he felt a
sudden freedom, and on the very first night alone Brad picked up a cute guy
at a local bar, took him home and made love to him for hours.

Now Brad was a dad again with Eric living under his roof. How was he going
to talk to his son about this sort of thing? He hadn't seen Eric for five
years since the divorce, except on occasional weekends and holidays, and
the boy was obviously growing up fast and making his own decisions about
sex.

Brad shook his head as he watched his young son finish eating. He didn't
even know where to start with the sex talk, so he resolved to go to the
public library sometime soon and check out some books on the subject.

He stood and stretched. "Come on sport, let's clean these dishes and then
hit the shower."

"Aw man, do I have to take a shower tonight?"

"You didn't have one for the past two days! Of course you do, stinkbomb."

"I don't stink!"

Brad tousled his son's hair as he scooped up the dishes. "No, but you will
if you don't take a shower tonight. Come on, help with the dishes."



The squeak and hiss of the shower starting reassured Brad that Eric was
doing as he was told. As he dried the last dish, he smiled to himself. Soon
Eric would be past that stage of hating baths and showers. God, he was just
a kid still.

That train of thought reminded Brad about the needed sex talk. He really
needed to talk to his son about that before something happened. Although
what could really happen? If Eric limited himself to his peers, then there
was certainly no risk of contracting disease. Was there an STD epidemic
among preteens? Brad didn't think so, but he made a mental note to check
into it. Also, what if Eric got found out by his friends? The name-calling
and humiliation might crush the boy.

Brad sighed to himself and wiped his hands on his pants, then headed to the
bathroom. I'll take care of it tomorrow, he told himself. I'll go to the
library tomorrow and do all that research.

The bathroom was already full of steam when he entered. Eric was standing
in front of the toilet completely naked, shaking the last drops of urine
from his little hairless penis. Brad was instantly reminded of the dim
scene he had witnessed a few days ago when he found Eric and Cary fooling
around together.

Eric said, "Hi Dad. I started the shower."

"I see," Brad said, nodding, looking around the room. "Well, let's get this
over with. There's a show I want to see on TV in a little while."

Eric slid open the shower door and hopped in as Brad undressed. "Make way
for Daddy!" Brad called as he opened the door and stepped in behind Eric.

Eric turned to look at his dad and found himself nearly face-to-face with
his father's dangling, heavy cock. It was a sight he had seen many times
before, but ever since Cary had spent the night he had not been able to get
sexual thoughts out of his head. He flashed back to the other night when he
had taken Cary's thin, hard, red penis, with its tightly stretched skin and
flared head, into his mouth and sucked on it so lovingly, so gently.

Brad reached for the soap holder and as he did, his hips brushed against
Eric's shoulders, bringing Brad's penis in brief contact with Eric's
cheek. Brad noticed the momentary contact and closed his eyes, trying to
force himself to shake the image from his memory, but it refused to go away
-- it was burned into the screen of his mind.

As his father struggled with confusing feelings, Eric was experiencing a
physical reaction. His little prick swelled up to full erection almost
immediately. Strangely, Eric didn't feel embarrassed. In fact, the
situation was starting to feel more and more natural, as if options were
being removed with each passing second, so that Eric and Brad were moving
inexorably towards a preordained conclusion.

When Brad opened his eyes, he looked down and saw Eric staring back up at
him. Below his son's upturned face he saw the small but proud and impatient
erection pointed upwards towards resolution ...

Brad poured shampoo into his hands and started scrubbing his hair fiercely,
summoning every possible image into his mind: baseball statistics,
overweight nuns, battlefield corpses, geometry homework, his ex-wife. But
nothing did any good -- the powerful, enticing sight of his twelve-year-old
son's pink boner had its inevitable effect. Brad's cock swelled into full
erection.

As he rapidly massaged his scalp, he felt a new, equally vigorous sensation
down in his crotch -- Eric was rubbing his father's cock. Brad's eyes flew
open and he looked down to see his son concentrating on masturbating his
father.

"Eric, what are you doing?" Brad blurted.

Eric pulled his hand away and looked up. "I'm sorry, Dad! I just wanted to
touch it! It's so much bigger ..."

Brad knew that his son was about to say "bigger than Cary's," but he didn't
press for details. Remembering the name of his son's young lover brought a
whole host of unwanted erotic images into his head -- Brad and Cary locked
in their passionate 69, Brad and his childhood friends engaged in sex play.

Suddenly Brad's sense of propriety and caution broke and vanished, as if it
had washed down the drain with the rest of the shower water. He smiled and
put his hand on Eric's shoulder.

"Go ahead, Eric ... you can touch it ..."

Eric gingerly resumed his stroking with a serious expression on his face.

"Mind if I feel yours?" Brad asked, leaning over a bit to grasp his son's
little boner. Eric shook his head as his dad's fingers closed around his
thin shaft.

Father and son masturbated each other in the shower for several silent
minutes. When Eric tentatively kissed the tip of his father's penis, Brad
gasped and stood upright.

"You can suck it if you want," Brad gasped.

Eric did just that, taking his father's cock into his mouth as much as he
could. The boy managed to fit three inches of Brad's six-inch cock into his
mouth before he had to pull away. Brad held Eric's shoulders tightly and
rocked his hips back and forth, driving his hard cock in and out of his
son's mouth.

Brad was starting to get short of breath, so he cut off the shower and
pulled himself away from his son. Eric looked up at him, curious and
nervous, wondering if he might be in trouble even though his dad had told
him to suck it.

"Let's go to bed," Brad said. "I want to do the stuff that you and Cary
do."

Despite the circumstances, Eric shrank back from his father. "You know
about that?"

"I saw you doing it the other night. It's OK ... I used to do that stuff
too. I still do."

"Really?"

"We have a lot to talk about, Eric ... come on, let's dry off and go to
bed."

Brad stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels. When Eric came out,
Brad tossed a towel at him. Both males dried themselves off rapidly, using
harsh movements, trying to hurry, but by the time they were done their
erections were gone anyway.

In bed, Brad had Eric cuddle up against him with his shapely little
buttocks pressed against Brad's cock. This got both of them hard in no time
at all. Brad reached down and played with his son's cock as they talked.

Brad told Eric everything -- how he liked to play sex games as a boy, how
he learned he was gay, the sham of his marriage, and the happiness he had
found with other men since his divorce. In return, Eric told his dad
everything -- how he loved to suck Cary and Terry.

"Remember what I said in the shower? I want to do what you and Cary did,"
Brad said softly. "It's called 69."

"That's what Terry called it," Eric replied as he climbed on top of his
dad. "I like it."

Brad moaned as he pulled his son's hard little prick into his mouth and
sucked deeply. The joy of having Eric's preteen penis in his mouth was
nothing compared to the sensation of Eric taking Brad's cock between his
lips.

Soon both of them were completely wrapped up in each other. Their universe
had completely contracted to include only the other, as their cocks pumped
in unison back and forth out of the other's mouth. They were a ring of
flesh pistoning and throbbing together, pleasure cycling through their
bodies, love warming their still-damp bodies as they sucked with abandon.

Before Brad ejaculated, he warned Eric to watch out, but Eric had drank
Terry's sperm many times and was ready and willing to eat his dad's cum. As
Brad shot, Eric swallowed, gulping down the generous load over and over
again until Brad was emptied and Eric was satisfied.

Eric rolled off of his dad and the two of them embraced.

"You can't cum yet?" Brad asked after a few minutes.

"No ... Terry says I'll be able to soon."

"He's right. I hope it's with me."

"Me too, Dad."

"I love you, Eric. More than anything."

"I know. I love you too, Dad."


THE END.