Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 11:08:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sins of His Father' (t/t,m/t,oral,shave,humil)

                           Sins of His Father

     Timothy Ritter is a thirteen year old boy who lives next door to
me.  Karl, his father, was given custody of him when his mother failed
to show for their divorce hearing last week.   Timothy is a mother's
boy, something his burly, blue-collar Dad had given up trying to
change.  Karl is ashamed.  His sensitive, loving son prefers playing
the piano to participating in sports.  Karl's job as a trucker kept
him away, often weeks at a time, causing him to be absent during his
son's formative years.  For all intents and purposes the two of them
are strangers.

     His father and I became best friends in high school even though
he was a junior when I was only a freshman.   Both of us wound up
lettering in football, baseball and basketball.  We lost touch after
Karl graduated highschool and took a job with a trucking company.  I
went on to college where I met my future wife, married and settled
down to life in the suburbs.   My son was three years old when Karl
Ritter and his pregnant wife purchased the house next to ours.   I
remember how happy he was when she presented him with a son.  I
bristled when he said he hoped that our boys would become best friends
just as we had been back in school.

     I was divorced a few months ago and my wife moved out of state.
She threatened to come back for my sixteen year old son after she
got settled but I knew that would never happen.   She had never shown
any interest in caring for him before and knew that I would fight in
the courts to keep him.

     Timothy and my son Mark did become best friends.  He spent more
time in my house than his own.  I'm a free lance writer working from
home so I wound up to be more of a father figure to Timothy than his
real Dad.   Karl left today for a cross-country run and asked me if I
minded keeping Timothy for the next two weeks while he's gone.  I told
him not to worry.   Both Mark and Timothy seemed happy that the two of
them would be sharing the same bedroom again.  The last sleepover they
had was 3 years ago when Mark was thirteen and Timothy was ten.  My
wife decided that when Mark hit puberty he should discontinue that
practice.

     My son Mark took the younger Timothy under his wing.  Timothy
deferred to him in everything.   They are more like brothers than
friends.  Mark naturally assumed the role of protector and shielded
Timothy from the taunts of other boys who perceived his sensitive
nature as a weakness to be exploited.

     Timothy came with us when I took Mark shopping for school clothes
today.   I told Mark to pick up some underwear for himself while I
walked over to the men's department to see what was on sale.  The
girl's section was on the next aisle and naturally they wandered over
there out of curiosity, I thought.   I overheard them talking.   I was
on the other side of the aisle, hidden from view.   Mark held a pink,
babydoll nightgown against Timothys body and said that he would look
great in it.  Next I saw them looking at the rack of girl's panties.
I passed it off as healthy curiosity among pubescent boys.  When we
got to the checkout counter, I noticed that both Mark and Timothy
seemed nervous.   I understood why after we got home.

     I was upstairs gathering laundry to wash with the new clothing
purchases we'd made.   As I passed by Mark's bedroom, I heard them
whispering and stopped to listen.   The door was slightly ajar
allowing me to see inside.

     "Try them on, Timmy!  I must see how you look in them now!  I
can't wait until bedtime.  Come here to me and I'll help you."

     I was shocked when I saw Timothy start to undress.  He rolled his
tee shirt up over his head as Mark knelt down and untied his sneakers.
I could tell that this wasn't the first time this happened because
Timothy nonchalantly raised each foot as if he was used to it, allowing
my son Mark to remove his sneakers and socks.  What happened next
shocked me even more.   Mark reached up and unbuttoned Timothy's cargo
shorts, pulling them down to his ankles and off his feet.  Mark
squeezed the boysized lump in Timothy's briefs before pulling them down
also.  It all seemed so perfectly natural for the two of them making me
wonder just how long this had been going on.

     I was surprised at just how beautiful Timothy was.  He stood
sideways to the door, affording me a perfect view of his body.  Kids
today wear such baggy shirts and pants, no telling what prize they
keep hidden underneath.  This was my first opportunity to see how
shapely Timothy's body actually was.  His waist was narrow, tapering
into a deliciously plump bubble butt that accentuated his slender
hairless legs.  If not for his tiny erect penis, I'd have sworn that
Timothy was a young girl being undressed by my son.

     Mark stood up and held open a pair of silk girl's panties for
him to step into.  Afterwards, Mark slid his hands behind Timothy,
cupping his now silk-covered asscheeks with his hands while kissing
his neck.  Next, he picked up the same babydoll nightgown that I'd
seen them with in the store.   He slipped the frilly garment over
Timothy's head, then my son kissed him softly on the lips.  Their
conversation made my cock stir.

     "It's perfect Timmy... you look so beautiful... just the way I
want you to look on our wedding night!  I love you so much honey!"

     "i love you too Mark... you know i do... i just don't understand
why you need me to dress in girl's clothing?"

     "I've always thought of you as my girlfriend, you know that!
Is it so wrong that I want you to look more like a girl?  You want to
please me, don't you honey?"

     "yes... i do Mark.  i keep my hair shoulder length, just the way
you like it.  you shave my legs, underarms and crotch.  in school, all
the boys laugh at me because i'm the only one in my class who doesn't
have pubic hair!  isn't that enough proof that i'll do anything to
make you happy!  i'm a boy Mark... no matter how much you'd like me
not to be!

     "Timmy, I know you're a boy. It's just that you are so beautiful.
Just look at yourself over here in the mirror.  You should have been
born a girl.... my girl!   You have a tiny penis where a cunt should
be.  Look at your full lips... no boy I know has lips like yours...
they were made to suck a cock.  Now look at your ass, you can't tell
me that god made an ass like yours and didn't expect it to covered in
the finest of silks, only to be stripped off and fucked!  That's why
other boys tease you.   You're different from them.  You make them
have evil thoughts and wet dreams.   But that's exactly why I love
you... because you are different... understand honey?"

     "i... i.... guess so."

     "I'll make it up to you tonight... you'll see.  We finally get
to sleep together and wake up in the same bed.  You'll feel better
after I give you a nice hot bath.   I'll use some of mom's lilac
bath oil, it will make your body smell so nice for me.   I promise
to let you lick my balls and suck my cock for as long as you want...
you know how much you like doing that!   I'll even fuck you face up
tonight so we can kiss while I'm doing your tight boycunt.   Just
think Timmy, we have two whole weeks together.  It's going to be so
great!  But now, let's get you out of those girly clothes... Dad
will be making supper soon so we'll have to go downstairs to eat.
But after that, I'll tell him that we're going to play some computer
games in my room.  He'll be glad for the peace and quiet and probably
go to bed early."

     I didn't wait to hear Timothy's answer.  I went downstairs
quietly then into the basement to load the washer.  I tried but
couldn't get the image of Timothy's soft, nude body out of my mind.
The submissiveness of Karl's boy had resurrected memories that I had
suppressed for nearly 20 years.

     As I stood there thinking of the past, I devised the first step
of my plan to subjugate Timothy to my will.   It is obvious that he
loves my son dearly... this could be a problem.   On the other hand,
I would be willing to share him with Mark.   If he was going to be
living under my roof for weeks at a time, perhaps that would be the
best course of action.   A boy like him needs to know that he is
loved.   Now that his mother is gone and with his father feeling the
way he does, his need for love and submission will be magnified.

     The two boys had made their way downstairs and I called up to
them.

     "Mark!  Timmy!  I'm starting a load of wash.  Come down here for
a minute, please!"

     "OK Dad", my son answered.

     They trundled down the stairs with all the youthful exuberance
of two very happy teenage boys.

     "What's up?", Mark said.

     "Lookit boys, I need a few more clothes for a full load.  How
about the two of you giving me the ones you wore today and I'll add
them to the wash."

     "Mine are upstairs", my son said, standing there in just his
briefs and teeshirt.  "Timmy needs to go home and pack a suitcase
with his other clothes.   We were going to do that right after
supper."

     "Mark, why don't you go up to your bedroom and get your dirty
clothes.  Timmy, you can just strip yours off down here... I need
to get them in before the wash cycle starts.  You won't have time to
go home and besides, there's no reason to make two trips."

     "Good idea Dad", Mark said.  "I'll get my robe for him to wear
until then."

     "Don't bother with that son!  We're all men here, I'm sure
Timothy won't mind being in the buff until the wash is finished."

     Mark's eyes lit up.  I could see he liked the idea of keeping
Timmy naked through supper.  This was going to be easier than I
thought.  I took this as tacit approval that he was willing to share
his Timmy with me.   At the very least, he didn't have a problem with
me seeing his boyfriend naked.  "Ok Dad, I'll be back in a jiff."

     Timmy's face flushed bright red and he stammered:

     "it... it will only take me a few minutes to run home Mister
Pearson... i'll be right back if that's Ok with you?"

     "No!  I think it best that you just strip them off right now in
front of me.  You aren't embarrassed that I'll see you naked, are you
Timmy?  There's nothing to be afraid of.   If you're going to be
living with us, we can't have you worried about your modesty, now can
we?   Come on Timmy, I have to insist, Strip!  You don't have anything
that I haven't seen before!"

     Timmy turned a deeper shade of red and looked down at the floor.
He was terrified and looked so cute that it made my cock twinge.

     "Here, let me help you", I said.  "Lift up your arms for me, so
I can get that filthy teeshirt you're wearing."

     Without waiting for him to respond, I grabbed hold of the bottom
and rolled it up his chest and over his head.   I tossed it in the
washer, then knelt down and untied his sneakers, taking command of him
the same way my son had.  I looked in his eyes as I unbuttoned his
shorts.   His expression went from total shock to meek resignation in
a few seconds.   There was no doubt left in my mind... this boy would
do anything I wanted him to do and beg for more.

     In less than a minute, I had him naked as the day he was born.
When I threw the last of his clothes in the wash, I turned and let my
eyes traverse from his bare feet to the shoulder-length hair on his
head.   He didn't hold my gaze, looked down at the floor and moved his
hands to cover his tiny penis and balls.

     "You are a handsome lad, Timothy", I said.  "I'll bet you are a
real heart-breaker with the girls... aren't you?"

     "i... i... don't think so, Sir", he said.

     "You do like girls, don't you Timmy?"

     "i... i... don't know.  i've never thought about it too much."

     "Some boys like other boys... that's Ok too!  You seem to like
my son a lot and I think he likes you too.   I believe Mark likes
girls but I can see how he could fall for you.   I don't know if he
ever told you this, but you have the body shape of a young girl.
Your narrow waist, broad hips and plump ass are very sexy, even to an
old guy like me.   Has Mark had sex with you yet?   He'd be a foolish
boy not to have tried.  Geezus Timothy, I just noticed how pouty and
full your lips are.  Boys like that in a girl and men do too.  That's
why women use lipstick, Timmy... it makes their lips appear to be
ripe and full, ready to pleasure their man orally.   Have you ever
sucked my son's cock, Timothy?"

     "a... a... yes Sir.  he... he made me do it!"

     "Are you saying that he forced you, Timothy!   If he did, I will
have to punish him severely... is that what you're saying to me?"

     "no... oh no Sir... i wanted to... Mark loves me... i wanted to
please him... i love him too Sir!"

     "Well I'm certainly glad to hear that!   I didn't raise my son
to be a rapist.  So... tell me Timmy, do you like being a cocksucker?"

     "i... guess so, i've only ever sucked Mark's cock though..."

     "You know Timmy, some boys are born to be cocksuckers and others
are born to have their's sucked.  There is no right or wrong when it
comes to that.  Most real men don't suck cocks but never pass up the
opportunity to be serviced by boys like you.  Now take me for example.
If Mark gave you permission to suck my cock, I'd be more than willing
to oblige.   Cocksuckers need to practice, the same way you practice
playing your piano.  You can't get really good at something unless
you're willing to put in the time."

     I didn't realize it but Mark had returned and heard the last part
of our conversation.

     "Go ahead Timmy!  Get on your knees and unzip Dad's pants.  I'll
just put these dirty clothes in the washer and watch.   Make sure to
swab his balls real good,  I want Dad to see how much I taught you
already."

     Timmy got on his knees immediately when Mark gave him his orders.
My son had him well-trained.   He was a bit reluctant, not knowing
where to start until I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, cocked his
head into an upright position and shoved those lucious lips against
my balls.

     While young Timmy slurped away, I gave a quick wink to Mark.  We
both realized that this was only the beginning.

     Revenge is a dish best served cold.  What Mark didn't know was
that Timothy was making the first of the many payments I was calling
due on the sins of his father.

the end

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