Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 06:54:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sins of his Father' (M/t,t/t,anal,oral,humil)

                        Sins of His Father 3

     I stood in the doorway watching my son Mark walk toward Timmy,
who was perched naked on the edge of the bathtub.   He smiled when
Mark picked him up, kissed him on the cheek and placed him in the hot
sudsy water.  Mark then busied himself, getting a wash cloth and soap
from the cabinet.   He got down on his knees and leaned in to begin
washing Timmy's body.   Submissively, Timmy sat there while Mark bathed
him with all the tenderness normally associated with a parent for a
small child.   Rubbing the washcloth with soap, Mark wiped the head of
Timmy's penis that was periscoping out of the water.   He massaged the
short shaft with his soapy fingers and kissed the tip causing Timmy's
body to shudder.  When he realized that Timmy was on the verge of
shooting, he released it.

     He applied more soap to the cloth and washed the boy's left arm.
Starting with his hand, he worked the cloth up his arm and squeezed it
under his hairless armpit.   He moved the cloth to his chest and
cleansed his taut brown nipples.   From Timmy's reaction, I could tell
that this was one of his hotspots.  Mark dropped the cloth into the
water and began tweaking them with his soapy fingers.  The soap made
them sparkle and as they hardened, they proudly pointed up and out.
Mark leaned in and licked one, then the other, causing Timmy to squeal
with what could only be described as girly-boy delight.

     Mark groped around his crotch, searching for the submerged cloth.
In his search, he brushed the underside of Timmy's erect penis and
cradled his tiny balls for a brief moment.  Finally, he located the
washcloth and reapplied a fresh coating of soap.   He took hold of
Timmy's right hand and washed his fingers to his armpit.  From there,
he scrubbed his neck and began cleaning the boy's ears.  Then he
ordered Timmy to get up on all fours.   He abandoned the washcloth
again, choosing instead to use his soapy bare hands to slide over his
back and asscheeks.   It seemed routine and practiced.  My son must
have been bathing little Timmy like this for months, possibly even
years.   I felt a bit foolish.  These boys had been doing this all the
while I worked downstairs at my desk, without a clue.

     Mark tapped Timmy's butt.  This apparently was his cue to stand
up and allow Mark to sluice his body with the portable shower hose.  I
was so intent on watching this incredibly sexy scene that Mark had to
remind me that it was now my turn.   I picked a large bath towel from
the rack and held it open for Timmy.  He stepped out of the tub and
into my open arms.   I rubbed his body, drying him thoroughly from head
to toe.  It had been 4 years since I stopped helping my son with 'his'
bath.  When he started showing signs of pubic hair growth, I knew it
had to end.

     I admit paying more attention to drying Timmy's ass than was
absolutely necessary.   Soft, round and smooth, I couldn't resist
kneading and caressing it with the towel.  If ever a boy's ass begged
to be fucked, this was the one.   I was concerned that I was taking
this too far until my son said:

     "It's OK dad, you can fuck her if you want, I don't mind."

     "Are you sure, son?   She's your girl and I don't want you to
think that I'm trying to steal her from you."

     "I know you're not dad... I want you to fuck her.  She would
like that... wouldn't you Tammy?"

     This was the first time I heard my son call him 'Tammy'.

     "y... yes... if he wants to... i'd love to feel daddy's cock
inside my boycunt."

     I looked at Timmy and asked:  "Is 'Tammy' your girl's name,
sweetheart?

     "oh, ah... yessir, Markie just starting calling me that."

     "Do you like your name, honey?"

     "i... i guess so, sir, if that's what Markie wants."

     Mark chimed in: "She's still getting used to it, dad.  I only
started using it today when I dressed her in her new panties and
nightgown.   I like to think of her as a girl.  Dad, it's OK though
if you still call her 'Timmy'.   I know you prefer to think of her as
a boy."

     "Yes but I'll call her 'Tammy' sometimes too.  She is certainly
pretty enough to be a girl, I can't deny that!"

     "Then it's settled.  Go ahead dad, fuck her.  I'll leave if you
would prefer to be alone with her."

     "No son... I don't mind if you stay.   Would you mind greasing
her with Vaseline while I get undressed?   I want us to do things as a
family."

     "Sure thing dad... she's bound to be a little dry after all the
rubbing you did with the towel.  Guess it's been a long time for you,
eh dad!  I didn't think you were ever going to stop!"

     I undressed, watching as my son prepared Timmy's ass for me.  I
heard him groan as Mark smeared a large dollop of Vaseline on his
boycunt and worked it in with his fingers.   When he stepped away, I
grabbed hold of Timmy's hips and took him standing up, right there in
the middle of the bathroom.  I could feel his sphincter muscle tighten
like a vise around my thick cockshaft.

     "fuck me daddy... fuck my girlish boycunt good!", he cried out.

     I was surprised at my lack of control once my cockhead was inside
him.  On only the third slam forward, I felt my balls draw up and expel
their load.   Timmy moaned, hanging onto my cock with his ass chute
while he fisted his little cock.   When I shot, so did he.  Mark was
there to catch his load in the palm of his hand.   When he moved it to
Timmy's mouth, he lapped it up like a kitten.   After a few minutes, I
let my spent cock slide out of his rectum.  Mark held him while I used
the towel to wipe him clean.   Afterwards, I applied talcum powder to
his tiny cock, balls and asscheeks.

     When Mark left the bathroom for a few minutes to fetch the babydoll
nightgown, I parted Timmy's asscheeks and planted a kiss on his pink
rosebud.   I thought it would be our little secret until Mark laughed,
telling me to look in the mirror.  Talcum powder was smeared on my nose
and lips, leaving no doubt as to the liberty I'd taken.

     Mark slipped the garment over Timmy's head.  The flimsy material
ended midway down his asscheeks.  I cupped them and lifted Timmy tight
to my chest.  Moving one hand to the middle of his back, I held him like
a small child.  He responded by resting his head on my shoulder.  Bathed,
powdered and nightgowned, Mark's little girl was finally ready for bed.
I carried her down the hall to my son's bedroom.   Mark rolled back the
covers and I gently lowered her down.  I kissed his little penis and
balls goodnight before wishing him pleasant dreams.

     "goodnight daddy... i love you", she said in a soft boygirl voice.

     "I love you too, Tammy."

     I was going to tell Mark that I'd see him downstairs but from the
look on his face, I knew that he wanted to stay.

     "Guess I won't see either of you until breakfast!   Have fun but
don't stay up too late."

     I turned off the light and went out into the hallway.  I heard the
rustling of clothes as Mark quickly got undressed.  I never considered
myself a voyeur, but I couldn't resist watching them in the dim light
coming from the window.   Mark stood by the side of the bed and I could
see his cock stiffen.   Timmy rolled on his side, licked the tip and
then began swabbing the shaft with his tongue.  After a few minutes, my
son grabbed Timmy's ears and pulled him off.

     "Now that it's nice and wet, tell me what you'd like me to do with
it Tammy!"

     "i... i want you to fuck me with it, Markie, impregnate me with
your manseed."

     "You like when I fuck you, don't you sweetheart?"

     "oh yes, Markie... you know i do."

     "Tell me who you are, Tammy."

     "i... i'm your girl, Sir, and you're my man."

     "That's right!  You are 'my' girl.  Now hike up your nightie so
your man can see your cunt.  Show your man where to put his big cock!"

     Timmy hooked his forearms under his knees and rolled on his back.
Mark climbed on the bed and slid Timmy's legs over his shoulders.  He
tenderly pressed forward into the saddle so as to cause his girl as
little pain as possible.  I was so proud of my 16 year old son.  It
was obvious he knew how to take charge of his woman.  Timmy's father
Karl and I had both failed miserably in that department.  Our wives
had left us.  At that point, I reluctantly decided to leave them to
their lovemaking.

     Sitting alone downstairs, my thoughts returned to the time when
Timmy's father first fucked me.   It was several weeks after we'd met.
We were the same ages as Timmy and Mark are now.  At 13, I was just
emerging from the transition to puberty.  Unlike Timmy, I was athletic,
strong and attracted to girls.  Karl was a lot bigger than me, full of
male hormones and constantly horny.  That particular night Karl was
frustrated because his date had refused to service him.

     I was working at the local burger joint when he arrived half-drunk
at quitting time.

     "Hey Jim, need a ride home?"

     I was surprised because he had never socialized with me before.
The most we'd ever done together was talk in the locker room a few
times after football practice.   He always seemed to be in the shower
room at the same time as me.   A few times, I thought I caught him
staring at me but I was never sure.  Anyway, I accepted his offer and
we drove off.   He got a couple of beers from a cooler in the backseat,
saying that he knew a great place we could drink and not worry about
being caught by the police.    Turns out, it was a cemetery that had a
long circular lane and he parked the car at the top of the circle.  That
way, if a car came up one side, he could drive out the other.  Seemed
like a good plan to me!

     We were there for at least an hour and had 3 beers each, talking
about football, girls and other things.   I was getting a real buzz
because the most I'd drank before that was a few swigs from my father's
beer glass.   The conversation turned to girls exclusively and he
started asking me personal questions about who I'd dated and how far
I'd gotten... that sort of thing.   I'd had a few dates but never even
had the nerve to kiss them goodnight.   I lied to him... wanting to
appear more experienced than I actually was.  He saw right through
that and got me to admit that I was still a virgin.  At 13, most boys
were, so I guess it came as no surprise.   Then he asked if I'd ever
fooled around with another guy!   This really threw me... I never even
considered doing anything like that.  Before I could answer, I felt his
hand on my leg.   He started telling me about how frustrated he was with
his date that night and wanted to know if I'd help him out!

     "Buddies do that for each other sometimes, Jim.  It's no big deal!
I got this huge boner that won't go down.  How about if you stroke it a
few times for me?  Nobody will ever know."

     "No way, Karl!  I'm not a queer!"

     When I said that, he got really pissed off.  I never saw him that
angry before.

     "I'm not queer either, but I think you are, you little faggot!
You think I haven't noticed the way you wiggle your ass in the locker
room?   Look!  you either help me out or I'll tell the other guys on the
team that you made a pass at me!   Who are they gonna believe... a little
shit Freshman like you or an upperclassman?  Everybody knows how many
girls I've fucked... no way are they going to believe a pussyboy like
you!   Now what's it gonna be?"

     "Why are you doing this!! Just take me home and let's forget about
the whole thing!"

     He grabbed my throat with one hand and my crotch with the other.
My air supply was cut off and I must have blacked out.   When I woke up,
I was completely naked and laying on the hood of his car.  In my dazed
state, I barely felt it when he lifted my legs on his shoulders.


the end for now.

I'd like to thank those who asked me to write another chapter.  I
apologize for the length of time between postings.

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