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Bobby and His Strict Father
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A boy is introduced to Man-boy love by his strict, soldier father.
(Mb, extreme-ped, inc, spank)
***
"Ten-HUT!"
"Yes, SIR!"
"About FACE!"
"But dad..."
"That's an order, son!"
"Yes, sir."
Bobby Parker obeys, looking off to one side, his big brown eyes
unable to meet his dad's steely gaze, his usually pale cheeks
wildly ablaze. He'd been standing up close to the sink, up on his
toes, his pants down around his ankles, with the water running and
using his soap-on-a-rope, one of the presents he'd just gotten for
his tenth birthday, to jerk off.
"So, how long has this been going on?"
"Only a few minutes, sir. I was just... just... washing it, and
I..."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it. Washing it, huh? And
that's a bold-faced lie if I ever heard one. Do you think I'm
stupid, son"
"No, SIR!"
"Well?"
"I just started, sir. I've only done it a few times."
"When and how many?"
"Well it was a few weeks ago, and... and... well, I guess I've
lost count."
Actually he knows exactly to the day. It was June 22nd. He and his
best friend Jimmy Baker, who's a year older, had been playing
'interrogate the insurgents' in Jimmy's dad's woodshed. The game
was based on the big scandal they'd heard about on TV and read
about in the papers.
Jimmy had tied Bobbie's wrists behind the center post, and his
ankles to the sides of the post as well, and was asking him
questions...
"So, where are the weapons of mass destruction?"
"We have none, American devil. You are the only ones that have
them"
"Oh, yeah! You're lying."
"Am not."
"Then why do you have a stiffy?" Jimmy said, grabbing his crotch.
It was true. Something about being tied up and helpless had had
this effect on him. Bobbie looked down and stared at his best
friend's hand gripping his cock through his shorts.
"Let me go," he murmured.
"No! This is what they do to make them confess," Jimmy said,
giving his cock a few hard yanks. "It's against their religion."
"It is?"
"Sure." Then pulling down his shorts and grabbing him again
through his underwear, "So then where is the fertilizer you use to
make car bombs?"
Jimmy's hand on his stiff cock had made him blush like crazy and
sent these shivery tingles up and down his spine. "Geez, Jimmy...
maybe we'd better stop now, okay?"
"Not on your life you, lying terrorist." Then he'd pulled down his
boxer shorts.
For a long moment there was only silence.
"Wow" Jimmy said softly. "You've got a really nice one"
"What?"
"A nice cock! It's so smooth and creamy looking."
"Geez, Jimmy what are you talking about? Do you want to play this
game or what?"
Then Jimmy reached out and his fingers curled around and began to
move up and down on it.
"Yeah, and it's a big one, too. Bigger than mine. It's almost as
big as my dad's."
"Your dad's? Geez, how do you... do you...?" But Bobbie couldn't
finish. The feel of his best friend's hand stroking his cock took
his breath away.
"I've seen it, okay? Lots of times. And yours is so... so... that
I just have to... to..."
And Jimmy bent down and sucked it into his mouth.
Bobby gasped. If he'd thought his hand felt good, his friend's
mouth was even more astounding. He knew he should stop him but he
couldn't.
For several minutes the only sounds were the little snaps made by
Jimmy's wet, sucking lips and the drone of the big black flies
trying to get back out to the garden and the little 'waps' as they
butted up against the dirty glass in the only window.
Finally Bobbie moaned, "Golly, Jimmy how can you... mmm... do
that?"
"Feels good, don't it?" Jimmy whispered, all pretense dropped.
Bobby could only groan as his friend went back to sucking him. He
was very embarrassed by what Jimmy was doing. He knew it had to be
wrong, because he wasn't gay, but at the same time it felt so
amazing he didn't want him to stop.
A few seconds later waves of intense pleasure washed up from his
belly and filled his head as he felt his cock jerk and throb in
Jimmy's mouth. His knees went weak and it felt like his brain was
spinning around, and if he hadn't been tightly lashed to the
center post he would have fallen down.
Jimmy stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then
he'd untied him. As soon as he was free Bobbie pulled up his
shorts and took off for home.
"Hey, what about me?" he heard Jimmy shout behind him as he ran.
"You could at least jerk me off"
So that's how it started. The next day he tied up Jimmy and used
some waterless hand cleaner to jerk him off as he asked him
questions. However, Jimmy didn't even bother to try to answer
them. He just closed his eyes and gasped, "harder, Yankee dog,"
and "faster, infidel," until he groaned as his cock jerked and
shot out these hot little drops of clear liquid into his palm.
Bobbie said "Geez, what's that stuff?"
"Geez, Bobby don't you jerk off?"
"No."
"Well, I do. Every day. That's my semen. The stuff that makes
babies. Although I don't think mine has got any sperm in it yet.
When it spurts out it's called cumming."
Then as Bobbie reached for a rag, "No! Don't! Untie me."
So Bobbie did and Jimmy grabbed his hand and licked it up.
"Jeez! What are doing?" Bobby exclaimed.
"Hey, a day without a good cum is like a day without orange
juice."
"Don't you mean, sunshine?"
"Whatever."
Then he stood up against the post and let Jimmy tie him up and
suck him off again, and ever since he's been jerking off every
chance that he gets. He's even done it with his feet up over his
head and bent double so when he cums it lands in his mouth. He's
also begun to imagine that he's tied up and naked. At first it was
only Jimmy, but lately it's been a bunch of faceless older men
that are taking turns sucking with his stiff, throbbing cock while
he jerks them off.
Sometimes he even takes chances to go do it. It's like he can't
help it. He worries about this, but this doesn't stop him.
And now he's been caught! And by his own dad, yet! His very strict
dad who is home on leave from the very place that he and Jimmy had
been pretending they were soldiers in. Except his dad is in charge
of supplies, not a guard for captured insurgents.
"I see," his dad says. "Do you know what it's called?"
"Sir?"
"What you were doing. Do you know what it's called?"
"Je... je... jerking off, sir."
"Yes. But it's also called 'masturbation'."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Parade rest, son," his father says walking over to him. He
reaches down then and begins to gently handle him.
"God, son, you have a beautiful cock."
"I do?"
"Yes. Just like the rest of you. You have no idea, do you? You
have the face of an angel. Those big brown eyes, perfect mouth and
cute butt. And now this. Although I guess I should have known,
because when you were little and I changed you, I ... well let's
just say I loved you very much then, so...
"And do you... do you still love me, sir?"
"Yes, son, I do. Just as much."
"Do you still love mom?"
"Yes, I do. With all my heart."
"But dad... I mean, sir... how can you... well, do stuff. With
both of us, I mean."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Doesn't it have to be one or the other? Not the love part but...
well, the sex?"
"Don't believe all the crap you hear. Think for yourself. Go with
your feelings. They'll tell you the truth."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"So how does what I'm doing to you feel? Be honest."
"It feels really, really good, sir," Bobby manages.
Jimmy didn't always tie him up and suck him off. Sometimes they
were afraid they'd get caught so they just dropped their shorts
and rolled each other's cocks like pieces of clay between their
palms. Bobbie has gotten to think that Jimmy's cock is a real nice
one. It's long and smooth and ivory colored, like a small tusk. He
loves the way it feels as it grows stiff in his hands and then, at
the end when they'd both cum at the same time, the way it jerks
and spurts little hot, clear drops. And now Bobbie was shooting a
little semen, too, and Jimmy licks both his own and Bobbie's hands
clean.
However it was one thing to do this with his best friend, but now
his own father was doing it!??"
"Dad, does this mean... because I like it a lot... that I'm gay? I
mean I like girls... at least a little... and only some of them...
but... but..."
"Don't ask, son. And don't tell. And don't worry about it, either.
At least not right now. It's a normal developmental stage that
young boys go through. It's how you figure out how your body
works, and what you are. For now just go with your feelings."
"Yes, sir." And he closes his eyes. Without even realizing it,
Bobby puts his hands behind him, trapping them against the sink as
he leans back and spreads his knees.
"However, there's still the matter of your lying to me, isn't
there?"
"Ye... ye... yes, sir."
"Okay," and he stops and steps back. "Pull up your pants."
Bobby does this.
"Ten-hut."
Bobby snaps to attention.
"Follow me, son."
Bobby does.
As they go through the kitchen he looks at the clock. His mom
won't be home for hours. Whenever she goes to the mall she spends
practically the whole day.
His dad goes out back and heads to his woodshed. Like Jimmy's
father's it's not used for it's original purpose. It's more like a
shop and a place to keep gardening stuff. He and Jimmy have used
this one a few times, too. It even has a center post that they use
to tie each other up to.
Without thinking Bobby goes over to this and leans back against
it, and puts his arms around it and grabs his wrists.
"What are you doing, son?"
"Oh, I was... I was... I don't know. I just thought that you..."
"Is this what you do with your little friends?"
"Oh, no, sir. I mean... well, only with Jimmy."
"Jimmy Baker? Isn't he that young good looking boy with long
blonde hair?"
"Yes, sir. I guess."
"I might have known. Well, I'm not him. I'm your father. Now turn
around and drop your pants."
Bobbie's big brown eyes get wider as he stares at his dad.
"That's an order."
"Yes, Sir" Bobby obeys. The feeling of being bare-naked from the
waist down makes him shiver, even though it's in front of his dad.
He leans his forehead against his arms which he has crossed in
front of him. It's been years since his father has done this.
Spanked him for whatever he'd done wrong. But then again, with the
war, his dad hasn't been around all that much, either. He'd been
so young then that his dad would simply take him over his knee and
pull down his pants. And now he realizes how much he's been
missing him. And missing this.
He braces himself, but his father takes his arms down and pulls
them around the post. He wraps his wrists tightly with some twine,
then ties it off. Then he takes his hips and pulls them backward,
at the same time spreading his feet with one of his own as wide as
he can with his pants still around his ankles.
Even though this is his dad instead of Jimmy, his cock is so stiff
it's throbbing.
"Whack"
"Mmm."
Like when he was little, Bobby doesn't cry out. He bites his lips
to be the 'good soldier' his dad had said he should be.
"Whack"
"Mmm."
"By the way, your mother doesn't need to know about this."
"Whack"
"Yes, SIR."
"Or your little friends, either."
"Whack"
"Yes, SIR."
"And that includes Jimmy. Now tell me the truth. Do you suck him?"
"No, SIR."
"Does he suck you?"
"Ah, yes, sir."
"Do you put your cocks up each other's butts?"
"No, SIR."
Jimmy had wanted to do this but Bobby wouldn't let him. The idea
gave him little tingling feelings in his tummy and he was afraid
he'd like it too much. Then he'd be gay for sure.
"Nice and warm are we?" his dad asks, his big hand moving over his
stinging cheeks sending little tingles up his spine.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I think you're ready, then."
Bobby turns his head and sees his dad go to the workbench. But
when he comes back, instead of the can of waterless hand cleaner
Bobby had bought and put out here for jerking Jimmy off, it's a
tube.
His dad squeezes some into one palm, then slicks up two fingers of
his other hand. "This is made for this," he says.
Bobbie closes his eyes as these push up into him. The thought of
this, and the feeling take his breath away.
"Just relax and don't fight it, son. It's going to happen, so you
might as well accept it."
"Yes, sir," Bobbie gasps.
His knees quiver at this strange, but not at all unpleasant,
sliding sensation. It's like when he takes a really good dump.
When a big, hard turd pushes its way out. Except this time it's
his dad's fingers and they're going the other way and wiggling
deep inside.
"Mmm," Bobbie moans. Then, "Oh, wow, sir," he gasps as he feels
his dad's other hand grasp his prick and begin to stroke it.
"I'm strict with you, and I spank you, because I love you, son."
"Yes, sir," he says, feeling a wonderful warm glow rush through
him. Because at times he'd wondered this. "And I... I love you,
too... sir."
"I know you do, son. And that's important to me."
The fingers leave him and he feels strangely empty. But then he
hears the sound of a zipper and feels something else against him
back there. Something warm and long, moving smoothly and slowly up
and back in his crack.
Jimmy had done this once or twice, and it felt really nice. But
when he tried to push in the tip, Bobby had shouted 'NO!' and
wiggled his butt so he couldn't. But he didn't dare move this
time. After all, this was his dad.
"You have a beautiful behind, son. All smooth and hairless. I just
have to do this. I have to man-boy love you, understand?"
"Ye... ye... yes, sir. I think so."
"Good. Now relax."
"Mmm," he hums, biting his lips as he feels his dad's knob invade
him. He'd seen his dad a couple of times getting into or out of
the shower, and while his cock was bigger than Jimmy's... of
course, he's never seen it stiff, either, so... and the fact that
spanking him had caused his dad to get an erection made that warm
rush wash through him again.
"Son, I've wanted to... ummm... love you like this... ummm... for
a very long time... ummm," his dad grunts, and with each 'ummm'
Bobbie feels him push in a little deeper. It's the most amazing
feeling he's ever felt. He thinks then of the word 'invasion.'
He's heard this a lot lately on the news. But this time it isn't a
country and columns of tanks. This time it's his body, and it's
his own dad's cock that's doing the invading.
Then when he's all the way up inside... and he feels complete,
wonderfully helpless, and it's like he and his dad are one thing
that can never be separated again... "How are you doing, son?"
"I'm... fine, sir. But I didn't think... that fathers were
supposed to..." but just then he feels his dad's cock jerk, and it
takes his breath away. "Oh! Oh, dad! Do that again, please."
"I thought you like it. I'll do it until... mmm... you're used to
it... mmm... and you're ready... mmm... to be... mmm... 'man-boy-
loved'."
Bobby shivers with each jerk because these are causing even more
amazing feelings inside him. 'My dad's cock inside me! I love it!
I don't care if it makes me gay! I want him to man-boy-love me!'
"I think I'm ready, dad. I mean, sir. You can begin anytime."
"Good. You can call me 'dad,' son..." as he begins to pull slowly
out. "when we're doing this..." as he reaches the end and pushes
back in. "In fact, I'd prefer it."
"Okay, dad," Bobbie pants. The lovely sliding sensation makes him
tremble, and hearing him say this brings on that warm rush again.
His dad begins to go faster, his hand on his cock matching each
stroke, so his fingers slide down to the base when he's all the
way up inside him, and then go up as he pulls out.
"Squeeze down on me, son" his dad moans making his cock jerk again
when he's fully buried.
Without even knowing how, Bobbie obeys.
"That's it. Mmmm! Oh, God, I've wanted this... mmm... for so
long."
Then faster and harder, and harder and faster. The sensation
inside him is dizzyingly wonderful. Then suddenly his dad pulls
him hard against him. Bobbie loves being so small in his dad's
hands, and having his dad's big strong body curving around him,
but he especially loves the feel of his hot, stiff, deeply buried
love filling him up.
Then Bobbie feels it. This time the warm rush is not just
emotional. He thinks happily, "My dad's semen! He's spurting it
into me" And then as his own prick begins to jerk in his dad's
gripping hand, "I'm making him happy! He's making me... and I'm
making him... cum."
***
The next two days his dad doesn't act any different, or say
anything either. Then as they are watching the game on TV his mom
leaves to go the dentist. As soon as she's out the door his dad
says, "Bobbie come sit beside me."
He does and his dad reaches over and undoes his pants. Bobbie
lifts his hips and lets his dad push them down to his knees. He's
not wearing any underwear as he's been hoping for this, and
because he's been thinking about going over to Jimmy's.
His dad takes hold of his cock, which stiffens right away.
"You have such a beautiful prick, son. So smooth and flawless.
I've always thought so from the time you were a baby and I changed
your diapers. Now I find it's a bigger than one would expect on
someone your age."
"Gee, thanks, sir. I mean, dad," Bobbie manages. He's been wishing
for this. To be spanked and man-boy-loved again by his dad.
"Stand up and take off all your clothes, for me, son. I haven't
seen you completely naked since you were a toddler. I want to see
how much the rest of you has grown."
Bobbie does this, his face flushed and warm, and that nice glowing
feeling running through him. Then when he's done...
"Ten-hut."
Bobbie snaps to attention.
His dad smiles and reaches out and grabs his cock. He uses it to
pull him close. Then as his big hands go up and down his sides,
then over his belly, cock and balls, and behind, "Yes, son. You
are still just as absolutely beautiful as you were then. Even more
so, now that you've grown. Parade rest."
Bobbie obeys and his dad uses his cock to pull him even closer, so
his spread legs are straddling his knees. Then he takes his belt
off and uses it to bind his wrists in the small of his back.
"Do you remember my giving you baths? It was before I was sent
overseas the first time," his dad says, unzipping his pants.
Bobbie looks down to see his dad's cock spring up. His dad grabs
it and moves it so his hard-soft knob grazes Bobbie's nut sack and
his throbbing cock.
This makes Bobbie moan. He remembers the baths only vaguely.
Nothing specific, just the nice warm shivery feelings all over his
body. Bobbie can only shake his head. He can hardly breathe he's
so filled with excited expectation.
"And this is what I did to you then...," as he bends his head.
Finally it's going to happen. What he's been imagining as he jerks
off, and even dreaming about. Bobbie gasps as his dad sucks him
in.
***
A few days later he's in Jimmy's woodshed. He pulls down his
shorts and since he hadn't worn any underwear, his cock, which had
gotten stiff on the way over here, springs up.
"Jimmy, you remember what you wanted to do to me?" he says as he
steps out of them.
"What?"
"You know. Put your cock up my butt?" as he takes off his T-shirt.
He'd only worn flip flops and he looks around and grabs a piece
of cardboard because the dirt floor has sparkling bits of broken
glass in it.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I'll let you, okay?" he says when he's facing the post. He
puts the cardboard down, kicks off his flip-flops and stands on
it. Then he bends over and puts his arms around the post. As he
grabs his wrists on the other side of the post this shivery thrill
of excitement rushes through him. He's imagined this, being
completely naked in front of his best friend and saying this kind
of stuff to him.
"You will?"
"Yeah. Just tie me up and spank me a little first."
"Spank you?"
"Yeah. Not real hard or a lot. Just with your hand a few times
until my butt gets nice and warm."
"God, Bobbie! What's come over you? First you call me up and beg
me to let you come over. Then when you get here, you practically
grab my hand and lead me out here. You strip naked and now you
want to be spanked and butt-fucked? You've turned into a real
little slut"
"I thought you said you wanted to."
"Oh, I do" Jimmy says, dropping his shorts and stepping out of
them. "So prepare to be corn-holed, you little cock-hound"
Bobbie sticks his butt back, even though what Jimmy's just said
has made his face turn red and his eyes burn. He never thought
that his best friend would call him names. It isn't fair since
he'd been the one who suggested it in the first place.
Jimmy quickly uses some rope to tie his wrists. He's in such a
hurry that he only does a few wraps and makes a quick, not very
tight knot, but that doesn't matter, again that wonderful, warm
glow rushes all through him.
"Whack"
"Mmmm."
"Whack"
"Mmmm."
"Whack"
"Mmmm! Hey you could..."
"Whack"
"Owww! ...rub me a little once in awhile, too."
"Whack"
"Fuck that! I like doing this too much."
"Whack"
"Owww! Hey, that's too hard."
"Shut up, slut! You asked for this..."
"Whack"
"OWWW!"
"...and now you're going to get it"
"Whack"
"STOP! That's enough!"
"Whack"
Bobbie tugs at the rope and it loosens, but just then Jimmy stops
and goes and gets the hand cleaner.
Then his slick fingers wiggling up inside him take his breath
away...
His dad had man-boy-loved him twice since that first time. He'd
come into his room late at night, pulled back the covers, turned
him over, pulled him up on his knees, pulled down his pj's,
slicked him up, and opened his robe, and then, right there in his
own bed... and it had been like his dreams only better, and that
first time he'd only been half awake...
"I know this is taking a chance, son," he'd whispered. "But I'll
be going back soon, and... well, you never know over there who'll
stand next to you and blow themselves up."
Since mom was asleep in the next room, Bobbie made a special
effort to not groan or even hum as his dad's hot loving stiffness
filled him up and thrilled him to his very core.
"Don't cum until I tell you, son. That's an order."
"Yes, sir," he'd whispered back, wondering why, and how he'd
manage to obey, because the sensation of his father's big cock
sliding into and out of his ass felt so fantastic.
Then finally, just when he was sure he couldn't stand it for one
more second, "Okay, son! Cum! Cum for me."
Bobbie groaned loudly then. He couldn't help it. His dad's
shuttling hand gripped him hard and this made the wild throbbing
twice as wonderful, and made his brain spin and his whole body
tremble. He felt himself clamping down on his dad's jerking cock
that was buried very deep inside him as it pumped out his semen,
and his own cock tip burned as he spurted out a few drops of his
own into his father's palm...
Then Jimmy comes around the post.
"Suck me a little first," he says standing close and pushing his
cock at his face.
"No."
"Suck me or I won't fuck you."
Bobbie stares at his friend's stiff prick waving in front of him.
His dad had done this to him twice more, but hadn't asked him to
do it to him. He wasn't sure why, but he hadn't. He wanted to try
it, even though he was afraid it would make him gag. And then
there was the problem of his dad's semen. He wasn't sure whether
to swallow it, or spit it out.
"Can't you just man-boy... I mean, put it up my butt? Isn't that
enough?"
"You mean can't I just fuck you? Jesus, Bobby, you want it so bad,
but won't say the words for it? Maybe I'll have to make you. Maybe
if I whacked your ass with a board for awhile you'd beg me to let
you suck me..." as he goes away.
"No! No, Jimmy! I swear to God I'll... I'll..." Bobbie shouts
yanking on his wrists. The knot starts to work loose more as Jimmy
searches through the pile of scraps for something the right size
and shape. Any second now and he'll be free!
"What the fuck is going on here?" Bobbie hears. He turns his head
and sees Jimmy's dad in the doorway.
"Oh, hi, dad. We were just playing, and... well, it's called
torture the terrorists. Like on TV? And I was just..."
"Shut the fuck up, son. Fuckin' liar. Think I'm dumb? Get your ass
over here," the man says closing the door and coming closer.
"Yes, sir" Jimmy says shuffling to him as quickly as he can with
his pants around his ankles.
"Now get my cock hard and slick...," he says pushing the boy to
his knees with one hand, "...so's I can fuck your little friend's
beautiful ass," as he rubs Bobbie's sore butt with the other
sending shivers up his spine.
Bobbie shivers again as he watches Jimmy take his father's cock
out of his pants. It's at least as big as his dad's but Jimmy
sucks it all into his mouth without hesitation.
"That's it, you little cocksucker! Take all of your old man's
meat" his father growls, grabbing a fistful of Jimmy's hair and
humping his hips.
Jimmy closes his eyes and hums in his throat. Bobbie stares in
amazement at his best friend sucking his father so hard his cheeks
are hollow, as he hears him breathing quickly through his nose.
"Geez" he thinks, "he's done this before and it looks like he
likes it! No wonder he's so good when he sucks me"
Mr. Baker sees Bobbie staring. "Don't worry, Parker. I'm savin'
this load of jizz just for you."
Then a few seconds later, "Okay, that'll do," the man says,
pushing at his son's forehead. "Make sure it's well covered with
spit."
Jimmy takes his father's cock out of his mouth and spits on it.
It looks really long now, and shiny and bumpy, with a fat, very
red knob on the end of it. Then it moves out of his sight as the
man moves behind him and grabs his hips.
"Nooo! Don't, Mr. Baker. Please" Bobbie begs.
"Shut the fuck up, you little pig! Your daddy fucks you, don't
he?" as he rubs the knob against his back hole, making him shiver
all over.
"How did you...?"
"Didn't until just now. I just figured him bein' a Marine an all,
and you two out here in the shed all the time playing with each
other. Jesus, what a sweet little rose hole you got. No hair and
all smooth and pink like a little girl. This is gonna be...
mmm..." as he pushes the tip in.
Bobbie closes his eyes. It's that stretching-sliding-filling up
feeling that he loves when his dad's knob plops in.
Then he hears, "C'mon, Bobbie. Suck me."
He opens his eyes and sees Jimmy's sweet, hard cock right in his
face.
He licks his lips, but he groans, "No."
"Oh, yes" Mr. Baker growls and pushes his cock all the way up
inside him.
Bobbie gasps and Jimmy grabs his nose and shoves his cock in.
The two of them begin. He's being fucked up the ass and having his
mouth invaded at the same time. Bobbie can't believe this is
happening, but at the same time... and then as they both begin to
go faster and harder the knot comes undone and he grabs the rope
with his thumbs so it won't come off his wrists, so they won't
know how much he's loving this...
That night when his dad tip-toes into his room Bobbie is wide
awake. He's lying on his back with his legs spread playing with
his stiff cock.
"Are you okay, son? How come you're not wearing your pj's?" he
whispers.
"It's because you're leaving next week, and I was waiting for
you."
"Oh, I see."
His dad sits down on the edge of the bed and Bobbie moves over to
make room for him.
"Dad, I have to ask you something. And tell you something."
"What, son?" as he takes Bobbie's hand away and replaces it with
his own. "You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Dad, do you think I'm a faggot?"
"Faggot? Where did you... and why would you think...?"
It was because Mr. Baker had groaned between thrusts, "Ummm! Hey,
the little faggot... is lovin' this! Your friend's sweet little
sphincter... is clamping down on my prick... like a fist. Oh,
yeah, he's a real... hot little faggot.... all right."
"Oh, wait. I get it. You went over to Jimmy's house today and
you've been playing around with him again, right?"
"Well, yeah. Except... well, it wasn't just him. His dad kinda
caught us. In the shed. And I was naked and tied up so I
couldn't... well, kinda anyway, so he... well, he did it to me,
dad."
"Why that pervert! That pedophilic son-of-a-bitch! I'll get my gun
and..." his dad says standing up.
Bobbie can see in the dimness that his dad's cock is making this
tent in his pajama bottoms.
"No, dad! Not so loud! You'll wake up mom."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to let him get away with this.
First thing tomorrow, I'm going over there, and..."
"No, dad. Please don't. It wasn't like that. It was... well, I
have a confession to make."
"What, son? You know you can tell me anything."
"I know, but... well, it's hard. I didn't mind it. In fact, I
liked it. I liked it almost as much as when you fuck me..."
His dad sits down on the bed again. "Fuck you? Son, I don't fuck
you. I love you. I man-boy love you. I've never even said that
word. At least not in front of you. And as for being a faggot...
listen, Bobbie, don't let the words get in the way. And don't let
what other people say and do mess you up. It's what you do, what
you feel that matters. Life is too short not to do the things that
you want because of someone's else's morality. God, if it's one
thing I've learned over there it's that all this religious crap
is... well, crap."
"Dad, you're talking too loud again."
"Oh, sorry. Well, I'm glad you told me. I'll have to think about
this, however." His dad stands up. "Now you get some sleep and
tomorrow..."
"Wait, dad. Don't go yet. I want to... well, can I... ah, suck
you?"
"What? Suck me? Geez, Bobbie, I've been wanting you to do that
ever since I can remember."
"You have?"
"Yes, son. It's one of the nicest ways to show your love, but I
wasn't sure how you'd react. I didn't want to shock you."
In a way his dad was right. It had been a shock to have his best
friend's cock pushing into his mouth. But it had been even a
bigger one that he had liked it so much. It made him feel small
and helpless, but at the same very powerful, and he was proud that
his best friend was trusting him like this. Even when Jimmy
spurted he loved it. It tasted a little salty, but he didn't mind.
"His cum. He's giving me his cum," he'd thought.
Then afterwards Mr. Baker had cleaned his still stiff cock with
the hand cleaner and made him suck him off, too. While Jimmy, who
was also still hard, fucked him and jerked him off. It had been a
double dose of the best thing that had ever happened to him. That
is, except for being fucked and sucked by his loving dad.
"I love you, dad. Let me show you how much," Bobbie says as he
sits up and leans over to pull down his dad's pajama bottoms. His
dad's cock springs up and when he takes it into his mouth that
wonderful warm thrill runs through him.
His dad turns and sits down on the bed again, and without taking
his mouth off him, Bobbie moves to kneel on the floor. Now he can
really do it right. Bob his head up and down and at the same time
play with his dad's balls.
His dad pets him. "Oh! Son! That's so great! You do that just
right."
This makes Bobbie very happy. And glad that Mr. Baker had given
him instructions, even though he'd grabbed fistfuls of his hair
and growled them at the time.
"No teeth, stupid" and "swirl your tongue around the knob," and
"breath through your nose and take it all the way down your
throat" and "flick the tip of your tongue back and forth
underneath," and "take it out now and then and lick it like a
lollipop"
Bobbie had obeyed, forgetting to hold the rope, which fell off to
the ground as he took hold of the man's cock and licked up and
down its length. The fact that it had just been inside his butt
only made it that much more exciting.
He does all these things to his dad, who groans in his throat and
bites his lips so he won't make too much noise.
Then at the end he does what Mr. Baker did, groans and grabs his
head in both hands and humps his hips. Bobbie swallows fast and
hard to get all his dad's warm, wonderful cum.
When he's done spurting his dad doesn't let go, and he bends down
and kisses him, swirling his tongue in his mouth as if to taste
his own semen. This makes Bobbie's heart swell up with love for
him in a whole new way.
"Now I have a confession to make, son. When you were just a baby
I'd put the tip up to your lips and you'd suck on it like it was a
nipple. I never came, however. I wanted to, but... and now you've
finally done it. Swallowed my semen, and very eagerly besides.
Thank you, son. You've made me very, very happy."
***
"Come on in. Been expecting you. What took you so long?" Mr. Baker
says stepping aside and opening the door wide.
It's three days later. Three days during which Bobbie had sucked
off his dad three times and twice been loved up the butt with his
wonderful cock. And his dad had sucked him off twice and they'd
gotten into the shower together twice and jerked each other off.
They'd been able to do this because Bobbie's mom's dad was sick
and she had gone to visit her parents, so they had the house to
themselves and had walked around naked the whole time.
But now she's back and they're afraid they'll be caught because
they can't keep their hands off each other. So Bobbie called up
Jimmy and now...
"Yeah, well we've been busy," his dad says as they go in.
"I'll bet," Mr. Baker laughs. Then when the door is closed, he
shouts, "Hey, Jimmy they're here. Get your sweet little ass down
here! It's time to get fucked"
His dad looks at the man in surprise.
"Don't worry," Mr. Baker says. "I sent the wife off to one of her
muff diving girlfriends for the night. She won't be around to
bother us."
They go into the living room and sit down on the couch. Mr. Baker
picks up the remote and turns on the TV.
"Just watching a little porn," he says.
Bobbie sees three large, well-muscled men standing around a pretty
girl with long blonde hair who looks to be around six or seven.
The men are naked and the girl is sucking their cocks. As the
camera pans back Bobbie realizes that the way the hair is combed
and the makeup on the eyes and the lipstick had made him think it
was a girl, but 'she' has a cock that's sticking up against his
tummy. Then as the men grab the boy's hair and make him suck them
faster and harder, the boy's expression makes Bobbie realize it's
Jimmy when he was younger. Then as the camera pans back more he
sees that one of the men is his father.
In the background another good-looking boy about the same age but
with long black hair, wearing makeup so that he too looks like a
girl, is hung up in chains from the rafters. The chains are
attached to his wrists and ankles by wide black leather straps and
his legs have been hoisted up so his ass is at just the right
height for the man who is whipping him. His butt is almost as
bright red as his lips, and now and then the leather strips on the
short handled whip strike his hairless ball sack and his erect
cock and his whole body jerks.
The man doing the whipping has a very long, thick erection, and
little clear drops of pre-cum are flying off the tip. After a few
more strokes he drops the whip, grabs the boy's hips and pushes
his cock all the way up inside him.
"Wow," Bobbie says softly, staring hard, his big eyes becoming
even bigger, because it's like in his dreams.
Then he sees from the corner of his eye that his dad is no longer
looking at the screen, but is staring at him.
"You like that, son?"
"Well, I... you see, dad I've been... well, imagining things. Ever
since you started fu... ah, man-boy loving me. Stuff that I was
sure no else in the world ever even thought of. And now to see
them actually doing it..."
"I see."
Just then Jimmy comes running into the room. He's naked and is
stroking his erect cock. "Hi, Mr. Parker. Nice to finally meet
you," he says coming over to him and holding out his other hand.
Again Bobbie's dad stares as he takes the boy's hand and shakes
it.
"So, do you want me to suck you a little first? Or would you
rather fuck me right off?" he says excitedly.
"Geez, talk about your sluts," Bobbie says.
"Yeah," Mr. Baker laughs. "I brought him up right, didn't I" The
man stands up and starts to undress. "Well, let's get to it, shall
we, Parker? I can't wait to stick my cock up your boy's sweet,
girlie ass again. He fucks me back like a little female animal in
heat. You've done a great job raising him."
Again his dad stares at Bobbie. "God, son, what did you tell
them?"
"Nothing, dad. Honest, I just... just... well, when I called up
and said that we wanted to come over, Mr. Baker asked me why, and
I said that I wanted him to... to..."
"He told me that he wanted me to fuck him," says Mr. Baker.
Now Bobbie's dad stares at the man as he continues, "To tie him up
and spank him and fuck him. And that you wanted to fuck my Jimmy."
"God, son! How could you...?" he says turning back to Bobbie, but
he stops in mid-sentence as he sees that his son is already naked
and stroking his hard prick.
"But dad, you told me to always tell the truth, and to go with my
feelings, so I thought..."
"Ten-HUT!"
"Yes, SIR!"
"Well, that's quite a trick," says Mr. Baker, grinning. Then
turning to Jimmy, "Why don't you do that?"
"Oh come on, dad. That stuff is stupid."
"Stupid?" roars Bobbie's dad. "Why I ought to... ten Hut, you
little prick"
Jimmy snaps to attention.
"Yeah! That's the trick," says Mr. Baker, stepping out of his
pants. "Now can you make them march?"
"Yes, but... to where?"
"Follow me. I've got just the place. You'll see."
***
"So, Parker... mmm, Jesus... still think I'm a pervert?" Mr. Baker
groans.
"Well, if you are... ahhh, God! I guess I'm one too," Bobbie's dad
pants back.
It's about a half hour later in the basement of the house in a
room that looks like the one in the porn video. Both boys are bent
over a leather horse like gymnasts use... except it's at just the
right height for what it's being used for at the moment... bound
to the frame with ropes wrapped around their wrists and ankles.
They've both had their cheeks rouged, their long hair combed and
ribboned, their lips reddened with non-smear lipstick, their eyes
shadowed, eyelashes lengthened and darkened with mascara, so
except for their stiff dicks and nut sacks they look very much
like titless, pre-pubescent girls. Their buttocks, which have been
thoroughly flogged, are just as red as their cheeks and lips, and
at the moment both of their asses are being deeply and thoroughly
fucked, Bobbie's by Mr. Baker, and Jimmy's by Bobbie's dad.
"Faster, Mr. Baker... mmm... and harder, please, too, sir," Bobbie
groans.
"Yeah, Mr. Parker, sir. Me, too," Jimmy gasps.
Both fathers speed up their fucking of each other's son, and
Bobbie's dad intersperses his thrusts with hard spanks.
Mr. Baker does the same, and soon...
"Christ! Your kid's ass is grabbing... my cock... like a fist,"
Mr. Baker moans. "The hot... little slut's... makin' me...
cummmmMMMM!"
Bobbie's dad groans, "Your faggot son's... tight hot bung hole...
is making me cum... tooooOOOO!"
***
"Are you sure, dad?" Bobbie asks.
"Yes, son. Go ahead," his dad says.
It's two days later. And it's two days before Bobbie's dad has to
leave to go back to the war.
They are in a motel outside of town. They'd told his mom they were
going fishing for the day. Both are naked and Bobbie's dad is
lying face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips to raise
them. His wrists have been tied in the small of his back.
Bobbie is kneeling between his spread thighs, his cock erect and
gleaming. His dad's asshole is shining too, as Bobbie has just
lubed him up with two fingers covered in gel from the tube that
he's holding.
It's because after the two men had finished spurting their cum up
inside the boys' guts, they'd untied them, sat on the large bed,
wiped their cocks clean with some damp towels and watched as their
two sons did a hot '69' right beside them.
"God, they look just like two cute little girls with cocks,"
Bobbie's dad had said softly.
"Yeah. Always makes me hard, too. Even after I've just cum. So,
listen do you want to...?" Mr. Baker said as he took hold of
Bobbie's dad's stiff cock.
"What!? Hey, what are...?" Bobbie's dad had sputtered.
"Getting' you in the mood to be fucked. You got a really nice,
smooth, hairless butt just like your son."
"Not on your life. I've never let anyone put anything... up my...
God, you do that so good... and I'm not about to..."
"You mean to tell me you've never been fucked up the ass?! Jesus,
man, then you've never really had sex," Mr. Baker said as he bent
down and sucked him in.
Bobbie's dad put his hand on the man's head, but didn't push him
away very hard. "God, Baker, stop. You're going to... make me...
make me..."
After Mr. Baker made him cum, Bobbie and his dad left. His dad had
been silent as they walked home.
"Are you okay, dad? I mean, sir?" Bobbie asked.
"Yes, son, I am. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Well, I have to be honest. I wanted your mom to have a little
girl. And seeing you all made up..."
"Are you sorry she had me?" Bobbie said, feeling the tears burn
his eyes and his throat tighten up.
"No son. In fact, you are perfect. But... well, the things we've
been doing have been making me think about myself. About what my
life is. What it means. And where it's going."
"Do you mean you're afraid you're becoming a faggot?"
"No, son. I don't worry about the words. Only about what I do and
how I feel about it. I'll tell you one thing. After this tour is
up I'm not going to reenlist. I'm going to stay home with you and
mom."
"Wow, dad! That would be great."
His dad took his hand then, and that's how they walked the rest of
the way home...
"Okay, dad, here it comes," Bobbie says as he holds himself up on
one arm and uses his other hand to rub the tip of his cock against
his dad's puckered hole. "I'm finally going to boy-man love you."
"No son. You're going to fuck me. Oh, and spank me as you're doing
it, okay?"
"Yes, SIR!" Bobbie laughs.
The End