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My Son's Slumber Party
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)

***

A father discovers his twelve-year-old son 
experimenting sexually with a friend during a sleepover 
and decides to join in. (Mbb, ped, inc, 1st-gay-expr, 
oral, anal)

***

"You want to try sucking it?" I couldn't believe my 
ears as I stood silently on the staircase, 
eavesdropping on the conversation between my son Justin 
and his friend Erik. Justin had invited Erik to spend 
the night at our house, and the boys were camping out 
in sleeping bags in our living room. It was after 2 
a.m., and I had been awakened by the sound of laughter 
coming from downstairs. I was coming down to tell the 
kids to quiet down and go to sleep when I heard Erik 
suggest cock-sucking as a slumber party activity. 
Jesus, what ever happened to ghost stories and innocent 
truth or dare?

"I don't know. Isn't that kind of gay?" I heard my son 
reply.

"No one has to know about it," responded Justin. "And 
I'll suck yours if you do mine."

My son remained silent for a few moments, contemplating 
the proposal, and then answered "OK, but you do me 
first." 

"Uh-uh," answered Erik, "I asked you first."

"OK, but you got to promise to suck me after."

"I promise," Erik assured him.

"Cross your heart?"

"Yeah I cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in 
my eye, just suck it, Justin, I'm really horny."

Even though I am straight, I found it incredibly erotic 
to be listening in on my son's homosexual sex play. 
Justin was only twelve (he would be thirteen in two 
months), and Erik was less than a year older. The two 
boys seemed awfully young to be experimenting this way, 
but I was really turned on by it. My normally hetero 
cock had hardened quickly while I listened to the boys' 
banter, and I decided to go the rest of the way down 
the stairs and into the kitchen, where I could peer 
into the living room from a cut-through area in the 
wall that separated the two rooms.

"Oh that feels so good," I heard Erik mutter as I 
tiptoed across the hallway floor. "Suck my dick, 
Justin."

The kitchen floor creaked beneath my kitchen feet as I 
proceeded to the cut-through. I was afraid the boys 
would hear me and stop their youthful sex games, but 
they were too absorbed in what they were doing to 
notice. When I got to the cut-through I nearly gasped 
at what I saw. It was dark, but I could clearly make 
out my son's head bobbing up and down over the crotch 
of his friend, who was lying on his back on the floor. 
Erik ran his hands through my son's blond head and 
moaned contentedly.

Then, after several minutes of sucking, my son pulled 
his mouth off of Erik's rod. "My turn," he announced, 
and lay down on the floor. I could see his dick 
silhouetted in the dim light. It was thin but bigger 
than I would have expected. I couldn't see how much 
pubic hair he had, but I had seen him naked in the 
locker room at a beach a few months earlier and at that 
time he had had just a few small hairs sprouting up.

Justin lay down on the floor so that his feet were 
pointing towards my hidden position in the kitchen and 
opened his thin legs apart so that his friend could 
reciprocate the blowjob. Erik crawled on all fours in-
between Justin's legs to fulfill his end of the 
bargain, thrusting his young ass out towards me. 

I stared lustfully at the beautiful sight of his smooth 
young butt, which seemed perfectly molded and made for 
fucking. I couldn't believe I was having such lewd 
thoughts about a young boy – or any boy for that 
matter, as I was straight, and certainly not a 
pedophile, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the 
firm globes of his ass cheeks.

"Yeah, Erik, suck it," my son ordered, obviously 
enjoying his turn getting blown. Erik's ass bobbed up 
and down in time with the movements of his head on 
Justin's prick. The slight movement was mesmerizing, 
and I found myself desiring this boy flesh more than I 
had ever wanted anything.

"Shit, Erik, that feels so nice!"

That was my cue.

"It sure looks nice, boys," I said loud enough for them 
to hear.

"Dad!" Justin exclaimed as he pushed his friend's head 
away from his groin. "We were just..."

"I can see what you were just doing, Justin," I 
interrupted him, massaging my stiff cock through my 
boxers. "I have quite a view from here. That's one 
pretty ass you got there, Erik."

"Um, thanks," the boy answered quietly, seemingly as 
surprised by my comment as he was at the fact of having 
been discovered sucking my son's cock.

I walked into the room. By the time I got there the 
boys had covered their crotches with pillows.

"You boys mind if I join your little sex party?" I 
asked. They looked at each other silently with 
quizzical looks on their young faces.

"You want to try sucking me a bit, Erik?" It was more 
of a demand than a question, and to make this clear I 
pulled my boxers down to my ankles and walked over to 
the kid. "Suck me, Erik, suck me like you were sucking 
my son."

Erik looked up with an expression that revealed a 
mixture of confusion and desire. "Go ahead, I urged him 
on. I know it's bigger than Justin's, but I think you 
can handle it. You're ready for the big league now."

Erik threw his pillow aside and scooted over to me. He 
grabbed the base of my cock and began licking my cock 
head as my son looked on. I started to run my hands 
through his dark hair as I looked over at my son, 
smiling at him to let him know everything was OK. Erik 
took my cock into his mouth, and I let out a loud moan.

"Get it nice and wet, Erik, cause I'm gonna fuck your 
ass in a minute. Anyone ever fucked your ass, kid?"

"No, Mr. Mapstone," he answered, removing his mouth 
from my prick. He didn't seem bothered by the idea of 
his imminent de-flowering.

"Cool, so I get a cherry boy-ass tonight. Hot dig!" I 
exclaimed as I started to fuck his mouth, excited by 
what was about to happen. Blowjobs are nice, but what I 
really wanted to do was butt-fuck this boy's little 
ass.

"Justin, go upstairs and get the vaseline," I 
instructed my son. "And tiptoe. I don't want your 
mother waking up."

Justin nodded and got up, throwing the pillow he was 
using as a fig leaf to the side. His prick, which I was 
pleased to notice was not surrounded by much more pubic 
hair than that day at the beach, was fully erect and 
bounced happily as he headed off on his nasty errand. 

I looked at his ass as he scrambled away, and tried to 
suppress my interest in it. It was as pretty as Erik's 
and would probably be a good fuck. I ignored this 
thought, though. It was bad enough to be getting ready 
to fuck Justin's thirteen-year-old friend, but fucking 
my own son in the butt would be beyond the pale.

I enjoyed the sensations provided by Erik's 
surprisingly skillful mouth for the few minutes it took 
for Justin to return with the jar of petroleum jelly in 
hand. He handed it to me and I withdrew my cock from 
Erik's mouth.

"Get down on all fours," I instructed him.

Erik complied with my instruction, and I once again 
marveled at the sight of the boy's beautiful ass. I 
scooped out a glob of the greasy lube and applied it to 
his hole. I stuck a finger into his butt-hole, which 
elicited a gasp from the kid.

"Just relax, I'm gonna get you good and ready for my 
cock," I told him. I inserted my finger deeper into his 
hole and began to twist it around, then added a second 
finger. Shit, the kid was tight. His sphincter squeezed 
around my fingers and I felt a desperate need to 
replace them with my cock. Maybe he should be loosened 
up some more first, but I couldn't wait any more. 

I withdrew my fingers from his ass and got another glob 
of vaseline from the jar. I coated my prick with it and 
couldn't believe how good it felt just stroking my cock 
while looking at this thirteen-year-old kid's ass. It 
was so firm, so pretty, much prettier than any girl's 
ass I had ever seen. 

I got between the kid's legs and placed the purple head 
of my dick against his pink hole and pressed it in.

"Oh, fuck, Mr. Mapstone!" he cried as I entered his 
most private area.

"Fuck, yeah, Erik, that fucking feels great!" I 
exclaimed as I shoved all the way to my balls. I had no 
patience for going slow, and I placed a hand around the 
little fag's mouth to muffle the cries of pain I knew 
would follow my impalement of this young boy. An 
electric thrill of excitement shot straight to my brain 
as Erik's rectum clamped around my invading prick. I 
began to pump in and out, and Erik reached under to 
start jacking his pubescent dick.

"You don't need to pull your own mule, Erik," I told 
him, "not when Justin is sitting here ready to help 
out. Justin, why don't you suck your buddy off some 
more?"

Justin looked at me briefly with a look of pure 
adolescent lust in his eyes and then immediately 
scampered over and got underneath his little friend. I 
looked down and saw him gobble up Erik's young cock as 
my scrotum bounced off Erik's boy-asscheeks.

"And you, Erik, why don't you open up your faggot mouth 
and swallow my son's prick too?"

Erik obeyed, and in no time the boys were operating as 
a smooth sixty-nine machine. Each time I banged into 
Erik's ass the force of my thrust shoved his own prick 
into my son's mouth, and a muffled groan of pleasure 
emerged from my queer son below.

My penis was on fire with sensation, and I thought 
nothing could feel any better. Then, all of a sudden, I 
felt a warm softness washing over my balls, and looked 
down to see that my son Justin had stopped sucking his 
pal's prick and was now licking the nuts of his own 
father! I couldn't believe it!

"Fuck, Justin, you're fucking licking your Dad's 
balls!"

"They looked so big and nice, Daddy," he explained, 
"and I loved the way they were bouncing off of Erik's 
ass. I hope it's OK."

"Well I'm sure it's not OK, but keep it up, son, your 
tongue feels real nice on my sack. Fuck, yeah, fuck!"

Justin continued licking my balls as I banged his 
friend. I couldn't take much more sensation, and I 
warned the boys that I was cumming soon. I couldn't 
believe what happened next.

"Cum in my mouth, Daddy, please!"

My head was swimming. It was one thing for him to lick 
my balls, but now he wanted to swallow my cum? He was 
massaging my balls and had started to lick my shaft as 
I plowed into Erik.

What the hell, I thought. I've gone this far, why not 
give the kid what he obviously needs? If the little 
pussy wants to swallow my baby batter, why the hell 
not? It's not doing me any good. I pulled my throbbing 
penis out of Erik's ass and told Justin to open his 
mouth. He swallowed my prick like a starving man being 
offered a roasted weenie.

"Fuck, Justin, fuck that feels good!" I exclaimed as I 
started fucking his face while he fondled my balls.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking shoot my load in your 
fucking throat! You ready?"

A muffled uh-huh emerged as I felt the cum start to 
shoot out of my balls and into his mouth. I came and 
came like I had never cum before, enjoying the feel of 
my son's mouth as I looked at the hot little ass of his 
friend, who was still on all fours in front of me and 
sucking off Justin's prick.

Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. Shit, we must 
have awoken my wife!

"Your mother's coming, Justin!, get back in your 
sleeping bag," I told him as I ran into the kitchen. I 
ran to the refrigerator and opened the door just as my 
wife walked into the room.

"Mark, what are you doing?" she asked, observing my 
naked body.

"Just getting something to drink."

"Well it's late, and you're gonna wake the boys up. 
Come back to bed."

I poured myself some juice and downed it as she looked 
at my dick with desire burning in her eyes.

"I hope you got some energy from that juice, cus I want 
to feel your dick inside of me," she whispered.

I nodded in agreement and we went back upstairs. I 
fucked her doggy-style and thought about Erik's tight 
ass and my son's sweet mouth the whole time.

Comments? Please send to kiphawk@hotmail.com.

©2006 by Kip Hawk. All rights reserved. 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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