My youngest Son.


It was seven o'clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, and expected
to remain that way for a while. The boys were out and I didn't expect
either my eldest, Kevin, or his younger b*****r Mark home before the
wee hours. Bobby, my youngest, hadn't started dating regularly yet, so
I did expect him home, but I've learned that when he says nine o'clock
he means midnight. I was surprised, then, when Bobby came in. He was
lugging a big pile of books and it was obvious he had been at the
library again. He nodded to me and wandered back to his room after
dropping his books on the coffee table. Bobby was a bit silent, but
that didn't concern me. He was a moody boy at the best of times. He
was just fifteen now, and going through a lot. Fifteen is a tough time
for any boy and Bobby was no exception. He was just beginning to date,
sex was the most important thing in his life and he hadn't quite
figured it out yet. After a few minutes Bobby came out of his room
carrying a basket of laundry. As he dropped his things in the
kitchenette and began loading the washer I asked him if he was going
out and needed clothes. He said no he didn't he was just out of
clothes for tomorrow. I went back to watching TV while he loaded the
washer. I heard the lid close and glanced his way. I saw him hesitate,
then lift the lid again. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it
inside, then did the same with his socks and jeans. He started the
washer, then wandered into the living room in his shorts to get a
book. While he was there I asked him what he was reading. He told me,
Oh, just the same old shit, and flopped down on the sofa opposite me
to read. It's a little unusual for Bobby to run around in his shorts.
He's the shy one of my three boys. Kevin is into weights and you can
hardly keep clothes on him. Mark is s*******n, and beginning to fill
out, so he is proud of his body and doesn't wear a shirt if he doesn't
have to. Bobby, is still in that gawky, gangling stage that tall boys
go through and doesn't undress much in front of anyone else. In fact,
as I thought of this, I looked him over and realized that it had been
more than a year since I had seen him in so little clothing. He lay on
his side, facing me, with the book on the cushion in front of him. His
left arm supported his head, and his right he d****d over the back of
the sofa. I took the opportunity to look at him carefully. Bobby is
tall for fifteen, a full six feet and one inch. He is as tall as I am,
and absolutely towers over his b*****r Mark. Lying on the sofa, taking
up it's full length and ten some, he looked even more slender than he
is. His shoulders are still narrow, and haven't begun to fill out. I
followed the "S" curve of his body, across his ribs to his narrow
waist, and back up the curve of his hip. He skin was stretched tight
over his ribs and he looked skinny. When I looked more closely, I
could tell, thought that he was not. His chest was not deep, but was
well formed, with small, pink nipples that seemed to be erect al the
time. Another "S" curve ran down the centerline of his chest and ended
at his navel. It was a clear line of separation between the muscles of
his abdomen. I looked closely, but still could see no hair on his
body. He had only recently started shaving, and still did not shave
every day. I still do not have a heavy beard, and I guess he takes
after me. Young as he was, I couldn't help notice that he filled his
shorts pretty well. Maybe that runs in the f****y too. Bobby looked up
from his reading, feeling my eyes on him, I suppose. He asked me,
Something wrong? and I told him no, just looking at my boy. He sat up
and looked at me and asked me if we could talk. Bobby and I have
always been close and they way he asked, it was obvious that it wasn't
just seeing me looking him over that made him want to talk. I moved to
his side, and took over one end of the sofa. He scrunched up next to
me and I put my arm around his shoulders. He leaned back against me
and looked up and said Daddy, I've got a problem. I knew that it was a
serious one when he called me Daddy. The other boys had stopped that
years ago, and even bobby, who had hung on for ages, had stopped by
the time he was twelve or so. Bobby told me about a terrible
experience he had only a few days ago. He had taken Bev, a girl in his
history class, to the movies and they had wound up necking. She, not
he, made some moves and he found himself on the verge of losing his
virginity. They went back to her car and he found himself either
unable or unwilling to go through with it. To make matters worse, the
next day he told his best friend Rich all about and Rich made a pass
at him. Bobby was so upset, it was breaking my heart. I put my arms
around him and pulled him close. He looked up at me, his dark eyes
moist and ready to tear. I hugged him closer and told him not to
worry. He really did cry then, and stammered out that he was upset
because he had wanted to do it with Rich. He had decided that he was
gay. There was really nothing to say at that point. I just held him
close and told him everything was ok. It was then that he surprised
me. He said to me, Kevin is gay, isn't he? I thought my eldest had
hidden the fact well, but I guess you can't keep anything from f****y.
I told Bobby, yes, he was, and I was sure he was happy about it. If
you are gay too, I told him, it won't make any difference to your
f****y. He surprised me again. He said to me, well, Kevin told me that
you had...well. I looked at him and told him, yes I had, Kevin and I
had made love. Under the circumstances I knew what was going to
happen, and I wondered if Bobby did too. It occurred to me that his
being in his underwear was not an accident, but I shook that aside and
paid attention to my boy. He was hurting. I pulled him closer, and he
stammered out what he wanted... he wanted me to be his first. I could
say nothing, except to say yes. I lay Bobby on his back with his head
resting in my lap. With my left hand I smoothed back his hair. I
rested my right hand in the middle of his chest, and felt his warm
skin against my palm. I thought about what was going to happen. Bobby
is such a handsome boy, and as I slid my hand across his chest and
over the smooth skin and hard muscle of his belly I thought about how
badly I wanted him. He looked up at me, his head in my lap and I
leaned forward to cup his balls and gently squeeze. He turned toward
me and raised a hand to my chest. As he loosened buttons I stroked his
ass through his think cotton shorts. I slipped my fingertip under the
edge of his shorts and tickled the curve of his ass. He wriggled and
looked up at me again. I moved my hand to his chest and began to tweak
his nipples. Without finishing my shirt buttons he reached down and
began to wrestle with my zipper. I stopped him, and pushed him onto
his back again. I didn't want things to go too fast. If this was going
to be Bobby's first time I was damn well going to make sure that it
was going to be hot. I wanted Bobby to wriggle and writhe and beg to
cum. I put an arm under his shoulders and lifted Bobby up until his
head rested on the arm of the sofa and his crotch was within easy
reach. Leaning forward I pulled him up with one hand until I could put
my mouth over his nipple. I sucked and while I did I used my tongue to
tease him. With my other hand I squeezed his crotch, first his balls
then the shaft of his stone-hard cock. I was amazed at it's size. For
a fifteen-year-old, Bobby was damn well developed. I'm pretty big,
over eight inches, but at fifteen I was tiny. My boy is already over
six inches and looks like he might get to be bigger than me. While I
squeezed his cock through the light fabric, he pulled at his shorts. I
released him briefly, moving my mouth to his while he curled up his
legs and flipped his shorts away. He sat up facing me and while we
kissed he curled his legs underneath him and I kicked off my shoes. He
went back to unbuttoning my buttons and I grabbed his ass with one
hand while stroking his cock with the other. With my shirt finally
open, he leaned forward and ran his lips across my chest. He stopped
to suck hard on my nipple while I grasped both of his between thumb
and forefinger and squeezed hard. While continuing to suck he fumbled
again at my zipper and this time I let him get it open. He reached for
me, but my jeans were just too tight. I pushed him back and he bit
gently at my nipple as I pushed him away. When I stood, so did he, and
as I pulled off my jeans and shorts I took time to look at him again.
Bobby stood there looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest.
Doing this emphasized the curve of his pecs and made me think again
about the fact that his small nipples seemed always erect. I looked
him in the eye and he tilted his head to one side and smiled. White
teeth flashed from behind full lips. Bobby has a beautiful smile. His
blond hair is about collar length and frames his long face nicely.
There is a roundness to his face that seems boyish and is not offset,
somehow, by his long jaw. Of course, those wide-set, moist-looking
brown eyes are real killers. I remembered that I had always looked at
him as an infant and thought of those tacky paintings of big-eyed
waifs. No waif now, he stood over six feet tall and had the strength
that is always seen in youth. He rested his weight on one foot and it
gave his hips a sexy slant. As my eyes traveled down his hard, slender
body they settled on his cock. Six inches of smooth, hard meat
standing up firm against his flat belly, I could hardly keep my hands
off. In fact, I didn't. I reached over and took his cock in my fist
and used it like a handle to pull him to me. I pressed my mouth
against his and moved my hands around to his ass. I gripped both
cheeks and dug my fingers in to press his crotch against mine while my
tongue prodded and fenced with his. After an endless time I came back
to myself and realized that I was gripping Bobby so powerfully that I
had nearly lifted him off his feet. He had one hand around my neck,
pulling my head forward and the other on my ass, squeezing for all he
was worth. Breaking from that embrace took all my will-power, but I
did it. I sat back down, and put my arms across the back of the sofa
and just looked at him. Standing there, nervous, and not knowing what
to do with his hands, he just looked back at me and grinned. I leaned
forward and pulled his cock down away from his belly. Re-settling
myself on the sofa I began to tease his cockhead with my tongue. He
just stood there for a moment not knowing what to do then put his
hands behind my head and tried to feed me more of his cock. I didn't
let him. I wanted to tease him for as long as it was possible to make
a first time last. I continued to tease his slit and just the head of
his cock with my tongue and I began to stroke the backs of his thighs.
I was amazed at how smooth the skin was. Bobby has very find hair on
his legs, but it is so soft as to be forgotten. Bobby began to thrust
toward my mouth again, and this time, to prevent him, I had to stop. I
sat back on the sofa and I pulled him down on my lap. He wound up
kneeling with his knees beside my hips and our cocks pressed close
together. With my right hand I grabbed both our cocks and began to
stroke them together. At the same time I reached up to pinch is right
nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I pushed him slightly
backward and with a bit of a stretch I could suck his other nipple.
Sucking hard, pinching hard and stroking with long slow strokes I


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could have stayed that way for hours. Bobby was into it too, he began
to pump his crotch toward mine, matching my strokes, and I began to
long to have my fingers dug into his cheeks, feeling the squeeze of
his ass muscles as he thrust toward me. I couldn't take it any longer,
and I think Bobby was about to explode too, when I decided it was time
to get this boy's cock down my throat. I reached behind him and
gripped his cheeks. Pulling him upward, I repositioned Bobby so that
his knees rested on the back of the sofa and his cock was right in
front of my face. I pushed my face forward and began to lick him all
over. I did his balls first, stopping to suck first one then the other
then both together. As I licked his crotch he began to hump his cock
toward me. I reached up and pulled it down to my mouth. Taking him
slowly was hard, but I made it last. I worked just on the head for a
few seconds, as I had done before, then I took part of the shaft and
began to lick the underside, massaging with my tongue while I sucked.
I took more of him into my mouth, and when I looked up, he had moved
his hands to his chest and was stroking his nipples. My hands on both
his cheeks I pulled him toward me and took his whole cock in my mouth.
Sucking as hard as I could I began to move my head back and forth,
licking up and down the full length of his cock, stroking him with my
lips. I eased my hand around under his ass, and began to tease his
asshole with my finger. He felt me tickle his asshole and shivered all
over. His thrusting against my face also began to be thrusts backward
toward my finger. Gently I let just the tip of my finger penetrate,
and Bobby gasped. I took that moment to pull back and surround just
his cockhead with my lips. I sucked hard and furiously tongued the
slit. With a quiet moan he shoved his ass hard against my finger,
getting an extra inch for his trouble, then he leaned forward against
my face and delivered a load of cum onto my tongue. He shot again and
again and I sucked his full length back into my mouth. He still had
hold of his nipples, but he was now leaning forward, humping against
my sucking mouth. I began to thrust my finger in and out rapidly of
his ass, and he had to move his hands to the back of the sofa to keep
his grip. As his cock shrank in my mouth I thrust my finger deeper and
he gave me a last squirt of cum. I moved my hands to support his ass
and began to lower him back to kneeling position. When he was seated
on my lap again, he sat up for a minute, and grabbing my cock, pushed
it under him. He sat back down, pressing my hard cock between his ass
and my leg. I wiggled around a bit and it lined up neatly with the
crack of his ass. When it did, he leaned forward and just as he kissed
me he asked, are you going to fuck me, Daddy? Well I didn't much care
to be called daddy just then, but I told him that I damn well was
going to fuck him and he'd better get ready. Before I could make good
on my promise, he slid back to the floor, and kneeling between my
thighs, began to lick my crotch the way I had licked his. Bobby knelt,
leaning forward, his blond hair obscuring his eyes as he looked up at
me, and began to suck my cock. Bobby may have been a virgin that
night, but he sucked me off like he'd had some practice. He started
with me just as I had with him, sucking the head of my cock and
teasing the slit. In moments he was taking the whole length of my
eight-incher down his young throat. I don't think I could've managed
one that big on my first try, but maybe Bobby is a natural talent. In
no time at all he was bobbing up and down on my prick like a pro, and
sucking for all he was worth. I locked down at his back, seeing the
"V" of hard muscle flexing as he moved, and let my hands rover over
his shoulder blades. He kept wiggling that round, sweet ass as he
bobbed up and down, too, and I decided that I damn well WAS going to
fuck the boy no matter what. I hadn't intended to at first, thinking
that would be better left for when he had more experience. Well, in no
time I delivered a big load to the back of Bobby's throat. He looked
up at me and grinned, and said, well, I guess you won't be able to
fuck me for a while, now will you? I stood up and let him see that my
cock was still erect, though not as hard as it had been, and he looked
up at me sort of thoughtfully. I reached forward, and picked him up.
Carrying him in my arms I took him to my room and lay him on my bed.
Seeing him lying there I couldn't resist and I leaned forward to suck
his nipples for an instant, and his cock for a brief moment. I pulled
away, and picked him up again. I set him on his feet, and made him
lean over the bed, supporting himself on his hands. I pulled out a
tube of KY and began to lube him up. With each probe of my finger into
his ass, Bobby wiggled and looked over his shoulder at me. I pressed
my finger into him and he gave me that big white grin full of teeth.
Now I stood behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. He
pushed back against me, earger to feel it up his butt. When I began to
press my cock inside him, however, it hurt him too much. He pulled
away, and couldn't take it. I tried to be gently, and to work him up
with my fingers first, but I was just too big for his ass. Bobby
rolled over and seemed terribly disappointed. He said why didn't we go
back to to the sofa for a repeat performance and I agreed that it was
a good idea. I sat back down and he sat on my lap facing me as before.
I pressed my cock down under him where he could feel it slide up and
down in the crack of his ass, then I pushed him back gently and began
to work his nipples with my tongue. While I sucked him, stroked his
cock with my hand and stroked his ass with my cock, he reached down
and gripped my nipples. Sitting there, thrusting my cock against his
ass, sucking and stroking, I could have been happy for hours. Bobby
was to young to be patient, though. He climbed back up on the back of
the sofa and pressed his cock against my face again. As I took the
head of his cock into my mouth, though, I got an idea. I stopped
sucking him, and lowered him slowly toward my cock instead. I
positioned us so that he could lower himself onto me, and he took
over. While he bounced up and down, gently working my cock into his
assss in small steps, I reached up and got hold of his chest. I rubbed
my palms up and down his body, tickling his ribs slightly while he
worked to accomodate my cock up his ass. Slowly, Bobby settled himself
onto my lap, while accomodating himself to having my cock inside him.
When he had settled down and had my full length in him I began to
thrust gently. Bobby rocked back and forth on my cock and closed his
eyes with an expression of pure extasy. I leaned forward to suck on
his nipple while I sped up my thrusting and he leaned back to help me
manage both. After only moments in this position, Bobby suddenly shot
a strong second load of cum that covered my chest and his. He got a
glazed look on his face, and put his hands on his knees to help him
find leveage. He began bouncing up and down in time with my thrusts,
and I really began heating up. Moments later, Bobby was sweating and
pumping up and down, taking eight inch slow strokes of my cock up his
ass. I began to thrust faster and he matched me all the way. As I got
close I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders. I pulled him
down on me and as I increased my thrusting I came inside him. I just
pushed him down and held still while my cock pumped him full of juice.
I kissed him, and held it while my cock got soft. When we stood up we
were both exhausted and ready for rest. Later that night we repeated
the performance in my bedroom and still later showered together. I was
looking forward to fucking that slick, slippery ass, but Bobby pulled
a surprise and got me from behind. "That's my boy!"



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