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CHAT OR TRAP?
by Karcamel
-- Author is not native English speaker --
Part 1
My wife is a nurse, and I am a salesman in a hardware store. We are very
ordinary. We live in an apartment building. The apartment has two bedrooms,
a living room with a combined kitchen, and a bathroom. The house has five
floors, and our apartment is on the third.
I'm a middle-aged, slightly stomached, bald man. Height of an ordinary
man, and looking like an ordinary man. You could say I reach the average by
all measures. Neighbors and co-workers probably think I'm the kind of
trustworthy and responsible father in the family. And that's what I think
it is. At least if I am asked.
My wife is a couple of years younger than me. Not slender but not fat
stable either. She is quite short. Pretty nice ass but small tits. A
regular brown-haired woman wearing glasses. She's not very active sexually,
and it annoys me at times. I've been fucking whores, but it wasn't my
thing, I quit that hobby pretty soon, but I discovered a new area of
interest.
I have a son, eleven-year-old Jackson, Jack, as we call him. He is a
mediocre student in the fifth grade; not bad, but by no means great
either. He's not stupid, certainly not, but he can't focus on things other
than just the ones that interest him. Comics, Legos, superhero figures,
friends, action games. All those quite typical things of an eleven-year-old
boy among his peers. He is not very athletic, but nonetheless slim and
sinewy. That's how I was when I was a young boy.
Our daughter is Tina. A fourteen-year-old all the time angry teenage
girl. She gets angry at everything, and nothing is ever right. So I think
she's comical. She wears too tight clothes to be 14. Her mother lets her do
that, and my opinion has not been asked. The girl has pretty small tits and
a tiny pretty ass. Sometimes when I look at her, strange thoughts arise in
me, but I get them out of my mind when I try to think of something
else. Anyway, she looks like every young stallion in the town would want to
fuck her.
As I said, my sex life with me and my wife has faded. We have sex maybe a
couple of times a month, so as a man with normal desires, I had to come up
with something else. I started watching porn, but that too felt blunt after
a while. I once accidentally followed a link that took me to a gay porn
site. There flashed banners where boys or men were in real action with each
other. I don't know what happened, but I noticed I got an erection.
I have never experienced myself as a homosexual, but the thought aroused me
of having sex with another man. I watched the videos and felt the
compelling need to burst out. The rest of the family was already asleep, it
seemed to be over half the night when I sneaked into the toilet and fetched
the paper. The computer was in the living room with no doors, just doorways
to the hallway and kitchen.
I clicked on a video where two men my age kissed and caressed each
other. Their stiff cocks touched each other, and it was so arousing to me
that I came immediately. I was left sitting at the computer for a while I
closed the video. I was wondering if I was getting gay. I hadn't lost
interest in women, so I thought my interest was just a passing phase.
However, it was not temporary. I started watching videos every day,
sometimes even many times a day. I did so whenever the opportunity came. I
was starting to feel kind of stupid that I was wasting my sexuality by
masturbating in front of a PC, while with the same device I might be able
to organize something more concrete. Google dating sites, and I found
them. At first, I was just chatting with other men until I went into video
chat. I wanked with the men, but that too somehow felt empty.
Eventually, I decided to be encouraged and put on a date invitation for a
man. He was my age, and his body was quite similar to mine. Stubble, short hair. That's
what that man was like. He had an insanely large penis that almost didn't
fit in my mouth. Sucking a man's organ for the first time was a different
experience than I had imagined. The cock was kind of soft, even though it
was hard. The man sucked me better than anyone ever. He really knew what he
was doing. And he swallowed my cum, all that I shot into his mouth.
As I said, he really had a big cock. And he wanted to fuck me with it. I
was frightened, but at the same time aroused by the thought that such a big
piece of meat would come inside me and the man would get pleasure from my
ass. I went on all fours, and he greased his cock carefully and pushed it
inside me slowly but firmly. At some point, I was sure my anus would
tear. The man told me to relax and when I managed to do it all started to
go easier.
The man fucked me hard. With each push, I moved a couple of inches
forward. It felt crazy that what I was doing in bed to my wife was now done
to me. He grabbed my cock while he fucked the goodbyes to my ass's
virginity and I shot my seed at his sheets and pillow. The man accelerated,
eventually, his swollen dick swelled further in my ass and started spitting
sperm. I felt it inside me. It was insanely arousing to think that someone
else's semen was deep in my anus.
I met the man a few more times and he taught me everything about sex
between men, and how two males can satisfy each other enjoyably. I
continued chatting and met a few other men. All the meetings were just
sex. I didn't want to create any emotional feelings with those men, somehow
it felt against my character.
One day while I was at work, I set up storage and got to be there all
alone. It gave me a chance to go into a chat and try if I could find
someone interesting with whom to fuck. By googling, I found a new chat
where I was able to choose a chat partner based on his age. I had never
thought I would fuck younger boys, but in this chat, I was able to set the
age limit as low as sixteen. I wasn't seriously thinking about looking for
anything from there. For fun, I tried it.
So I set the age limit at sixteen and waited. After all, since I was almost
in my fifties, I didn't expect to get much contact, so I continued to
arrange the storage shelves. I worked for maybe fifteen minutes when
a small sound of "Ding" came out from the computer. I sat at my desk and saw
how a chatbox had appeared on the page. It read "bigboy wants to chat with
you." I thought for a moment about what I would write but didn't come up
with anything clever.
» Hi, bigboy, what's up? - went a moment until I was replied.
« Hey. I'm ok, how about you?
» Okay too. Where are you writing from?
« Home. I just came from school. Where are you?
» I'm at work. What brought you here to chat? -I asked
« Curiosity, I guess.
» So you're 16?
« I can't log in here if I'm younger, I'm not sixteen yet.
» Okay, but then the curiosity brought you here to see what's going
on here?
« Kind of yeah. Yes, I know what a chat this is.
» Are you interested in this men-to-men stuff? Do you have any
experience with such?
« I don't have anyone. I just watch porn and play with myself.
» Me too. But you would like more?
« I guess so. Yes, I do think so.
» I'm pretty old for your taste. You didn't seem to notice what age
limit you set?
« I set it on purpose.
» Why did you do that, you are a young boy, I don't even know how young you
are?
« An older man would feel more reliable. You are the same age as my
father. It feels safe.
As I said, I had by no means going to look for the company of the young
boys, but somehow an interesting person was revealed behind the boy's text.
» What age are you, exactly? Fifteen? - I asked.
« I dare not say. If I tell you, you leave and it annoys me.
» What if I promise I won't leave, but we can keep talking?
The cursor flashed on the chat page screen. I thought the boy had left and
was closing my browser when a message appeared on the screen again:
« Eleven.
It was my turn to freeze. Eleven. A fifth-grader. He could be my son's
classmate. Can such a young person think about sex?
» Eleven ?? - I wrote.
« Now you're leaving, aren’t you?
» I'm not going anywhere. I'm just wondering, aren't you a little
young for all this?
« Why would I be if I know what I want?
» I have a son who is the same age as you. I find it hard to imagine
him being interested in these things.
« All boys my age are interested in sex, but usually, no one dares to
do anything. I dare if I find someone reliable. I would like my dad to do
it, but I can't ask him to do that.
» Well, of course, you can't. That could be a little too weird.
Noises were heard from the warehouse door, and someone was coming in.
» Unfortunately I have to go now.
« Can you give me your email address? The boy concluded.
I gave him an anonymous email address from which I could not be traced. I
didn't want any problems for myself. The boy said at the end of the
conversation that he would put me some interesting mail.
The workday ended and I went home. My daughter was annoyed by
something. Jack was sitting at the computer and playing some loud game
where guns banged and bombs exploded. My wife put on dinner. Ordinary
everyday life. At some point in the evening, before going to bed, I
remembered what the boy had said. He had told me to send me something, and
I felt like I had to see if he had done so.
I went to the email on my cell phone. One message on an anonymous account
from bb2011. The subject of the message was only briefly "Hello." Two words
in the message: "Answer me."
The message had an attachment that I need to click open. I don't know which
it was, shock or surprise, but there was a photo of the boy's penis
attached. It was rigid and pointed towards the roof even though it had been
taken while standing. The tip of the dick was a darker red than its rod,
and it was prominently exposed as the foreskin had been pulled back.
I was left staring at the picture. A small, flawless, naturally hairless,
ready-to-action,
11-year-old dick. I felt my own organ start to harden. The
picture made me aroused, and it felt sinful. I didn't want to feel anything
like that about the little boy, but I had to admit that he was starting to
get me really interested. Meanwhile, my son was walking past me, and he
only had a towel in front of him when he was going to take a shower. I
looked at his naked back and round buttocks, and I thought the boy I was
talking to would be just that.
The next day I was working at the store side, so I didn't have a chance to
go check my email. However, during lunch, I went to a cafe around the
corner. I ordered two pizza slices and a big coffee. I sat in the lodge and
looked at my phone. An email had arrived. Nickname -big boy- asked if I got
his picture and if I liked it. I knew I had to be an adult, and I shouldn't
go into any silly game, so I replied that I got a picture and that it was not
wise to send one to strangers.
I left the e-mail program open and set the phone to notify me of incoming
messages. In the afternoon, I felt in my pocket how the phone vibrated
announcing an incoming message. The boy asked if I could chat with him. I
told him I couldn't do that at home, and that it would be best for us to
let it be and forget the whole thing. However, I looked again at the
picture he had sent. Small and stiff, beautiful penis. I wondered what it
might be like to take it in my mouth and suck it. I tried to banish such
thoughts. After all, I replied to him that after work I could go to a cafe
and chat with him for a few minutes. After closing the phone, I was amazed
at what I had gone to promise the boy.
I was sitting in the cafe around the corner again. I texted the boy that I
could chat for a little while. I didn't understand myself, that kind of
behavior wasn't in my range of behavior. Soon the phone ting.
« Hi, nice to have you talking to me.
» Well. I shouldn't do this, you know it too, that's not
appropriate, at least not from me who's an adult.
« Don't be angry. What did you like about my picture? Be honest?
» I don't know what to say. It was boldly done by you, as far as I
can tell.
« Do you have a picture?
» About my penis?
« Yes. I'd like to see it.
» I can't send one like that to you. - The boy's request made blood
circulate at my lower end. I wondered what it would be like if a boy
watched my cock and maybe masturbated while watching it.
« Please. Please be so kind. No one gets to know. Tell me now, did
you like my... thing?
« Umm. It was undeniably a great picture. I shouldn't say this, but
you have a strong and good-looking dick.
« Oh thank you. But it's so small.
» All in time boy, it will grow with age. - Now I had a shocking
erection.
« I measured it yesterday. It's exactly 3 in (7.6 cm). Pathetically
small. I'm ashamed.
» I don't think you're ashamed at all. You wouldn't have sent a
picture of it if you were embarrassed.
« I don't even have pubic hair, isn't that embarrassing too?
» Of course, you don't. You shouldn't have them yet. And there's
nothing to be ashamed of. I think your genital area was very ... nice
looking and interesting.
« Guess what I'm doing here. - the boy changed the subject.
» Heh, you're wanking.
« How did you guess that?
» This is only for us... I would like to too, but I'm sitting in a
cafe. - I started to be in a mood where I couldn't control myself.
Then my phone rang. My wife called and asked if I was coming home and she
gave me a list of everything I had to buy from the store on the way home. I
promised the boy that we would get back to it as soon as possible. It
started to feel like I wouldn't get away with it but in just one way.
In the evening I was sitting in the corner of the couch. My wife was
watching some silly reality show and I played with my phone. I opened the
duck duck browser and searched for images with the keyword 11 yo
boy. Thousands of pictures were naturally found. I was trying to imagine
what it would be like to spend an intimate moment with someone in the
pictures. I found a lot of images of the boys just in their swimwear.
Firm and slender bodies, tanned skins, tight asses. Some tiny bulges in swimming
trunks. I enjoyed what I saw. It felt crazy that even a few days ago I
wouldn't have any reactions to such images in any way. I told my wife I was
going to clean up a little. I jerked off and shoot the seeds on the shower
wall. Then I shaved my lower end bare and took a picture. After the shower,
I went to the balcony to cool off and then I sent the boy a short and
simple message with a picture:
» Would you like to meet me?
Just before I went to bed, I checked my emails. The boy had answered just
as simply:
« Yes.
I replied that I would return to him the next day and wished him a good
night.
Part 2
The next morning everything went quite normally. My wife made coffee. We
sat with the whole family at the table. There was no hurry anywhere, it was
Saturday. We talked about what everyone had done during the week: hobbies,
school, and life in general. My daughter had started playing tennis as a
hobby and asked me to watch the training sometimes. It sounded fun and
interesting. She was quite tall for her age with long legs and
arms. Suitable body for a tennis player. My son had gotten B + from algebra
experiments and it was just fine for him, I was pathetically miserable at
school myself in math.
My wife said she hurt her back at work yesterday after having to lift a
patient. He had asked for a little lighter work for a moment, but it was in
vain. My wife didn't think her supervisor was very qualified or nice. The
coffee tasted good, and the sandwiches were tasty, but everything that
happened around me felt secondary, my thoughts were somewhere else. I
wondered what kind of moral backbone I would lack if I did something
irreversible with a boy who was the same age as my child. I watched as Jack
laughed at something his sister said. I had two beautiful children, and it
was a clear thing.
It seemed impossible to think that a man my age would push his cock into my
son's mouth, the mouth with which he was just chewing on a sandwich. Or lay
naked on top of such a child, pushing his hips against that little and
delicate creature. Cuming into his ass. For some reason, my moral alarm
clock remained silent, I think it was a whole different thing to think of
something sexual about someone stranger than my own child. I tried
banishing the idea and go back to chatting with my family.
After breakfast, I picked up my phone and went to the bathroom. I texted
the boy and asked if he was still interested in meeting me. I got an answer
almost immediately. The answer was not only positive, but he also asked
when and where. He said that because it was a weekend, he would be able to
move around and be away from home easily for even longer. Could it really
happen that I could fuck the little boy? Ideas began to move in my brain. I
started to outline some workable scenarios.
» Want to meet somewhere outside? In a park? At the ice cream parlor?
- I didn't have to wait long for an answer.
« Anything works for me. I live near Maple Park and it would be nice
if we could meet somewhere nearby. I have a bike and can come elsewhere as
well.
Near Maple Park! That sounded a nice coincidence. Our own house is located
just half a mile from that park.
Maple Park is perfect. Would you like to meet me on a certain day?
I asked.
« How about today? The faster the better. I really look forward to
meeting you.
» So do I. But I'm a little scared. Promise me this isn't a trap. I don't
want any problems. I've never done anything like this before.
« No trap, I promise. What if we end up wanting more than just
chatting? - The boy asked. He was surprisingly confident and determined. It
felt good,
» There's no way we could go to my home. There's my wife and kids.
« Too bad :( - the boy replied.
» But surely we'll come up with something if the situation calls for it. - I
was thinking of booking a hotel room.
We agreed to meet at four in the afternoon in Maple Park. The boy said
there is a gardener's shed behind the playground, a small booth with a
bench next to it. I did know the place well, but I didn't mention it, I
said I'll definitely find it. We end up chatting. I again looked at the
picture the boy had sent. A small and stiff child's penis that wanted the
attention of an adult man. Incredibly arousing thought, I wanted to jerk
off, but I restrained my lust.
In the morning I went to a big supermarket with my wife. It was the kind of
hypermarket where you could find everything you needed in your life. My
wife wanted to watch the clothes (Surprise?) I wasn't interested in that at
all (Surprise again?). I, therefore, went to the sports department for a
while, even though I didn't think I could find anything there myself. And I
didn't go there for any particular reason.
I watched the boy sitting on the stool. He had lifted the leg of his pants
up to his knee and fitted a shin guard. His father looked at other similar
sizes. He asked the boy if the boy has the right size. The boy was perhaps
10-11 years old. Kind of like my mystical Big Boy, I thought he might very
well be just like him. I was wondering if I would fuck that boy. Yes. Yes,
I would have loved to have sex with that boy. I left before I paid too much
attention to myself.
I cooked lunch with my wife; garlic potatoes and pork chops. My wife made
the potatoes, and I baked the chops. At the same time, my daughter was in
her own room, when heard some noise that could be considered music; an
effective beat on which someone shouted in a defiant voice something vague
shit. Before there was a melody in music, today it was just mindless speech
with poorly functioning rhymes. Jack wanted to chop the vegetables into the
salad. He chopped tomatoes next to me, his head just reaching the height of
my shoulder.
I wondered how tall the mystery boy might have been. Would he be the same?
My thoughts began to move toward the upcoming meeting. I wondered what it
would be like to fuck a child the size of my son, and I got an erection
from it. Again, I wanted to reduce the pressure by jerking off, but I
wanted to save all that energy for an afternoon meeting.
At two o'clock we were sitting at the table again with the whole family. My
daughter had Ear Buds in her ears, and I asked her to take them off. She did it
reluctantly, luckily that time I didn't have to get angry with her. Forks
and knives squeak on the plates. I wondered how I would be able to leave
home at four o'clock without raising questions until my wife broke the
silence.
"What would you think if I went to see Cindy for the evening?" My wife
asked. "We would have a little wine and talk. We haven't met in a while,
and I think it would be really nice. "
"Hmmm. That would certainly be nice, no doubt. Of course, it's ok for
me. What time did you think to leave? " I asked.
"As soon as we've eaten? If you kindly offer me a ride, will I come back
home by taxi or Uber?
I couldn't believe my ears. I wouldn't need any excuses to leave home, but
I wouldn't have time to take my wife to his friend and come back at
four. Women tend to leave slowly, it's not as easy as men who put on a
jacket and say bye. I had to get in touch with the mystery boy and move the
appointment a little. So I ate fast and locked myself in the toilet again
to text. We agreed to meet half an hour later.
My wife's getting ready turned out to be just as painfully slow as I
feared. She stayed in the shower for at least 20 minutes. It wasn't obvious
to her what kind of pants she would put on, or whether she would put on a
skirt. The hair, of course, had to be dried and light makeup finished on
the face. You shouldn't look bad in the eyes of your friends, especially if
you haven't met them in a long time. Fortunately, the bottle of red wine
found in the cupboard was of good enough quality, so there was no need to
go to buy it. It would have taken at least an hour to choose it. I looked
at my cell phone and thought I might not get to the park at half-past four.
Finally, my wife was ready to leave. It was already four o'clock. It would
take about 20 minutes to drive to his friend and the same back home. There
was no way I could go to the park at the agreed time, so I had to postpone
the meeting for another half hour. Fortunately, it was no problem for the
boy. I told my kids I would bring the car home and go have a few beers at a
local bar so I wouldn't come home right away. There was a good excuse here,
as going to a bar can sometimes take longer than planned. It was a good
excuse because going to a bar can sometimes take longer than planned.
I took my wife and returned home. I parked my car in its place and went for
a walk towards the park. I looked at the time on the phone. I had fifteen
minutes before the meeting. However, I decided to be there in good time and
went straight to the park. I walked past the playground. There were about
half a dozen screaming and laughing toddlers and a couple of maybe 8-9
years old girls. Mothers watched their children as they gossiped. They
looked at me tightly as I walked past. I felt guilty, the women were, of
course, vigilant that no pedophile would come to the scene to watch or, in
the worst case, do something bad.
The shed was located right behind the playground, and the bench was on the
other side of the shed, so the line of sight to the playing children was
cut off. The sun was shining, and the day was warm. The bench was
fortunately shaded by large basswood. I looked at my cell phone. There were
no new messages from the boy. It was close to the agreed time. I looked
around and tried to figure out the boy from the crowd, but I didn't
succeed.
Pre-teen girls had come from the playground to do gymnastics on the lawn in
front of me. Once again, I felt something I hadn't noticed before. The
girls wore tight shorts and skinny shirts. Their hips were narrow, and
their butts were small and tight. Neither had the slightest sign of
breasts, they were perfectly flat. They were hot, fucking sexy little
girls.
Then from behind the shed, from the bush, I heard rustling, and I thought
it might be a mysterious boy I had come to meet. My thoughts got out of the
little girls quickly. The boy had chosen a shortcut for his route. I didn't
turn to look, I just heard the footsteps in the sand.
The boy walked out from behind the bench and was shocked. I became
distraught, wondering how I had gotten into such a situation The boy who
came through the fence was Jack. My own son! We looked at each other for a
moment, completely silently.
"He-hey, Ja-ck. You are here." I said, stammering.
"Hi, dad. Yeah, yeah. That's right, yeah. " Jack looked puzzled and as
frightened as I for sure did.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the bar? " He asked.
"Y-yes, yes. And I'm going there. Yes, I'm just leaving. I thought of
pausing for a moment to sit because it is comfortably shady here. Where are
you going? "
"To somewhere. I don't know. I'm just walking here. " Jack said a little
more confused.
The situation began to feel dangerous. I had to make sure the mystery boy
didn't come as long as Jack was present. I had a cell phone in my hand, so
I quickly texted the boy:
»Don't come yet. There is a little situation here. My son showed
up. You will probably see us if you are already coming. Come only
a short time after he leaves.
I pressed the - send button and the message was left. At the same time, Jack's
phone beeped. Jack took his phone and read the message. Then he looked at
me with his mouth open eyes wide open. I understood the situation at the
same moment as my son did. He sat next to me.
"Daddy." He sighed in a quiet voice full of amazement.
"Jack." I answered. "Big Boy?"
We were quiet for a long time. We sat side by side and stared at our
shoes. Then Jack asked:
"What happens next, Dad?"
"Good Christ! I do not know. This is extremely embarrassing, isn't it? I
didn't know you were.. you... or I mean ... "
"Neither do I, Dad. Why did this happen? Are you... ?"
"A pedophile? I'm not, I know what you mean. I'm not. I've never done this
before, but you were smart and got me excited. Don't be embarrassed, I
don't blame you for anything, we're both equally guilty here. "
"I guess so." My son sighed.
We sat again for a long time without saying a word.
"Would you have been..? as you wrote, ready for that?" I asked.
"I probably would. I don't know. Perhaps. And you?"
"Probably me too, I guess I can't deny it. Now it all feels completely
crazy."
"If I had been the person you were waiting for, what do you think would
have happened?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. If the situation had progressed naturally and smoothly, I
would probably have wanted what I wrote about. " I answered.
"Me too."
Jack leaned forward and spun his right running shoe in the sand, redrawing
the eight to it over and over again. I looked at him and noticed that when
the worst fear had passed, he looked disappointed and depressed. I laid my
hand on his back and stroked it to comfort him. He was wearing a purple
T-shirt and loose Nike running pants. The hem of the shirt was on top of
the pants, and when he bent over it rose so high that his lower back was
left bare. I looked at it and wondered what I was missing when the
situation turned out to be like this.
First, I patted my son on the shoulder. Then I stroked his back, comforting
him. It felt strange to be a comforter in a situation like this. I mean, to
comfort my own child because he didn't get the sex he wanted. But I moved
my hand lower. I had an irresistible urge to touch his skin. I pressed my
hand against his bare lower back and made a slow spinning motion on it. His
skin felt soft, and I could feel the joints in his spine against my
fingers. I got encouraged and raised my hand higher under his shirt. The hem of
the shirt was against my elbow, and I pressed his shoulder under the
shirt. He leaned on me.
I moved my hand lower. Now that the boy was leaning on me, I reached out to
touch more of his body. I moved my hand first to his side and from there
slowly towards his stomach. I caressed his warm and soft stomach and headed
higher. I squeezed his chest. It had nothing but skin and a stiff little
nipple. I looked around, but no one paid any attention to us, I kissed his
short hair.
It occurred to me that Jack had written he would have wanted his father to
be more interested in him sexually. Now I tried to make him feel like I
really was. Jack first lowered his hand to my thigh and then moved it a
little higher. My cock was rock hard on my trouser leg as he touched it
through the cloth. He squeezed it.
"Are you thinking the same as I am?" I asked.
"Yes, Dad. Or I hope so. "
"I was wondering if your sister is at home?"
"She went to town with her friends."
"Mom isn't there either. Do you want us to go home?"
"Yes."
Part 3
We walked across the park. This time the mothers of the toddlers didn't pay
attention to me, after all, I had a child with me. The sandy path in the
park raised a little dust on our feet as we stepped at the same pace toward
home. The mood was tense, and neither of us could find the words. I put my
hand on Jack's shoulder, and he looked at me with a smile.
We were on our way to somewhere there was no going back, but we were both
determined. By no means wouldn't be canceled what we were heading, and
Jack didn't show the slightest hint of hesitation. I looked at my son,
whose blond-haired head barely reached the height of my shoulder. He looked
sexy in the full essence of a child. I got an erection when I thought about
all the wonderful things we would soon do for each other.
Halfway home was an ice cream parlor. Usually, we used to go to buy ice
cream from it, but this time we had other plans.
"Want some ice cream?" I asked.
"No thanks." Jack replied, looking at me. Then he chuckled.
I looked at the boy's lips, which he had eaten ice cream with good desire
many times before. I wondered how he had licked the ice cream bar and
sucked it in his mouth. Now, maybe instead of ice cream, he would take
something completely different in his mouth, and suck and lick it.
"Father." Jack started. "Are you disappointed that I was the one you wrote
with?"
"Jack, no hell! I'm certainly not disappointed, but happy. I want to feel
your skin against mine. I want to kiss that sweet mouth of yours. I want to
touch you everywhere, and I want you to do the same for me. Does that sound
bad? "
"It sounds good, Dad. I am terribly excited. "
"So am I, boy. So am I. "
We got to the house and took the elevator. I could no longer restrain
myself, but bowed and kissed my son. I put my tongue in his mouth, found
his tongue, and started playing with it. However, the elevator rose to the
third floor quickly. Eventually, we were in the hallway and looked into
each other's eyes. I went to my knees and pulled off Jack's T-shirt. I
looked at his naked upper body. Needless to say, I had seen it countless
times before, but now it was different, it was sexy and arousing.
Jack grabbed my shirt and began to lift it up. I raised my hand as if
surrendered, and he pulled it off me. We were facing each other without
shirts. Jack got down on his knees as well. He put his hand against my
hairy chest and felt it. I put my hand on his neck and bent down to kiss
him. Jack opened his mouth, and I bit his lower lip. We began to eat each
other's mouths. Our wet lips and tongues joined in the wild play. I put my
hand on the front of Jack's running pants. I felt his rigid organ with my
hand. I moved my fingers on it and squeezed it with my palm.
Then with one hand, I started to squeeze his tight backside. No ass had
ever felt as elastic and tight, and especially not so small. It was the
most wonderful ass in the world. I put my hand between his round pears and
pushed my hand deeper into the valley they formed. I gently pressed his
asshole and felt it throbbing from the touch. I licked his cheek and moved
to the ear, kissing.
"Is everything okay?" I whispered to him.
"Uh-huh." my son replied.
"Do you like this?" I asked as I squeezed his stiff dick.
"Yes, Dad."
I nibbled his earlobe and he caressed my neck.
"Do you want to fuck with Dad?" I asked because I was absolutely convinced
that he knew what fucking meant.
"Absolutely, Dad. I want you to push this deep into my ass. " he said and
at the same time squeezed my cock under my pants.
"Jack, you're one-of-a-kind. I love you." I sighed softly.
I grabbed my son under his armpits and lifted him up. I took his hand in my
hand and lead us to the children's room, which he shared with his sister.
There was a hook in the door that I put in place as safety when I closed
it. There were legos on the floor from which some kind of motorcycle had
been built, we were careful not to hurt our soles on them. Jack's bed had
been made. The bedspread was light blue and had pictures of various yellow
and green robots. Above the headboard was a poster on the wall that read --
The Boldly Go -- and An image of a starry sky torn open by a large
silver-colored spaceship. Everything was typically exactly as it should be
in the world of an 11-year-old boy.
We settled down to lie on a narrow bed. Jack was lying on his back, and I
was on my side next to him. The bed was a little short for me, but it
didn't bother me, we hadn't come to sleep in it. I kissed the boy. His
tongue welcomed my tongue and then we kissed passionately. I caressed his
penis over his running pants. I opened the string with one pull and pushed
my hand into his pants. My fingers flew under the waistband of his
underpants, straight to their destination. I pressed the rigid shaft of the
small dick. And then grabbed it a little higher, the foreskin covered all
the glory, and it made its beating easy.
Jack sighed into my mouth as my tight grip squeezed his eager mini cock. I
felt the boy fumble with his hand on my stomach. I lifted my hips a little
higher until he reached to touch the cock with which he had been made. I
opened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. It was a little difficult with one
hand, but I succeeded in the end. I pulled my plump cock to freedom, and
Jack grabbed it immediately.
We kissed and squeezed each other's organs. We gasped heavily, and after a
while, I started to pull Jack's pants down. I got them pushed to his knees,
at the same time both running pants and panties. I went to the floor on my
knees and stripped my son's lower body totally naked, he no longer had any
clothes on. I admired his little cock standing boldly for a moment, spat on
it, and began to jerk it off.
The slightly thicker tip of the penis held the foreskin underneath. I
gently squeezed his testicles. I felt the little plums inside the leather
bag and thought that maybe one day he too would get himself a son, and
maybe he too would teach his child sex skills. I held the sacks in a gentle
grip and kissed the joint between them and the shaft. Then I slowly started
to lift my mouth higher by licking and sucking. I took the tip of the cock
between my lips and swirled my tongue around it.
Jack sighed and groaned. He watched his cock and me uncompromisingly as I
completely dipped it in my mouth. It's hard to say exactly what size skin
stick I put in my mouth, I guess it wasn't longer than 4 inches (10
cm). Thin but eager. Jack was in a half-sitting and half-lying position on
the edge of the bed. He had put the pillow behind his back and caressed my
bald head with both hands. I sucked on his genitals at a steady pace, and
he responded with short pelvic movements.
After a while, my son began to press my head against him at an
ever-increasing pace. I felt in my hand how his testicles rose higher and
then he came into my mouth. His little boy organ was pounding in my mouth
trying to fly the cum he couldn't produce yet. But that didn't stop him
from having the strongest orgasm I've ever seen. His hips banged on my
forehead and he shouted and howled so loudly that the neighbors could hear
it for sure. I wished the ventilation window was closed, otherwise, his
voice would've been heard in the yard. It was an amazing feeling all at
once. My own child got an orgasm in my mouth. Wow!
Jack panted with his eyes closed. His small penis showed no sign of
softening. I took off my pants and stood in front of Jack's bed as my dick
stood almost purple. The boy opened his eyes and looked at my cock. I had
shaved my pubic hair on a short stubble and had no hair in the
sacks. Thanks to One blade! I didn't have to ask Jack, he leaned forward
himself and grabbed my manhood. He pulled the foreskin forward and backward
until he gently took the tip of the cock in his mouth. I stroked his blond
hair as he sucked me deeper and deeper into his mouth.
The boy was, of course, incompetent to give a blowjob, so his teeth felt
bad at times. But I didn't want to spoil the mood by starting to advise him
because he had a huge desire to satisfy me. He sucked and kissed my dick,
and I enjoyed the moment as if it were my last. Then he took the cock out
of his mouth and slowly jerked it, raising his gaze to me.
"Daddy. Do you want to fuck me? " Jack's straightforwardness completely
surprised me. In a good way.
"Oh, of course. So you want me to fuck your pretty ass? " I asked with a
little uncertainty in my voice.
"I know what it is, I've watched porn. I want you to come inside me. I want
to know how it feels. "
"It might be a little painful, at least for a beginner." I said. I got down
on my knees, and we had our noses facing each other as Jack sat on the edge
of the bed. I licked his mouth and kissed his cheek. I nibbled his earlobe
and whispered:
"It doesn't work just like that. We need some lubricant. " I continued
kissing him as we caressed each other's penises.
"Tina has a lotion!" Jack exclaimed and jumped into his sister's
closet. There was a bottle of moisturizer that Jack put in my hand. I
looked at the bottle. It told that it contains safflower oil, squalane, and
macadamia nut oil, which is an ideal combination. Safflower oil is a
natural source of essential fatty acids, especially linoleic acid, which we
tend to lose as we age, and squalane and macadamia oil are similar to the
oil that is within the human body, which makes them highly compatible.
Heh, Ok. My cock is starting to get quite old, and this will definitely
rejuvenate it considerably. I thought amused.
"It might work." I said and pressed the ointment into my palm. It was thick
and slippery. I asked Jack to get up in bed and go on all fours. The boy
got up excited and went to his knees on the bed. He put his hands on the
headboard and was really in an optimal position to be fucked. I sat behind
him and squeezed a good-smelling cream from the bottle onto his butt crack,
from which it began to flow toward the hole. I rubbed the lotion around
the opening and then greased my cock.
I placed my cock on top of the opening and slowly pushed it forward. I put
one hand between his lower abdomen and thighs, and with the other, I guided
my penis to the target. The feeling was intoxicating. I had washed and
wiped that same ass when Jack was still a baby and a toddler, and now I was
pushing my cock in there. The boy's sphincter tried to prevent penetration,
and I asked him to relax a little. I told him that's the only way to enjoy
anal sex.
I continued slowly, only a third of an inch at a time. Jack's back was
arched, and he had raised his eyes to the ceiling. I had already gotten so
deep into the cave of his pleasure that
I no longer had to guide my penis
with my hand. I grabbed his hip with both hands and started making a slow
fucking movement back and forth. The lotion did its job, at least for
now. Slowly but firmly, I immersed my thick flesh in my son until my hips
stopped in his buttocks. I couldn't get any deeper.
"Jack, I'm completely inside you." I gasped. "Do you like Dad's cock?"
"Uhh! Yes, Dad! I love it." Jack replied, and I heard a slight pain in his
voice. I pulled and pushed hard a few times, and then I took my cock out of
Jack's ass. I squeezed a large dose of moisturizer over my cock and pushed
myself all the way in with one push.
"Jack, I'm completely inside you." I gasped. "Do you like Dad's darling?"
"Uhh... Yes, Dad! I love it." Jack answered, and I heard a small pain in
his voice. I pulled and pushed hard a few times, and then I took my cock
out of Jack's plea. I squeezed a large dose of moisturizer over my cock and
pushed myself all the way in with one push.
"Aaah ouch!" Jack gasped.
"Am I too harsh?"
"No, no, Dad, you are not. Fuck me! "
And I fucked. I fucked more enjoyably than ever. My son's narrow bed began
to make threatening noises. It creaked and banged as I shoved my thick
flesh into my little boy. I leaned lower and grabbed the end of the bed
too. My hairy chest scratched the boy's back, and my forehead was against
the back of his skull. Jack turned his head, and I reached out to kiss his
mouth. We were joined at each other at both ends. The room smelled of a
mixture of sex and moisturizer.
"Cum inside me, Dad. I want you to spray your seeds inside me. " Jack
stammered against my lips.
I needed no more. Even though I wanted to fuck my son's little ass
endlessly, the arousal was too great. I could feel the tidal wave rising
from somewhere deep in the bottom of my stomach. It tickled the testicles
on the way to the tip of the cock. The first explosion was enormous. I shot
it while I was as deep inside the boy as it could be. The semen flew under
tremendous pressure deep into the boy's rectum.
The second pulse of orgasm was breaking my consciousness as his sphincter
was around the tip of my cock. That was fantastic. I continued to fuck hard
while my cock swelled and throbbed with the slimy juice inside my baby boy.
I could feel the sweat burning in my eyes and running down my cheeks.
My cock was beating for a long time even though it had already fired all its
stuff into the depths of his ass.
We both leaned against the wall, squeezing the headboard. My sweaty skin
was against his. We gasped like 100m sprinters after the finish line. We
were quiet, not moving, just trying to recover from intense intercourse. My
cock started to shrink inside Jack and I felt like the watery combination
of sperm and skin lotion was pouring from his ass hole into my testicles
and down to the light blue bedspread and robots.
I felt sinful. What we just did was taboo. Still, I didn't feel the
slightest remorse. It had been amazing and I had never enjoyed sex as much
before. At least I don't remember getting better. It felt amusing that the
best fuck of my life was my 11-year-old son.
"What's on your mind?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"My ass is burning." Jack replied, but the tone of voice didn't sound
negative.
"You have the world's most enjoyable ass, son." I answered and then there
was a really loud bang! And the bed broke in the middle. We fell to the
floor with naked bodies on top of the legos. It really did hurt, but we
just looked at each other and laughed.
"I guess we're going to Ikea." I said, and we laughed again.
"Fine. Let's buy a wider bed where we can then fuck. " Jack said.
We bought a bigger and more durable bed. And that bed got to experience
dozens of enjoyable moments with us.
The end
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