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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part One
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON.
Chapter 1.
Mark Gordon stretched back into the seat, basking in the
morning sun as it streamed through the bay window into his bedroom.
He yawned sleepily, almost dozing in the sun, then he stretched out
lazily. The sun glistened in his dark brown hair, reflecting off
and intensifying the reddish highlights. He turned back to look as
his friend Adrian who lounged comfortably on the bed. He liked
Adrian. They had been best friends beginning from about two weeks
after he and his father had moved into the big old house at the end
of the street. That had been nearly six years ago, right after his
mother had left for good. Mark had long forgotten why his mother
had left and the events that led up to her departure had been pushed
into the innermost recesses of his mind.
Mark leaned forward and picked up the plastic model of a
Porsche 928-S4 that he'd finished only two days ago. He'd been
lonely for the two weeks while Adrian was away visiting his uncle
in the country. Assembling the intricate model of the car had
helped to pass the long days he spent by himself. But now Adrian
was back and they still had about three weeks of summer holidays
left before school started. Already the two boys were bored. It was
almost too hot to go outside.
"You did a really cool job, Mark," Adrian said. "This is the
best one ever."
Mark looked up at his friend and away from his current
activity of running the car along the window sill. Mark was making
a small growling noise as he pretended to change gears. He braked
his imaginary Porsche, "I'm gonna get one of these when I'm older.
These are the best cars ever built." His voice was slightly higher
pitched than Adrian's but both boys were still prepubescent. They
were still filled with the daydreams of youth, the unfilled
longings for the things of which their fantasies were made off. The
chromed wheels of the model car sparkled in the sun as Mark reversed
it back towards himself, "The S4 can do 170 you know. And zero to
sixty in a bit under five seconds! It's got like 340 horse power,"
he added accelerating the car down the window sill again.
"You wanna take it out on the driveway again?" Adrian asked.
"Nah, maybe later, when it cools down. It's too hot out there
now." Mark twisted away and placed the model car back in its
assigned spot, next to the 930 Porsche and the Corvette. "So what
did you and your uncle do while you were away?" he asked.
Adrian looked up suddenly from contemplating his shoes, "Huh?"
he said in surprise. "Oh", he shrugged, "Not a lot. Mostly he worked
around the farm during the day. He got up pretty early, so he could
work before it got too hot. I helped him a bit, he let me drive the
tractor a coupla times too. Most afternoons we went swimming in the
creek."
"Cool! It was pretty dull around here without you," Mark said.
The boy looked out the window absently as he scratched his bare
leg. The house cleaner had already left for the day. The big old
house was filled with a quiet coolness and the lemony smell of
furniture polish drifting in the air. The two boys were alone until
Mark's father came home from work in the evening. "So, you wanna
watch TV or something?" Mark asked his friend.
Adrian shrugged, "Nothing much on yet. Just the soaps and
stuff. You got any new videos."
"I tried to get my dad to buy me one on the weekend, but he
couldn't find one he liked. I wanted the new Dirty Harry one, but
there was no way," Mark said. "So what do you wanna do?" Adrian
shrugged and sighed quietly as he looked away into the distant
corner of the room. It bothered Mark. Normally Adrian had all the
ideas when they were bored. His friend was inattentive, almost
paying no attention to him. He'd never seen Adrian like this
before. He'd always been kind of quiet, but this was different. It
was like something was eating at his friend. Mark tried the direct
approach. "So what's the problem, Adrian?" he asked as he flipped
at the curtains in frustration and increasing boredom.
"Nothing!" the other boy replied curtly. There was a resentful
note in his voice as if Mark's curiosity had somehow invaded his
privacy.
Mark looked at Adrian, "Nothing? Okay, have it your way," he
said. The other boy smiled weakly, almost grateful that Mark had
backed off. "You wanna do our dicks?" Mark asked quietly,
hopefully.
At that Adrian looked back at Mark, "Huh?"
"You heard me. Well do you?" he asked.
Adrian smiled and swallowed as he looked at Mark seriously,
"Here,... now,...?"
"No dummy! Out in the back yard when my dad comes home. What
do you think?"
Adrian giggled as the image crossed his mind. "He'd be
pissed", he smiled.
"You're not wrong 'bout that. Well do you?" Mark asked again
persistently. Adrian nodded and twisted onto one side of the bed
to make space for his friend as Mark padded across the room in his
bare feet. He flopped down on the bed, sitting barely inches away
from the other boy. Already he could feel the now familiar surge
inside him as his pent-up desire surfaced. Mark was more aware of
Adrian's body than he'd ever been in the past. He could feel the
familiar warmth and growing sensation in his groin. He was becoming
hard the way he always did whenever his attention was directed to
that small though very sensitive part of his young body. "You wanna
take off all our clothes this time?" Mark asked as he started to
undo the metal clasp of his shorts.
Adrian shook his head as he concentrated on his zipper. Then
he lay back and lifted his buttocks up of the bed, tugging his
shorts downward to his knees at the same time as Mark. For a second
Mark glanced at his friend's exposed body. The small penis was hard
and sticking outward like his own. The other boy's testicles hung
loosely in the silky folds of his scrotum while his own little
testicles formed a little rounded, wrinkled lump underneath his
penis. Their penises were almost the same size when they were limp.
If anything Adrian's penis was a fraction longer and thicker,
although Mark hadn't been circumcised and he was about two inches
taller and few pounds heavier. When the boys were erect the
difference in size was more visible. After many measurements the
indisputable fact was that Adrian's penis was somewhere between a
half-inch and three-quarters-of-an-inch longer than Mark's. Mark
argued that the former was the accurate measurement, while Adrian
held out for the latter. At eleven years old, a fraction of an inch
is important. However, the difference didn't end there. Adrian's
penis was thicker. It was a flat wedge-like shape that tapered
outward from a broad base and seemed to join to his pubis as an
extension of his belly muscles. Mark's penis was thinner and the
attachment to his pubis was marked by a little furrow on the sides
and top. It seemed to come from underneath him as an attachment to
his lower belly.
The two boys looked up, their eyes meeting. Their immature
bodies almost quivered with excitement as they reached toward each
other's genitals. Their fingers were outstretched and seeking the
comforting hard warmth of the other boy as their hands were drawn
inexorably closer to the other boy's sex organs. As Adrian's hand
closed around Mark's penis and pulled down to retract the foreskin
over the little bulbous head, Mark sighed. His penis flexed
instinctively, jumping happily. "I missed you," Mark said
plaintively, "I missed doing this too," he added as an
afterthought. His hand now closed possessively around Adrian's
penis and his fingers pressed into his palm, his thumb stroking the
tip of the other boy's penis.
"We're dick buddies," Adrian grinned.
"Huh? What did you say?" Mark asked. He was now engrossed in
the wonderfully feelings that spread outward from his groin and
tingled up his spine. He felt warm and happy all over, the silky
soft skin of Adrian's throbbing penis hot in his hand.
"We're dick buddies, 'cause we like each other's dicks".
"Yeahhhh", Mark sighed again.
Adrian sighed too, settling his head back into the pillows.
His eyes were half-closed in bliss as he gently caressed his
friend's penis, stroking the short hard shaft and tickling the
little knot of his balls, then going back to rub the delicate little
head between his thumb and first finger, "Yeah!" he said quietly.
Unlike Mark who was grinning happily, secure and content in the
playful touching, his heart beating fast, Adrian was almost
detached from the gentle game. His thoughts were elsewhere.
After about a minute, Mark looked up curiously. "So what's the
problem, Adrian?" he asked his friend.
"I already told you. Nothing! Okay? Just leave me alone." Mark
swallowed, taking his hand away quickly from Adrian's penis. "No
dummy, I didn't mean that. I mean,... well,... I,... I don't want
to talk about it. Okay?" Adrian said, his voice breaking with
rising anger.
"Yeah, sure, if that's what you want," Mark said sulkily,
aware of the distance growing between them. He liked Adrian. Adrian
was his best friend, his only real friend in the whole world. They
had always trusted each other and they had always been able to talk.
Now it was if a barrier had formed between them, Mark on one side,
Adrian on the other.
His hand moved slowly back to Adrian's penis and the two boys
continued to fondle each other quietly but the passion that Mark
had felt earlier was extinguished. Long slow minutes passed. The
boys continued their touching gently and their penises slightly
softened. No longer charged with the excitement of the moment, the
tiny bluish-purple veins were now barely visible. Finally Adrian
spoke, his voice trembling nervously, "You gotta promise never to
tell anyone, ever."
"Cross my heart!" Mark promised sincerely as he wondered what
was going on.
There was another long silence as Adrian took his hand away
from Mark's penis and turned onto his back, looking up at the
ceiling thoughtfully. He breathed deeply, "Mark,... Mark while I
was away,... I had sex."
"Huh?" Mark said. It wasn't jealousy that shattered his
thoughts but a terrible sinking despair. The loneliness that he had
known while Adrian was away intensified suddenly, "You had sex?",
he asked uncertainly, his voice quavering awkwardly. "You did it
with a girl?" he asked incredulously.
Adrian let out a high pitched giggle that sounded remarkably
like a girl's. "No dummy,... Not with a girl. I did it with a
guy,... an older guy." There was no disguising the note of pride
in his voice, the knowledge that he knew something, a lot, that his
friend didn't know."
Mark sat up and leaned on his outstretched arm as he looked
down at his friend. Adrian smiled smugly but his eyes avoided
Mark's gaze. "An older guy?" he said in disbelief, then added, "How
old? A lot older than you? Who?"
Adrian smirked knowingly, suddenly enjoying his friend's
sudden spurt of jealousy. "A lot older," he confirmed. "He's
about,... let's see,... 'bout 35 I guess, maybe a little bit
older,... but I don't think so," he said in his most teasing voice.
Mark trembled in excitement. Disbelief flashed across his
face. He had never told Adrian about his deepest, darkest secret,
about the thing that interested him the most, about the thoughts
that had been with him for as long as he could remember. They were
thoughts that he'd tried again and again to submerge deeply into
the recesses of his mind. They were thoughts that always seemed to
come back with a vengeance and without warning, getting stronger
and stronger each time until they were now impossible for him to
ignore. "You did it with a man,... a grown man?" he asked, his voice
barely more than a whisper.
"Huh! Huh!" Adrian acknowledged.
"But,...but you're eleven, you're a,... kid, you're still a
kid like me," Mark breathed out, wondering, questioning, still
disbelieving, hoping.
"So? Kids can do it too. Boys CAN have SEX you know," Adrian
replied.
Mark breathed out, the next question looming in his mind. It
frightened him. "But,... but what did you do?" he asked quietly.
He hoped that Adrian would answer as he wondered if all he'd done
was touch and rub the man's penis the same way the two boys had
been doing since last Christmas.
"Everything," Adrian said simply. "It's more than just dick
games you know."
"Yeah but what?" Mark asked innocently. His curiosity was now
insatiable as the questions formed rapidly in his mind, "Tell me
what happened? What you did do? Please?"
"You're never gonna tell anybody, ever? You promised," Adrian
teased. Mark nodded. "I did it with my uncle."
"Your uncle?" Mark asked uncertainly. His heart leaped and
then crashed as he looked at Adrian in disbelief.
Adrian nodded his head and then turned to face Mark. "On the
second night I was there,... he came into my bedroom. He came to
say goodnight,... but he sat down on the side of the bed. It was
way past ten o'clock and it was dark. I could barely see him and
he was only a foot away. Paul, that's my uncle, started rubbing my
shoulders and necks. He was really gentle and he barely touched me.
It was more like a tickle, but it felt really nice. It was really
hot too, all I had on was my underpants but I had the sheet over
me." He paused and shivered slightly as the memory flooded back.
He hadn't been frightened at the time but he was now.
"What happened?" Mark asked excitedly.
"His hands were cool and they kept on moving around and
around, each time going just a little bit further down and kind of
pushing the sheet as well. I really like my Uncle Paul and I felt
so good all over. I didn't want him to stop and I was getting kind
of sleepy. Then he got to my tummy and he started playing with my
belly button. It was about then I realized my dick was stiff. I was
scared he'd go down a little bit further and find out. I was kind
of worried what he would think with me getting hard from him
touching me."
"Yeah, I guess. What,... what did you do?" Mark asked
hesitantly.
"I tried to roll onto my side, like I was going to sleep..."
The boy hesitated as he remembered and then continued, "... but
Paul held my hip and made me lie on my back. That's when he said
that I shouldn't be scared. That he knew what I liked it. I couldn't
think of anything to say. All I could do was shake my head. Anyway
Paul lifted back the sheet, all the way past my feet. He didn't
touch me for a bit, like for about a minute. He was thinking I
guess, then he put his hand over my dick...." Adrian's voice
trailed off. He swallowed and reached down between his slender pale
legs. His fingers enclosed his small hardening cock and he began
to rub gently along the full length but concentrating most of his
movement on the little reddened helmet-tip.
"Wow!" Mark said, his voice crackling with growing excitement.
"He touched your dick?" he asked still uncertain. His pulse
quickened instantly with a surge of adrenaline.
"Uh huh. He didn't stop even though I was shaking my head. He
kind of started rubbing me there, using just the tips of his fingers
really lightly on my balls. I thought about asking him to stop,
Mark. I did I really did, but I couldn't. If you'd been there you'd
know, it felt so good,...It was a really nice feeling," Adrian said
honestly as he looked at his friend and breathed out. The boy felt
the relief that comes from sharing something that had been worrying
at his mind. He hadn't felt guilt or shame at the time, that had
come afterwards, in the morning, and by then it was too late. "He
knew I liked it too, that I didn't want him to stop. Then he asked
me if he could take my underpants off, because they were in the
way. I tried to shake my head but I couldn't. I tried to see his
face. I wanted to tell him no. I could just make out that he was
smiling at me. He was happy, and I was happy and I nodded. But
Mark,... Mark he knew I was going to say it was all right,...he
already had my underpants about halfway down when I nodded."
"You're kidding", Mark said. The words flew through his head,
confused with his own hidden desires and merged with his
imagination, it was as though he was there in Adrian's body. "Go
on," he prompted eagerly, then suddenly looking away at the window
as if afraid of his own eagerness.
"He took them right off and then I felt his hands moving my
feet outward so that my legs were apart. He kind of slid his hands
back up my legs. He went really slowly, until his hands were right
next to my dick and then he started stroking my balls. I think with
his thumbs. It felt even better than before. Then, after a bit, he
started rubbing my dick. He said I was so hard because I liked it
so much. He said that I was just like him, that he liked boys like
me and I was old enough to start if I wanted to. I didn't know
exactly what he wanted, but I guessed I said okay because the next
thing that happened was that my uncle stood up and started taking
off his clothes."
"Nooo!" Mark breathed out, "What,... what did you do, Adrian?
You saw his penis,... his dick then?"
Adrian giggled, as he stopped stroking his own penis, reached
out and took Mark's not-unwilling hand and placed it over the small
firm shaft. "You do me, okay, but do it mostly on the tip 'cause
that's where it's the most sensitive," he instructed. Mark's hand
moved awkwardly, suddenly aware that a man's hand had touched
Adrian's penis. A grown man's hand had touched every part of his
best friend's body, had done things to him that Mark barely
understood, or even realized were possible. Mark suddenly felt very
very young. Younger than his eleven years, far younger than his
intellectual age which was somewhere around fourteen.
"Yeah! He's got a pretty big one. It' sa lot bigger than mine
or yours. It's really long and thick. And his balls are huge, 'bout
like golf balls. He's really hairy down there too, not all over his
body, but just down there. Anyway, once Uncle Paul was naked too
he lay down next to me and I turned over to face him. He hugged me
so tight that it even hurt a bit. Then,... then he started kissing
me, Mark!"
"He,... he kissed you?"
"Everywhere. On the lips mostly, but all over my face and
neck, on my shoulders and chest too, going down to about here I
guess," Adrian said, pointing to the bottom of his rib cage. "And
all the time he kept playing with my dick. We did that for a long
while, until I got sleepy. I wasn't sure what I was s'posed to do,
so I just lay there, until,..."
"Go on," Mark prompted again.
"Well, I wanted to kiss him back. Then the next thing that
happened was that we're doing it mouth to mouth and his tongue was
inside me. In my mouth, Mark, and,... so,... so I pushed my tongue
into his mouth,... and we kissed like that until I was almost ready
to faint. Then when we stopped he started kissing my body again.
Only this time not just on my chest but all the way down, like to
my knees."
"He,... but that means,... that means he kissed you there?"
Mark said questioningly as he glanced downward at Adrian's penis.
Adrian smirked knowingly at his friend, "He did more that kiss
it, Mark. A lot more! He practically sucked it off me. He sucked
my cock into his mouth, and my balls too, then he started to move
his head back and forth and rub his tongue all over me."
"Yeah! No shit! How,... did it feel?" Mark asked urgently. His
slender body trembled with excitement and his mind was spinning in
turmoil as he tried to imagine, wondering what it was like.
"'Awesome'! It was wild. He was incredible. His mouth was
really hot and wet, and it felt so soft. He did that to me for a
long while. When he stopped he said it was because I was still too
young to 'come', but he knew I'd really liked it a lot."
"Huh, but what's 'come' mean?" Mark asked tentatively, knowing
that he was displaying his ignorance.
"You dummy! It's sperm. Remember what they told us at school
about making babies. It's the stuff that comes from your balls,...
well, when we're older it does," Adrian said expertly, then added,
"Anyway neither of us can 'come' yet because nothing comes out when
we jerk off." He smirked at Mark's confusion, "Jerk off! Dummy!
Play with our dicks, okay?"
"Ohh! Okay! Yeah, my Dad told me about sperm and how it makes
babies. We won't make sperm for a few years yet, Dad said it mostly
happens when a boy's about thirteen or so. What happened after
that?" Mark prodded, playfully squeezing the other boy's small
wedge-shaped cock in his hand.
"He rolled onto his back and I got on top of him. He made me
scoot down a bit so our cocks were rubbing together. I had to move
up and down so his cock was rubbing under my belly. At first he
held me by the hips and sort of helped me move until I got the
idea." Adrian smiled shyly as he remembered what happened next.
"Then when I was doing it right he made me stop for a bit so that
he could stick his finger in my backside."
Mark's mouth opened wordlessly as Adrian's smile widened.
"Yuk!" he said at last.
"But it's not Mark. It was wild! He licked it first so it was
slippery and he pushed it in a bit more than halfway I think," he
said looking at Mark.
"It still sounds yucky. It's,... it's dirty back there, that's
gross" he insisted.
"No it's not but it doesn't matter. It was better than
anything you can imagine. He moved his finger all around inside me,
kind of like pushing it in and then pulling it out almost the whole
way. Sometimes it got so I couldn't stand it any more. It was like
I was going to explode and I had to ask him to stop for a while.
You know it hurt but it wasn't painful because it felt so good. I
never believed anything could feel that nice. Paul said it was
because of something inside me. He called it a prostate, whatever
that is. Anyway I'd had a shower before I got into bed, and I kind
of knew that he didn't care if I pooped on his finger. We did that
for a long while, until his breathing got really fast. We were both
gasping and moaning really loudly. By then his finger was stabbing
into me really fast and going the whole way inside me because I
could feel his knuckles hitting my crack. My butt-hole was all
slicked up and making this weird sucking sound and I felt loose
inside. Mark I,... I thought I was gonna die... It felt so good.
He did that to me right up to the end and then he pulled his finger
out. That was when he started acting wild. He grabbed me by the
hips and started moving me up and down really fast until he kind
of groaned and arched way up in the air. He came all over me. It
started spurting out between our bellies until his sperm was
everywhere. It felt like it was all over me. Some went as far as
here," Adrian smirked as he put his hand near his breast.
"Yuk!", Mark breathed out, "He did that on you? That's gross."
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