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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part Four
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[Like father, like son, part 4/9]
The man smiled and placed his arm around John's shoulders. The
boy felt uncomfortable for a moment but he settled down quickly.
His mother was always hugging and kissing him, but never his
father. For an Italian, that was unusual in itself but John could
not remember the last time when his father had even touched him.
Mostly his father wasn't at home, and if he was then he was always
too busy to spend time with his young son. It was always the
'business'. John was lonely. Suddenly he realized that he liked
having Skip's arm around his shoulders. He felt a pleasant warmth
from the man's arm and a deep happy feeling. He wanted to be held
and hugged by the tall dark-tanned man beside him but he didn't
know what to do about it. Slowly he edged sideways, moving just an
inch at a time until his body was against Skip's. The arm around
his shoulders seemed to tighten and draw the teenager even closer.
Now John could feel the warmth of the man's body sinking into his.
"Listen, John," Skip said gently. His voice was very quiet and
controlled. "Next time when you're on the mats with Paul use your
head. Get him to expect what you will do then surprise him."
"Yeah! Sure Skip! I'll still end up flat on my back," John
smiled. "He's faster than I am. It's like he expects me to do
something and he's waiting."
Skip squeezed the boy's shoulder playfully. "Maybe you have
to fight dirty," he said quietly.
"Fight dirty? You mean,... down there," the boy whispered in
shock. "I thought that was bad. Scouts aren't s'posed to fight like
that."
Skip laughed, "That wasn't what I had in mind. Only cowards
fight like that. Come on, I'll show you." He stood up and with his
arm around the reluctant boy's shoulders, guided him back into the
hall where the last three mats were still lying on the floor. "Now
John, you come at me on this side. Okay?"
The boy rushed forward and Skip caught his wrist and spun the
boy around, grabbed him by the waist and ended up with a playful
hug. "Now that is what I mean by not using your brains. I expected
you to come in high and on the right side so I was ready. Next time
I want you to come in high again but drop down and swing to the
left. As soon as I start turning, then you turn back and come in
fast. Right?"
John nodded and tried to do as Skip asked. His first approach
was awkward and Skip still managed to stop him. This time he held
the boy around the chest with one arm and tickled him under the
arms with his other hand. John burst into giggles and tried to pull
away but Skip held him tightly. It was only when the boy was
laughing wildly that Skip finally released him. John pulled away
breathlessly. That nearly-minute of frenzied tickling had made him
feel very strange. He had never been tickled before by a man and
even his mother had not tickled him in ages. The boy recognized
immediately that it was not the tickling that made him feel 'funny'
but the fact that a man had been doing it. He looked at Skip as he
tried to regain his composure. Skip smiled back and raised his
eyebrows. It was a challenge, nothing more, nothing less.
John took a deep breath and rushed forward. This time he
feinted to the left, ducked and swung back to the right. He sensed
that the man was moving back to protect his flank and he swung back
to the left with a perfect twist. He hit hard and fast as he clawed
the man's hand, ducked down and went into a throw position. Ninety-
four pounds of aggressive boy was no match for a grown man and his
attack was easily fended off but Skip had proven his point. He
grabbed John and held him tightly, tickling under the boy's ribs
until he giggled hysterically. John struggled fruitlessly but he
had no desire to escape. Finally Skip lifted him right up into the
air and, with his arms wrapped around the slender boy, swung him
upside down. It served only to make John laugh even harder. Slowly
Skip lowered John down onto the mat and he knelt down so that he
half-straddled the young boy.
"Now," he smiled, "That's using your brains. If I was Paul you
would have thrown me."
John grinned and wiped his eyes, smearing away tears of
laughter. "Yeah! I guess. You weren't expecting me to do that were
you."
Skip smiled back. "Not wrong kiddo. I was waiting for the left
of course but you moved so fast."
John breathed heavily. He wanted to ask Skip to hold him some
more. He wanted the man to hug him like before. He wanted Skip to
stay exactly where he was, half over him. His hands clasped in
childish frustration and he looked up into Skip's blue-green eyes.
The man smiled at him gently. It was silent in the room but John
could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Skip reached forward and
his fingers brushed against the boy's cheek. John shivered with
excitement, though he didn't realize that what he felt was
excitement. He breathed deeply. He was unable to look away from the
man's eyes. It was as if Skip was looking deep inside his mind.
"You're not only the smartest boy in the troop, John,...
you're also the best looking," Skip whispered.
John blushed, suddenly aware that he had also been thinking
how handsome Skip was. He liked the man's rugged face and the
darkness on his face from the shadow of his beard. He liked the
man's smell. It was a pleasant aroma of cologne. The desire for
Skip to touch his body rose up inside the boy and overwhelmed him.
Skip's fingers strayed to the boy's lips and lightly brushed
against them. Without warning Skip stood up, leaving the boy lying
alone on the mats. The man reached down, offered John a hand up and
easily lifted the boy to his feet. At that moment there was chaos
in John's head, a plethora of confused feelings and thoughts, the
knowledge that it was wrong, that what he had been thinking was
very, very bad. He stood before the man and tried to make sense of
it. He felt terribly hot and his breathing had quickened until he
was almost gasping. He wanted to lie back down on the mats with
Skip. He didn't want to stop the strange feelings that surged
through his body. Guiltily the boy realized that his little penis
had become very, very hard. He knew that it had become hard only
because of Skip.
"Skip?" John whispered nervously.
The man smiled gently and gently ruffled the boy's dark hair.
The man didn't answer. He looked directly into the boy's eyes as
if he was searching for something, for recognition. "Are you
scared?" he asked the boy. John thought for a second and then
nodded. His penis flexed instinctively, hungrily. The man smiled
at the boy. "It's okay to be scared. Every boy is a bit scared the
first time I think." John looked at the man hesitantly and
swallowed nervously. Skip's hand dropped downward and caressed the
boy's small ear and then his fingers moved behind the boy's neck
and began twisting in the soft dark hair. "Do you want to go home
now?" he asked. "You can if you want. Or you can stay here with me
for a while?"
"You want me to stay with you so,... you can,... touch me?"
the boy asked in reply. Skip nodded. "It's bad. I know it is. Boys
will make fun of me. My mom and dad will kill me."
"Only if they find out, John. I'm not going to tell. Are you?"
John shook his head. "I'm scared. I,... I've nnnever felt
ttthhis wwway before," he stammered nervously
Skip nodded. "You won't be scared for very long. I'm not going
to hurt you. You trust me don't you?" John nodded. His resistance
crumbled. He wanted the man to hug him again. He wanted to feel the
man's powerful body pressed against him. He had no idea of where
the desire came from but it filled his mind. He nodded slowly.
Gently Skip drew John forward and pressed his lips against the
boy's forehead. He kissed the boy and then eased him away. John
quivered as he breathed heavily. Skip's hand dropped away and took
hold of the boy's hand that was nearest to him. He caressed the
slender fingers and rubbed his thumb into the boy's palm. Slowly
he walked forward, pulling the boy with him into the storeroom. It
was dark inside and he pushed the boy back until the mats were
behind him.
John stood so close to the man that he could feel the man's
chest press into his with each breath. The man released his hand
and slowly moved it upwards over the boy's belly and chest. The
fingertips stroked over the firm flesh as they traced the center-
line of the young body, pulling slightly at each shirt button. At
the boy's neck they stopped, caressing the delicate bare skin for
a moment before continuing upwards to his chin. Skip lifted the
boy's head upward and kissed the smooth forehead again. "Do you
mind if I take your pants off?" he whispered.
"Yeah! I guess it's okay," John answered shamefully.
The man's hand moved downwards again and fumbled at the boy's
waist as his fingers unfastened the belt, the little plastic button
and the zipper. Skip's hand paused, then after a few long seconds
it slowly slid down into the soft warmth of the boy's underpants.
John sighed and Skip's fingers brushed against the short, very
excited shaft of his penis. He sighed again as the fingers moved
lower, following the rigid little penis until they scooped into the
little cloth-covered mound of the boy's testicles. He sighed again
as the man's hand cupped his small sex organs and held him firmly.
Skip's fingers were soothing. The man's hand was strong and yet it
was also very gentle. John slowly relaxed, feeling his strength and
resistance sucked out of him by the man's constantly moving hand.
He closed his eyes and lost all sense of time. Except for the
wonderful delight that surged out of his groin, John Gordini was
oblivious to the world around him.
Minutes later the boy realized that Skip had taken both his
shorts and underpants down and the man's hand was now touching his
bare flesh. He didn't care. The feelings that he had were so
overpowering that the boy cared about nothing else. When Skip
pushed him back onto the pile of mats he did not resist. When Skip
finally pulled his shoes, shorts and underpants off he did not
resist. When Skip bent forward over his half-naked body and kissed
his lower belly and the inside of his thighs he did not resist.
When Skip kissed, then licked, then sucked his small hard penis
into his mouth, the boy arched his back and pushed up with his
thighs to get even more inside. The heat flooded him as he was
absorbed into the wet succulent mouth. Then Skip pushed his
testicles forward with his fingers and sucked them into his mouth
as well. It seemed to John as if his entire body was held inside
the man's mouth and he wanted it to never end.
Long wonderful minutes passed as John discovered just how he
was different he was to most other boys. They were unbelievable
minutes as Skip introduced the young boy to the pleasures contained
in his slender body. The boy writhed in shameless ecstasy as he
abandoned his body to the man's expert handling. Within minutes he
had started to buck wildly, jerking his hips upwards and pumping
his little rigid penis as hard as he could into the man's mouth.
That he enjoyed it so much seemed to make Skip happy as well. But
the boy was still several years from being able to climax and
achieve release so he eventually tired, unable to fulfill the
desire that now dominated him. Then Skip took over and his head
began to bob up and down rapidly. His teeth seemed to bite into the
shaft of the boy's penis while his fingers massaged the little
knotted pouch below. He went as fast as the boy wanted and then
some, sucking the penis as hard as he could, so hard that it seemed
to suck the life and energy out of the boy.
With only the tip of John's penis in his mouth, Skip began to
nibble on the sensitive glans, working on the tiny cherry-red tip
until the boy cried out for mercy. As soon as Skip pulled away John
shook his head and reached down and pushed the man's head back
again. The boy was breathing in irregular gasps as he thrust his
thighs up and jammed his penis back where it now belonged. Skip
needed no encouragement and expertly his hand slid underneath the
boy's buttocks and followed the little scrotum back into the boy's
crack. His finger found the small tight anus and he began to rub
gently. Seconds later, John's body convulsed and the thirteen-year-
old boy had his very first orgasm, albeit dry and more than a little
bit painful.
The Wednesday evenings that followed that night became John's
favorite times. Each time Skip went a bit further and John was
always an eager pupil. Within a few weeks he was readily removing
all of his clothes and lying on the pile of mats in the storeroom
while Skip applied his expert skills to the delight of the young
body. Sometimes he stayed at the hall after nine o'clock on the
pretext of practicing an activity like tying knots. At other times
he was given the duty of cleaning up, the punishment for a
fabricated charge that he had misbehaved during the evening. More
often than not he left with the other boys but after a half block
or more turned back and unnoticed, returned to the basement.
After slightly more than a month had passed the urge to see
Skip's body was more than he could stand and John invited the man
to join him. That night Skip drove him to the building in which he
lived. John walked in the door at a few minutes past ten o'clock.
He was a very different boy to the still-somewhat-innocent boy that
had departed only a few hours earlier that evening. He lied
expertly as he told his mother that he had been practicing knots
again. It was something that he had to do to get his next badge.
After a goodnight kiss the thirteen-year-old boy went up to his
bedroom, undressed and pulled on his pajamas. He dropped down into
the security of his bed and remembered everything that had happened
during the last hour of his life. He slid his hand under his pajama
top and tried to see if he could still feel the stickiness of the
man's semen. On the mats he had been covered with it, from his
thighs to his shoulders.
When John had suggested that it wasn't fair that only he was
naked, Skip had readily agreed. John had looked at the man with
fascination as he undressed, then in utter disbelief as he realized
that the man's penis was huge. It was so much bigger than his own
small erection that the boy was frightened. He was also excited,
more excited than he had ever been. He touched it tentatively at
first. It didn't bite but it certainly felt hot and hard. It had a
power and strength that his own little penis lacked. It was a man's
penis and at first John was jealous. When Skip lay down on the mats
next to him and their genitals were pressed together, John's
jealousy faded. They rubbed their naked bodies together, writhing
in delight as they tumbled and twisted against each other.
Then Skip had placed John above him so that the man's huge
erect penis pushed into the soft smooth skin of the boy's belly.
With his thumbs on the John's hips and his fingers pressing into
the warmth of the small deep crack, he began to move the boy's body.
The rhythm came naturally and within minutes John was humping hard
and fast against the man, his motions guided only by the man's
finger that was now halfway inside his little anus. Several times
Skip stopped him and made him wait until his imminent orgasm
passed. Finally, Skip didn't stop him and John kept on, enjoying
the delicious warmth of the man until his body arched up and he
lifted the naked boy up into the air. The semen seemed to spurt out
endlessly. At first the boy was shocked and his instinct made him
try to pull away but Skip held him tightly by the hips and continued
to jerk the small body up and down against his throbbing cock. The
white-hot fluid seemed slippery as it covered the boy's bare chest
and belly. John closed his eyes and began to enjoy the lubricity
of their two bodies, sliding back and forth in it and no longer
caring that the man's semen was all over him.
That night marked the change in John's relationship with Skip
and for the first time the boy began to understand what it meant
to be homosexual. Every night from then on as he masturbated alone
in his bed he dreamed of Skip. He wanted to be with Skip, he wanted
only to be loved in the way that he needed. Every Wednesday evening
the boy became even more aroused and he willingly participated with
Skip in discovering the pleasures of their bodies.
Chapter 4. The Pleasures of Their Bodies
The next morning Mark awoke and found to his surprise that he
had slept in the nude. He stretched out in his bed as the first
light of the day came through his window and enjoyed the sybaritic
pleasure of coolness of the sheets against his bare smooth skin.
He winced suddenly as he felt a raw ache inside his body. As he
became more aware, the ache changed to a strange soreness in his
bottom and the feeling that something was still inside him. His
little sphincter tightened instinctively and the discomfort seemed
to fade. Then he remembered what he'd done the night before, the
overwhelming feelings that had surged through him until he had
finally collapsed onto the floor. He remembered his father lifting
him out of the shower and standing him up and gently drying him
off, the towel soft and fluffy as it passed over him. He smiled as
he remembered the playful dabs at his genitals before his father
carried him into the bedroom. Outside it seemed darker than usual
and then Mark realized that it was raining.
As the memory returned Mark became aware that his penis was
hard again. It was hard like it was almost every morning, demanding
his attention again and again. It was funny that something so small
could feel so nice. Even though he was used to how it felt, he still
wanted to do it. His fingers moved slowly downwards and brushed
over his smooth hairless groin, tickling his warm soft penis as it
stuck outward next to his belly. Gently he pulled the foreskin back
by pushing down on the silky skin tightly. The tiny bulb of his
penis finally squeezed through the little opening and the skin
bunched underneath making the little flared bell-shaped head even
firmer. His foreskin was still tight but his father had told him
that it would gradually get looser over the next few years. He liked
the fact that it was tight, even though it was hard to pull back
sometimes, it made his little penis seem even harder and the
feelings that came from it were especially nice. He casually
stroked his penis and rubbed his fingertips lightly up and down the
little stiff shaft. He caressed his testicles gently and then went
back to massaging the glans of his penis until he felt like he was
in heaven and he quivered with delight.
The boy did it for a long while though never building up to a
peak, just enjoying the pleasant sensations that began in his short
rigid penis and flowed through him. He did it until it was lighter
in his room. He listened to the comforting sound of rain splashing
on the window and the rhythmic slap of his little testicles as they
bounced up and down when he masturbated. He did it until his father
knocked on the door, "I'm leaving for work now," he called out.
"Bye dad," the boy yelled back. Mark pulled the sheet up
quickly to cover his naked body and smiled as his father opened the
door.
"You feel okay now?" the man asked with concern.
"Yeah I'm fine, Daddy. I just slipped and fell. That's all."
He grinned at his father. "I got a bump on my head I think."
"Well you have to be more careful. It's easy to break a leg
falling like that. What are you going to do today? It's supposed
to rain all day."
"I guess I'll go over to Adrian's," Mark answered.
The man nodded and reached down and lovingly tousled his son's
silky dark hair. The boy grinned cheekily. "See you tonight. If
it's still raining I'll swing by and pick you up at Adrian's house,
okay?" he said as he walked back towards the door.
"Thanks Dad. Bye!" the boy said. In those few minutes his
enjoyment and interest in the feelings that came from his little
penis had faded and the boy got out of bed. He showered quickly,
dressed and went down stairs to find something to eat before he
went over to see Adrian. He didn't feel much like eating cereal so
he settled for a glass of milk and then left for his friend's house.
All that day it rained and the two boys played at Adrian's
house for the entire day. Mark didn't tell Adrian what he'd done
the night before. It wasn't that he was ashamed about it, it was
just that the opportunity to talk about it never presented itself.
That day, to anyone else, the two boys carried on like perfectly
normal eleven-year-old boys as they played with Adrian's train set
for most of the day. After lunch they watched videos and played
Nintendo until Mark's father came by to pick him up. There was no
mention of sex, of what Adrian had done with his uncle, of the sex-
games the boys often played together when they were alone. It was
later that night, just after eight o'clock when the phone rang at
Mark's house.
Mark's father answered. "Oh hi Adrian. Yes Mark's upstairs.
Just a minute and I'll call him." "MARK! It's for you, it's Adrian."
"Thanks Daddy," Mark called back, "I'll take it up here,
okay?"
The man put the receiver down as he heard the 'click' from the
phone in Mark's bedroom.
"Hi Adrian," Mark said cheerily as he lounged back in the
couch next to the bay window in his bedroom, "How's it going kid?"
"Hi Mark...." the other boy said quietly.
Immediately Mark detected the stress in his friend's voice,
"What's up Adrian?"
"Mark,... can we talk? I,... don't know what,... well what to
do," Adrian said nervously.
"What's wrong? You sound kind of sick. Are you okay?" Mark
asked.
"Mark,... I feel really sick,... I keep getting these bad
pains in my stomach. It's really hurting."
"Have you told your mom? Maybe it's diarrhea?" Mark suggested.
There was a long pause, "I don't think that's it. I,... well
I haven't been to the bathroom. I haven't pooped for days. I think
it's because of what I did with my uncle.... Mark, I'm getting
really worried. Maybe I got hurt inside,... from it," the boy said.
The note of urgency in the other boy's voice convinced Mark that
something was wrong. "Mark, are you there? I think,... I'm going
to be sick. It feels really terrible inside. I feel really hot all
over."
"Gee Adrian. I'm sorry. I don't know. Maybe you should tell
your mom?"
"Don't be dumb, Mark. I can't do that, you know why. But I'm
getting really worried."
Mark thought for a moment, "Maybe you should take something.
You know like ExLax or something like that to make you poop,
Adrian."
The other boy coughed, "I already did that. For the last few
days, since I got back. I still haven't been to the toilet."
"Well I don't know Adrian. I still think you should tell your
mom you don't feel well," Mark suggested.
"I can't Mark. She's going to ask all sorts of questions. I
don't want to see a doctor. If he looks at me, back there, well
he's going to know isn't he, 'cause I'm still bruised pretty
badly?" Adrian said angrily.
"I don't know. Do you feel real bad Adrian?" Mark asked.
"I,... feel like I'm on fire inside, I keep wanting to throw
up,... and it hurts something awful." Adrian groaned and Mark
shivered, now very aware of his best friend's pain.
"I guess we could ask my dad. He'd know what to do."
"Mark, could we,... I mean wouldn't he ask what happened?"
Adrian said nervously.
"Gee Adrian I don't know. My dad's always been good like that.
He might ask, but he has this thing about not telling secrets. I
don't think he'd tell your mom. Why don't you ask your mom if you
can sleep over at my place tonight. We can kind of figure out what
to do then."
"Okay, I'll go ask her," Adrian said. Mark waited on the line
for a few minutes, running his favorite model car, the 928 S4
Porsche, up and down the window sill. "Mark,... are you there?"
"Yeah!"
"She said it was okay. She's going to drop me off in a few
minutes because it's still raining. Are you sure it's okay with
your dad if I stay over?"
"Yeah, he's okay. He always says it's fine by him if you sleep
over. He likes you a lot," Mark said honestly. "See you in a bit,
huh?"
The other boy hung up and Mark looked around. Suddenly the
memory of what he'd done the night before came back. If Adrian had
been hurt doing that 'stuff' he wondered whether he'd been hurt
inside as well. The thought scared him badly. He hadn't been to the
toilet either since the night before. Cautiously the boy probed his
belly with his fingers. There was no pain, just the firmness of his
lean body, but despite that Mark was still worried.
After a few minutes Mark went downstairs. His father was
sitting in the study working on a paper for an upcoming conference.
He looked up as Mark looked into the room. "Hi Marco? How's Adrian?"
he asked.
"Hi Daddy," Mark said as he came into the room. He stopped by
the doorway and leaned casually against the door jamb. His father
smiled as he looked at his handsome young son. The boy was good-
looking, too good-looking, he realized. The boy had a natural grace
about him. There was something sexual in the way his lithe young
body reclined, in the dark silky hair falling over his forehead,
in the dark sensuous eyes. His full lips were almost too passionate
for a boy. He was pure Venetian. His father and mother were both
from the Veneto and Mark had inherited the characteristic long dark
lashes, the thin eyebrows, the small, slightly upturned nose, the
delicate features. He was dressed in a striped tee-shirt. The boy
could have been on a gondola or strolling in the Piazza San Marco.
"What's up, Marco?" he teased, using the Italian form of the
boy's name, his 'pet' name for his son. His eyes were drawn
irresistibly back to the beautiful slender boy before him. In one
way at least, the boy took after his mother; he radiated a barely
concealed sexuality. That he also had his mother's beauty
compounded the problem. His memory of the beautiful naked body
lying on the bed was still very strong in his mind. He forced
himself to look away and back to his paper.
"Daddy, can Adrian stay over tonight?" Mark asked.
"Huh? Yes of course he can, if you two guys behave. I have a
lot of work to get through tonight."
"Yeah! We'll be good, I promise," Mark grinned.
"Won't Adrian get wet? It's still raining outside isn't it?"
he asked.
"Yeah, but his mom's dropping him off in a few minutes," Mark
replied.
The boy's father nodded absently and went back to work. He was
barely aware that a few minutes later both boys came back through
the hall and climbed the stairs to Mark's bedroom.
"How do you feel, Adrian? Is it any better?" Mark asked with
concern as soon as the two boys were safely inside his bedroom.
"It hurts inside Mark something awful. I've never felt this
bad before. I keep getting terrible cramps in my belly," Adrian
replied.
"Do you really think it's because of what you did with your
uncle?" Mark asked nervously, "Maybe it damages you inside if you
do that stuff... You know if a guy puts his penis in your poop hole
like that,... well maybe it does something to you so you can't go
properly afterwards."
Adrian looked up from his seat on the couch, "Mark,... Mark
I'm worried. I don't know what to do."
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