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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part Nine
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[Like father, like son, part 9/9]
In the other 'leg' of the room were two beds. His bed was the
one that had obviously been slept in. It was still unmade and the
sheets were tangled and half on the floor. Some clothes lay
scattered on the rug. A fireplace was built into one wall and in
the opposite wall a door opened into his dressing room and
bathroom. It was the room of a rich kid but also a very 'normal'
eleven-year-old boy. It was quite untidy.
Mark sauntered over so that he stood next to the bay window.
He was quickly becoming more confident now that he was secure in
his own domain. He looked out the window and scuffed his feet on
the rug as he absently pushed one of the model cars up and down the
oak sill. I walked over to him and gently placed my hand on his
shoulder.
"It's a Porsche 928. It can do a hundred and seventy," he
murmured.
I smiled and tried not to laugh. If only the boy knew! "Not
in the U.S. it can't," I said.
"Huh? Why? Because of the dumb speed limit?"
I began to laugh. "No, not that! It's de-toxed for the States.
It'll still do about one-sixty. Maybe one-sixty-five flat out. That
is, if it's a stick. The auto can only do about one-fifty-five, I
think. It's the gearing.'
"How come you know so much?" the boy asked cheekily.
"I reached into my pocket and pulled my car keys out. "'cause
I've got an S4, you dummy. That's how!"
Mark giggled as he inspected the car key with its insignia.
"Yeah?" he said in disbelief. "So how many camshafts does it have?"
"Four, and four valves per cylinder too. It's a rocket!
There's not much that'll beat it."
The boy looked away, focusing on something outside the window,
He shuffled his feet again and scratched his nose. He ran his
fingers back through his dark, soft hair and rubbed the back of his
neck. He looked down at his feet silently as he struggled within
his own confusion of desires and inhibitions.
"Don't be afraid Mark," I said quietly. "I'll go if you want?"
He looked up and smiled. "I'm not,... and I don't want you to
leave. So what happens now? Do we have sex or not, Alex?" he asked
curiously.
I laughed. "Well, that depends on you doesn't it. What do you
want to happen?" I teased
He giggled boyishly. His laugh, like his voice, was still high
pitched. Instinctively I knew that it would be a long time before
Mark started puberty. It was gratifying.
"You,... you fuck me,... I suppose. That's what guys do, isn't
it?... You put your penis in my backside. Well it is, isn't?" he
added nervously.
I laughed, astounded by the boy's lack of inhibition. Then I
reached out and took his hand and gently pulled him towards me. He
came willingly and I hugged his slender, lithe body tightly. I felt
the young, warm body pressing into me eagerly as he submitted to
my first embrace. Mark looked up at me, becoming increasingly
nervous. His boyish bravado faded quickly as the moment of truth
approached.
"Are you?... Are you really going to do that with me?... It's
going to hurt a whole bunch isn't it?" he asked as he pulled away
slightly. His high-pitched voice trembled, breaking with pent-up
excitement and fear.
I nodded. "Mark, I don't want to hurt you. If you haven't done
it before,... well there's no rush. We can wait until you're
ready,... until you're older, okay? We'll only do what you want."
He nodded, still feeling the fear that precedes the precipice,
of losing his innocence and his virginity. "I haven't. I nearly
did. Once, I s'pose two months ago, I nearly did. I really wanted
to, but we both got scared. Okay, just what I want. Promise, Alex?"
he smiled.
I brushed his hair again very gently as I wondered who had
nearly taken his virginity. Perhaps his best friend, the boy that
he had experimented with. "You're beautiful Mark," I whispered in
undisguised admiration.
The boy swallowed and shrugged. He tried to appear relaxed but
his excitement was increasing with every second that I stood before
him. I was barely inches away. I smiled then slowly reached forward
and gently caressed the small bulge in his jeans, rubbing his
genitals gently through the thick cloth. The boy pressed closer so
that his small sex organs were cupped in my right hand. His short
cock was very erect and strained upward, pushing his crotch
outward. The boy was incredibly stiff. His cock ached as it
throbbed with arousal and a desire that was still unfamiliar to
him, though getting ever-stronger. "It's really hard isn't it?" he
smirked.
I squeezed his penis playfully, letting my fingers find their
way around and along the short, stubby shaft. Then with my other
hand, I lifted his face upward so that we looked in each other's
eyes. His dark brown eyes were innocent, yet they reflected the
same strong sensuality I had first observed outside the ice-cream
shop. I could see his desire blossoming as his lips pursed and
lifted upward eagerly. He wanted to kiss me. The boy pressed his
groin harder into my hand, grinding his erect penis into my
fingers. I leaned forward, tightening my grip on him as I bent my
head to meet his. We kissed for the first time. It was a gentle
kiss. Our lips barely touched but I absorbed the warmth of his body.
Momentarily, he tried to pull back. Then his resistance faded and
the shock passed. His mouth came back hesitatingly, seeking mine.
Slowly, awkwardly, his hot, wet mouth merged into mine. Then we
kissed again and again. We kissed until our mouths were working
feverishly, shamelessly exchanging saliva as I introduced the boy
to the pleasures of two tongues entwining and writhing together.
We finally pulled back, both breathless, both breathing deeply. We
were both 'wet kissers'.
"Wow!" Mark smirked, "I've never kissed like that before," he
said in wonder. I wondered whether he'd ever kissed his boy-friend
but I doubted it. Boys usually aren't much for kissing and I was
surprised that Mark had gone the whole way right from the start.
Perhaps he had girl-friends, but he wasn't the type. Even if he
was, he seemed to be too young for that. I hoped so. I hoped he
never had girlfriends. Just boyfriends. Just me. Carefully my hand
slipped upward from his groin and unfastened the metal button of
his jeans before easing the zipper down.
The boy grinned, "You'll stop if I want?..." he asked again.
I nodded and he snuggled closer. He kissed me again and again as I
gently drew his Levis downward. He kicked off his sneakers and sat
down on the arm of his couch to pull his jeans off. He left them
lying on the floor as he stood up again and moved so that he was
before me. We were both breathing heavily.
He lifted his arms up to let me pull the sweat-shirt up his
chest, then over his head. Except for his red Bugle-Boy underpants
he was naked and I stood there before him in silent admiration,
dumbfounded. He was perfect in every way. He was slender, though
not skinny like some boys. His smooth soft skin was without even a
trace of downy 'peach-fuzz' hair. His body was tanned to a golden-
brown lustre. He had tiny nipples that were spongy-soft and just
slightly darker than the rest of him and his navel was delicately
intruded into his flat firm belly. It was half-covered by a little
fold of brown skin. I admired the ripples of firm boyish muscles
and the indentations of his ribs.
"You're beautiful Mark," I whispered.
The boy grinned cheekily and glanced down his body. "My dick's
pretty small still," he teased, then added with a twinge of regret,
"I think I was at the end of the line when they gave out dicks.
It's about the smallest one in my class." I laughed. The boy's small
erection was pointing upward and outward and stretching the soft
cloth of his briefs over the little, rounded tip. "You've got to
undress too, Alex. Otherwise it isn't fair," he said.
I stripped off to my underpants hurriedly and dropped my
clothes next to his, making a pile on the floor until we both stood
there almost naked, confronting each other curiously. The boy's
eyes moved up and down my body, but seemed to avoid my groin. "I'm
glad you're not hairy like some guys. I don't think I'd like to do
it with a hairy guy," he whispered in admiration. Then his eyes
moved back down to my groin. Then away. Then drawn back again to
the bulge in my briefs. "He's huge isn't he?" he observed in awe.
"I didn't think I'd be standing in the raw with a guy like this an
hour ago," he added.
We both laughed together. "You're not in the raw," I pointed
out.
Mark giggled, "You first okay?"
I shook my head, "Boys always go first," I teased.
We laughed again. "I'll toss you for it," Mark said finally.
"The loser goes first". He giggled playfully as he squatted down
to extract a quarter out of his shorts. The boy stood up again,
"Heads I win, tails you lose, okay?" The boy giggled again and
tossed the coin as we laughed. But I grabbed him around his slender
waist and pulled his struggling nearly-naked warm body onto the
nearest chair so that the coin fell to the floor.
We wrestled playfully and the touch of our almost-bare bodies
was incredibly exciting. The touch of his silky flesh sent heart-
pounding thrills throughout me. We grabbed at each other's genitals
crudely and we kissed frantically, then passionately, as we writhed
on the seat and fought the desire to rip off each other's briefs.
It would have been easy to tear that last vestige of the boy's
modesty away but the game went on and on. We didn't need to be naked
to discover the powerful attraction between us, though our sex
organs were initially the focus of it all. Finally, both of us could
stand it no longer and we paused as I removed his underpants. I
tugged them down his smooth slender legs, all the way to his ankles
in one movement. For a few seconds I held them, aware of the soft
warmth from his body and then I discarded them by dropping them on
the floor.
Mark's body was now totally revealed and I sighed in wonder.
In the diversion of wrestling his desire had slackened so that the
boy's penis was no longer hard. It was a direct contrast to my own
throbbing erection. Mark's penis was small and uncircumcised. It
was the first uncircumcised penis I had ever seen, and I was
enraptured. It was beautiful, just like the rest of him. His
foreskin completely enclosed the glans as it came to a puckered
point. Under the foreskin, the tip of his penis made a slight
swelling in the otherwise thin tube.
Best of all, his testicles were still tiny. They lay in a
little, wrinkled, taut pouch. Mark's penis was thin and not very
long, but it was absolutely perfect. His belly tapered downward and
then swelled slightly as it ended in the small, rounded mound of
hairless flesh that marked his pubic bone. The skin around his
genitals was pale and very smooth and his penis seemed as though
it was simply attached to the underside of his body. In my eyes,
it was the most perfect cock a young boy could have. While small
for his age and size, it matched the exquisite beauty of the rest
of his young body.
He grinned, "See what I mean! It's pretty small isn't it?"
I laughed. "It's just right for a boy who's eleven and a half
years old. If you were a teenager you'd have a problem. But you
haven't even started to mature down there yet. When you do, it'll
get bigger. A lot bigger!"
Mark looked at me curiously, "Yeah? That's what my dad says
too. You don't mind? I can't do stuff yet,... you know,... make
sperm and that other stuff yet. My dad said he started real late
too. He said he didn't even start until he was fourteen and he was
fifteen before he could even make his stuff come out." The boy
giggled nervously.
"You don't have to be able to do that in order to have sex,
Mark," I said seriously. "It really isn't that important."
The boy nodded, "Yeah, I know. My dad told me that too. He
said he was doing stuff with another guy when he was thirteen,...
even before he had hair down there, or anything."
We laughed together. "Now you okay?" the boy added. I lifted
up my hips and allowed the boy to tug my briefs down. I watched his
stunned admiration, the instant jealousy, and the look of awe as
he saw my engorged penis. "Wow! He's huge!... Will it,... really
fit inside,... up my butt? He looks so big. My dad, well he said,...
he said he thought I was probably big enough back there, but only
if I was really careful and the other guy wasn't too big." He looked
back up at me nervously, "It's still going to hurt a whole bunch
though isn't it?" he added as he felt his little anus tighten up
protectively.
I cuffed him playfully and then began to tickle him until he
giggled uncontrollably. After a few hysterical minutes I stopped,
"A lot of things can fit up a boy's butt," I teased.
"What do you mean?" he responded as he tensed his body ready
for the next attack.
"Well fingers for one thing,... my finger is a lot smaller
than my cock isn't it?"
"A cucumber too,... but that's bigger," Mark teased, playfully
lunging back at me and grabbing at my cock and balls with his small
hand. He smirked at me cheekily, "Promise you won't laugh, Alex?"
I nodded. He blushed slightly and then he grinned. "I tried it once
with some corn."
He looked at me curiously to see how I responded and I grinned
back at him. "So?" I teased.
"It hurt like hell. Man it hurt. I got it in about this much,"
he said, holding his thumb and first finger about two inches apart.
"I had to push really hard to get it in that far and it felt like
something was tearing inside me. Man it hurt. I haven't tried that
again. I was sore back there for the whole weekend."
"Did you tell your dad about that?" I teased.
"Don't be dumb. He giggled. "It was pretty stupid of me. But
when he asked me if I knew where the corn had gone to from the
fridge, I nearly died."
We both laughed. "Well, you shouldn't try that sort of stuff
alone."
Mark blushed. "I should try it with you then?"
He nodded silently and shifted his legs uncomfortably, still
biting on his bottom lip as he considered his options. His father
had said that it would hurt and that he had to be very careful.
Inside his belly there was an hungry ache that demanded all his
strength to resist. He swallowed, "You promise you'll stop if I say
so", he demanded. "... and you'll go real slow... and just the tip
okay. My dad said I should use something to make me slippery
inside,... like Vaseline. There's some in the bathroom cupboard."
It must have been some talk that he'd had with his father. I
wondered what the man was like. It was pretty clear to me that the
man was gay and he wasn't bothered by the fact that his son was
probably going to end up the same way. I got up from the bed and
went into the boy's bathroom. It was untidy like his bedroom with
towels tossed on the floor and toothpaste stains in the vanity
basin. I opened the cupboard and immediately saw a medium sized jar
of Vaseline. I came back into the bedroom and knelt on the bed next
to the boy. "Don't worry Mark. I'll stop whenever you say the word,
okay? Like I said, a lot of boys really like it. I think you will
too, when two guys really like each other... well it's even better
then."
He nodded and I pushed him back onto the bed. He smiled shyly
and reached up to pull me down onto him. I wondered if his father
knew that his young son would soon lose his innocence and his
virginity, to me. His son would become a tiger in bed.
Chapter 10. A Tiger in Bed
Mark sighed and smiled as he pressed closer to me, his head
now on my shoulder, his slender leg draped casually over mine, the
warmth of his naked body sinking into mine, his hot, moist genitals
against my thigh. I could feel his breath on my chest, the slow
rhythmic motion as he breathed, his eyes closed in bliss, a small
smile of contentment, of knowing now what he'd always wanted to
know.
Casually my fingers caressed his dark hair, so long and silky,
smelling the sweet fragrance of his shampoo even through the primal
musky smell of the rectal juices that had drained from inside him,
from deep inside his slender body and formed streaks of orange-
yellow mucus on the towel beneath us. Slowly my fingers slid
downward, over the rippling little bumps of his spine, downward in
to the hot slippery crack coated with the oozing slime we'd made
together. My forefinger traced the center-line of his body, down
into the looseness, squeezing easily into his still-dilated hole,
a tiny spasm as it quickly penetrated him.
I felt his body quiver with anticipation, his bowel tightening
in that momentary spasm, his eyes lifting quickly up to mine,
hopefully seeking the knowing look, the agreement to satisfy our
mutual desire again. I smiled at him, still drained from the last
time but eager to penetrate the boy again, to give him what we both
wanted, but I glanced downward at my cock.
Mark giggled, now wide awake, "He isn't stiff enough is he?"
he observed, suddenly the expert. I curled my finger inside him,
probing into the boy's small sore prostate and he winced but he
pushed back, squirming as he felt the instant delight inside him,
immediately overwhelming the uncomfortable pain in his belly, the
strange empty feeling that he had discovered earlier that afternoon
after my cock had first pulled out of him.
"Not stiff enough for you anyway, beautiful," I teased.
The boy giggled again, "If I make him stiff again, will you?"
he teased back again.
I nodded, "But you won't be able to stand up afterwards."
Mark grinned, "So I can stay here in bed with you."
I laughed and twisted to face the boy, playfully I kissed him
on the lips, his mouth hot and wet, greeting mine urgently, his
soft pink tongue probing for mine, then advancing as I sucked him
in and our saliva mixed. Playfully Mark reached out, his small hand
settling over my cock, his fingers pressing into my balls,
massaging them lightly. "He's so big, Alex" the boy whispered,
"Even when he's soft like this, he's really big." I grinned
cuddling the naked boy closer to me as he added, "I'm glad he likes
boys."
I laughed, "Well I'm glad he likes this boy," I said, kissing
the boy again affectionately. "Won't your dad be home soon," I
asked cautiously.
Mark shook his head, "He's never home before six thirty so we
have a whole hour before we even need to get up."
I smiled and the boy began in earnest to play with my cock,
rubbing it gently between both hands so that it was soon half-
erect. Mark looked up grinning triumphantly, shamelessly proud of
his accomplishment, "Well?" I grinned back at him and shook my
head. The boy's smile faded in disappointment and frustration.
"Well okay? What do I do now?" he asked.
I shrugged, "What do you want to do?"
He hesitated for a moment then smirked, "Alex, I want to put
him back in my mouth like we did at the start," he said as he slid
downward so that his buttocks were against my knees, bringing his
mouth to my genitals. He smirked cheekily, meeting my eyes,
challenging me with his boyish bravado, then his mouth opened and
he took my cock into his mouth, his lips forming a seal as his
tongue embraced it and he began to suck.
I had thought that I heard a door creak somewhere downstairs
but I guessed I imagined it. The house was very quiet, silent except
for the boy's wet sucking sounds. I lay back, abandoned to the
ecstasy that this beautiful naked boy was giving me, his perfect
body now straddled over me as he worked eagerly on my cock, my pubic
hair coated with his saliva. In moments I knew that I would climax
again but I resisted the impulse to pull him away and turn him onto
his side and penetrate his wonderful body again for the third time.
I knew he was sore, a young boy just can't do the things we'd done
that afternoon and not have some very painful side-effects. I
didn't hear the bedroom door open but I sensed the presence of
another person even as I heard the man's voice, "What in the hell
do you think you're doing, Mark?"
The boy sprang up as if he'd had an electric shock, his face
and neck instantly flushing into a bright crimson of shame, even
his ears flushed red.
"Shit," I swore aloud, reaching down and pulling the sheet up
to cover our naked bodies, suddenly aware of my thick rigid cock
pulsing with desire for the boy beside me, covered with his saliva,
glistening in the light from the afternoon sun as it streamed in
the window.
"What are you doing to my son?" the man demanded. I looked at
him, suddenly afraid of the father's wrath, knowing that my career
had just come to a sudden end, that I'd probably be spending the
next few years in jail.
"I,... I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I'm really sorry".
His father turned to me furiously, "How,... how could you?
He's just a boy,... he's just a little kid!"
I looked at Mark, remembering. That afternoon Mark had
changed, he was no longer the little boy that his father had left
that morning. Mark started to cry, turning his face into the pillow
as his body heaved with painful sobs. "Maybe you should get
dressed, both of you. We can talk downstairs."
He left the room and I reached over, gently stroking the boy's
back. Slowly the crying stopped and he sat up. He was afraid,
dejected, his body slumped as he sighed, "Shit!" he swore quietly,
"Damn him!"
I smiled and slowly I began to grin, then laughing. "What's
so funny?" the boy demanded angrily.
I stopped, "You are,... you're funny when you're angry Mark.
You're also incredibly sexy. Do you think your dad would wait until
we finished?" I teased.
The boy smiled slowly, then began to giggle, "What if he came
in a few minutes later? Then he'd really be pissed off. So would I
too,... but he would have seen a lot more than me sucking on your
penis."
We laughed together, finding relief from our shame. I
playfully tousled the boy's hair. "Do you think he'd wait now for
us to finish?" I teased as I kissed his brown bare shoulder, then
leaning forward to continue to kiss him, leaving a little wet trail
up his neck.
Mark shook his head. "I'm really sorry tiger," I whispered as
I hugged him gently.
The boy shrugged, "He'd have found out sooner or later I
guess. I was wondering how I'd introduce you to him. Hi Dad, this
is Alex Weston. I've had sex with him," he joked feebly.
Mark reached down and picked up his red briefs but I reached
forward and took them. "A memento of you,... just in case okay?"
He nodded remembering that I had used his briefs to wipe away
the wetness between his cheeks, his blood and the slimy mucus, my
semen and the Vaseline that had oozed out after his very first time.
The reddish juice had left a dark brown smear, crusted on the soft
cloth. The boy went over to his drawer and took out another pair.
"I love you Mark," I said quietly.
The boy looked around in surprise, "I know that," he said
sulkily, "I,... love you too,... at least I think I do,... I just
want us to be together,... you know," I nodded and we both finished
dressing silently. Then as Mark sat down on the bed to pull on his
socks he looked up at me, "I liked what we did,... it was fun wasn't
it?"
I grinned. "Yeah it was fun. Mark, I'm glad I met you," I said.
"I had no idea you were going to be such a tiger in bed. If your
dad knew about what we did earlier he'd probably kill me."
The boy smiled. "Yeah me too," he said quietly.
"I thought you said that your dad already knew you were gay,
that you'd talked a lot with him about sex?"
The boy nodded, "We have talked about it. I didn't think he'd
be that angry. I mean,... well I knew he wouldn't be happy about
me doing that stuff until I was older,... he said when I was a
teenager,... but he really didn't say that I shouldn't.... I just
had to careful about what I did and all that."
"Well," I shrugged, "I guess we better go downstairs and find
out how angry he really is, huh?"
We left the room together. Other than going to the bathroom
it was the first time that either of us had been out of the room
in more than five hours. I took a last look around, "You have a
nice room, Mark", I said, thinking that it was a palace compared
to the prison cell that probably awaited me.
Though neither Mark or I knew it, his father had been thinking
as we dressed upstairs. He remembered his own youth, his own first
experiences when he was thirteen, more than two years older than
his son. The memories of what he'd done, the feelings he'd had,
were insistent and painful. He remembered all too vividly, the fear
and shame, the guilt that overwhelmed him, the terror he would have
known had his own father discovered that he was having sex with a
grown man. Shortly after we came downstairs, he found out who I was
and Mark and I became lovers enjoying his full support.
THE END, OR THE START OF WONDERFUL THINGS.
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