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Bobby and His Strict Father
By Anonymous (address withheld)

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A boy is introduced to Man-boy love by his strict, soldier father. 
(Mb, extreme-ped, inc, spank)

***

"Ten-HUT!"

"Yes, SIR!"

"About FACE!"

"But dad..."

"That's an order, son!"

"Yes, sir."

Bobby Parker obeys, looking off to one side, his big brown eyes 
unable to meet his dad's steely gaze, his usually pale cheeks 
wildly ablaze. He'd been standing up close to the sink, up on his 
toes, his pants down around his ankles, with the water running and 
using his soap-on-a-rope, one of the presents he'd just gotten for 
his tenth birthday, to jerk off.

"So, how long has this been going on?"

"Only a few minutes, sir. I was just... just... washing it, and 
I..."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. Washing it, huh? And 
that's a bold-faced lie if I ever heard one. Do you think I'm 
stupid, son"

"No, SIR!"

"Well?"

"I just started, sir. I've only done it a few times."

"When and how many?"

"Well it was a few weeks ago, and... and... well, I guess I've 
lost count."

Actually he knows exactly to the day. It was June 22nd. He and his 
best friend Jimmy Baker, who's a year older, had been playing 
'interrogate the insurgents' in Jimmy's dad's woodshed. The game 
was based on the big scandal they'd heard about on TV and read 
about in the papers. 

Jimmy had tied Bobbie's wrists behind the center post, and his 
ankles to the sides of the post as well, and was asking him 
questions...

"So, where are the weapons of mass destruction?"

"We have none, American devil. You are the only ones that have 
them"

"Oh, yeah! You're lying."

"Am not."

"Then why do you have a stiffy?" Jimmy said, grabbing his crotch.

It was true. Something about being tied up and helpless had had 
this effect on him. Bobbie looked down and stared at his best 
friend's hand gripping his cock through his shorts.

"Let me go," he murmured.

"No! This is what they do to make them confess," Jimmy said, 
giving his cock a few hard yanks. "It's against their religion."

"It is?"

"Sure." Then pulling down his shorts and grabbing him again 
through his underwear, "So then where is the fertilizer you use to 
make car bombs?"

Jimmy's hand on his stiff cock had made him blush like crazy and 
sent these shivery tingles up and down his spine. "Geez, Jimmy... 
maybe we'd better stop now, okay?"

"Not on your life you, lying terrorist." Then he'd pulled down his 
boxer shorts.

For a long moment there was only silence.

"Wow" Jimmy said softly. "You've got a really nice one"

"What?"

"A nice cock! It's so smooth and creamy looking."

"Geez, Jimmy what are you talking about? Do you want to play this 
game or what?"

Then Jimmy reached out and his fingers curled around and began to 
move up and down on it.

"Yeah, and it's a big one, too. Bigger than mine. It's almost as 
big as my dad's."

"Your dad's? Geez, how do you... do you...?" But Bobbie couldn't 
finish. The feel of his best friend's hand stroking his cock took 
his breath away.

"I've seen it, okay? Lots of times. And yours is so... so... that 
I just have to... to..." 

And Jimmy bent down and sucked it into his mouth.

Bobby gasped. If he'd thought his hand felt good, his friend's 
mouth was even more astounding. He knew he should stop him but he 
couldn't. 

For several minutes the only sounds were the little snaps made by 
Jimmy's wet, sucking lips and the drone of the big black flies 
trying to get back out to the garden and the little 'waps' as they 
butted up against the dirty glass in the only window.

Finally Bobbie moaned, "Golly, Jimmy how can you... mmm... do 
that?" 

"Feels good, don't it?" Jimmy whispered, all pretense dropped.

Bobby could only groan as his friend went back to sucking him. He 
was very embarrassed by what Jimmy was doing. He knew it had to be 
wrong, because he wasn't gay, but at the same time it felt so 
amazing he didn't want him to stop.

A few seconds later waves of intense pleasure washed up from his 
belly and filled his head as he felt his cock jerk and throb in 
Jimmy's mouth. His knees went weak and it felt like his brain was 
spinning around, and if he hadn't been tightly lashed to the 
center post he would have fallen down.

Jimmy stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then 
he'd untied him. As soon as he was free Bobbie pulled up his 
shorts and took off for home.

"Hey, what about me?" he heard Jimmy shout behind him as he ran. 
"You could at least jerk me off"

So that's how it started. The next day he tied up Jimmy and used 
some waterless hand cleaner to jerk him off as he asked him 
questions. However, Jimmy didn't even bother to try to answer 
them. He just closed his eyes and gasped, "harder, Yankee dog," 
and "faster, infidel," until he groaned as his cock jerked and 
shot out these hot little drops of clear liquid into his palm.

Bobbie said "Geez, what's that stuff?" 

"Geez, Bobby don't you jerk off?"

"No."

"Well, I do. Every day. That's my semen. The stuff that makes 
babies. Although I don't think mine has got any sperm in it yet. 
When it spurts out it's called cumming."

Then as Bobbie reached for a rag, "No! Don't! Untie me."

So Bobbie did and Jimmy grabbed his hand and licked it up.

"Jeez! What are doing?" Bobby exclaimed. 

"Hey, a day without a good cum is like a day without orange 
juice."

"Don't you mean, sunshine?"

"Whatever."

Then he stood up against the post and let Jimmy tie him up and 
suck him off again, and ever since he's been jerking off every 
chance that he gets. He's even done it with his feet up over his 
head and bent double so when he cums it lands in his mouth. He's 
also begun to imagine that he's tied up and naked. At first it was 
only Jimmy, but lately it's been a bunch of faceless older men 
that are taking turns sucking with his stiff, throbbing cock while 
he jerks them off.

Sometimes he even takes chances to go do it. It's like he can't 
help it. He worries about this, but this doesn't stop him.

And now he's been caught! And by his own dad, yet! His very strict 
dad who is home on leave from the very place that he and Jimmy had 
been pretending they were soldiers in. Except his dad is in charge 
of supplies, not a guard for captured insurgents.

"I see," his dad says. "Do you know what it's called?"

"Sir?"

"What you were doing. Do you know what it's called?"

"Je... je... jerking off, sir."

"Yes. But it's also called 'masturbation'."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Parade rest, son," his father says walking over to him. He 
reaches down then and begins to gently handle him. 

"God, son, you have a beautiful cock."

"I do?"

"Yes. Just like the rest of you. You have no idea, do you? You 
have the face of an angel. Those big brown eyes, perfect mouth and 
cute butt. And now this. Although I guess I should have known, 
because when you were little and I changed you, I ... well let's 
just say I loved you very much then, so...

"And do you... do you still love me, sir?"

"Yes, son, I do. Just as much."

"Do you still love mom?"

"Yes, I do. With all my heart."

"But dad... I mean, sir... how can you... well, do stuff. With 
both of us, I mean."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Doesn't it have to be one or the other? Not the love part but... 
well, the sex?"

"Don't believe all the crap you hear. Think for yourself. Go with 
your feelings. They'll tell you the truth."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"So how does what I'm doing to you feel? Be honest."

"It feels really, really good, sir," Bobby manages. 

Jimmy didn't always tie him up and suck him off. Sometimes they 
were afraid they'd get caught so they just dropped their shorts 
and rolled each other's  cocks like pieces of clay between their 
palms. Bobbie has gotten to think that Jimmy's cock is a real nice 
one. It's long and smooth and ivory colored, like a small tusk. He 
loves the way it feels as it grows stiff in his hands and then, at 
the end when they'd both cum at the same time, the way it jerks 
and spurts little hot, clear drops. And now Bobbie was shooting a 
little semen, too, and Jimmy licks both his own and Bobbie's hands 
clean.

However it was one thing to do this with his best friend, but now 
his own father was doing it!??"

"Dad, does this mean... because I like it a lot... that I'm gay? I 
mean I like girls... at least a little... and only some of them... 
but... but..."

"Don't ask, son. And don't tell. And don't worry about it, either. 
At least not right now. It's a normal developmental stage that 
young boys go through. It's how you figure out how your body 
works, and what you are. For now just go with your feelings."

"Yes, sir." And he closes his eyes. Without even realizing it, 
Bobby puts his hands behind him, trapping them against the sink as 
he leans back and spreads his knees.

"However, there's still the matter of your lying to me, isn't 
there?"

"Ye... ye... yes, sir."

"Okay," and he stops and steps back. "Pull up your pants."

Bobby does this.

"Ten-hut."

Bobby snaps to attention.

"Follow me, son."

Bobby does. 

As they go through the kitchen he looks at the clock. His mom 
won't be home for hours. Whenever she goes to the mall she spends 
practically the whole day.

His dad goes out back and heads to his woodshed. Like Jimmy's 
father's it's not used for it's original purpose. It's more like a 
shop and a place to keep gardening stuff. He and Jimmy have used 
this one a few times, too. It even has a center post that they use 
to tie each other up to.

Without thinking Bobby goes over to this and leans back against 
it, and puts his arms around it and grabs his wrists.

"What are you doing, son?"

"Oh, I was... I was... I don't know. I just thought that you..."

"Is this what you do with your little friends?"

"Oh, no, sir. I mean... well, only with Jimmy."

"Jimmy Baker? Isn't he that young good looking boy with long 
blonde hair?"

"Yes, sir. I guess."

"I might have known. Well, I'm not him. I'm your father. Now turn 
around and drop your pants."

Bobbie's big brown eyes get wider as he stares at his dad.

"That's an order."

"Yes, Sir" Bobby obeys. The feeling of being bare-naked from the 
waist down makes him shiver, even though it's in front of his dad. 
He leans his forehead against his arms which he has crossed in 
front of him. It's been years since his father has done this. 
Spanked him for whatever he'd done wrong. But then again, with the 
war, his dad hasn't been around all that much, either. He'd been 
so young then that his dad would simply take him over his knee and 
pull down his pants. And now he realizes how much he's been 
missing him. And missing this. 

He braces himself, but his father takes his arms down and pulls 
them around the post. He wraps his wrists tightly with some twine, 
then ties it off. Then he takes his hips and pulls them backward, 
at the same time spreading his feet with one of his own as wide as 
he can with his pants still around his ankles.

Even though this is his dad instead of Jimmy, his cock is so stiff 
it's throbbing.

"Whack"

"Mmm."

Like when he was little, Bobby doesn't cry out. He bites his lips 
to be the 'good soldier' his dad had said he should be.

"Whack"

"Mmm."

"By the way, your mother doesn't need to know about this."

"Whack"

"Yes, SIR."

"Or your little friends, either."

"Whack"

"Yes, SIR."

"And that includes Jimmy. Now tell me the truth. Do you suck him?"

"No, SIR."

"Does he suck you?"

"Ah, yes, sir."

"Do you put your cocks up each other's butts?"

"No, SIR."

Jimmy had wanted to do this but Bobby wouldn't let him. The idea 
gave him little tingling feelings in his tummy and he was afraid 
he'd like it too much. Then he'd be gay for sure.

"Nice and warm are we?" his dad asks, his big hand moving over his 
stinging cheeks sending little tingles up his spine.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I think you're ready, then."

Bobby turns his head and sees his dad go to the workbench. But 
when he comes back, instead of the can of waterless hand cleaner 
Bobby had bought and put out here for jerking Jimmy off, it's a 
tube. 

His dad squeezes some into one palm, then slicks up two fingers of 
his other hand. "This is made for this," he says. 

Bobbie closes his eyes as these push up into him. The thought of 
this, and the feeling take his breath away.

"Just relax and don't fight it, son. It's going to happen, so you 
might as well accept it."

"Yes, sir," Bobbie gasps.

His knees quiver at this strange, but not at all unpleasant, 
sliding sensation. It's like when he takes a really good dump. 
When a big, hard turd pushes its way out. Except this time it's 
his dad's fingers and they're going the other way and wiggling 
deep inside.

"Mmm," Bobbie moans. Then, "Oh, wow, sir," he gasps as he feels 
his dad's other hand grasp his prick and begin to stroke it.

"I'm strict with you, and I spank you, because I love you, son."

"Yes, sir," he says, feeling a wonderful warm glow rush through 
him. Because at times he'd wondered this. "And I... I love you, 
too... sir."

"I know you do, son. And that's important to me."

The fingers leave him and he feels strangely empty. But then he 
hears the sound of a zipper and feels something else against him 
back there. Something warm and long, moving smoothly and slowly up 
and back in his crack. 

Jimmy had done this once or twice, and it felt really nice. But 
when he tried to push in the tip, Bobby had shouted 'NO!' and 
wiggled his butt so he couldn't. But he didn't dare move this 
time. After all, this was his dad.

"You have a beautiful behind, son. All smooth and hairless. I just 
have to do this. I have to man-boy love you, understand?"

"Ye... ye... yes, sir. I think so."

"Good. Now relax."

"Mmm," he hums, biting his lips as he feels his dad's knob invade 
him. He'd seen his dad a couple of times getting into or out of 
the shower, and while his cock was bigger than Jimmy's... of 
course, he's never seen it stiff, either, so... and the fact that 
spanking him had caused his dad to get an erection made that warm 
rush wash through him again.

"Son, I've wanted to... ummm... love you like this... ummm... for 
a very long time... ummm," his dad grunts, and with each 'ummm' 
Bobbie feels him push in a little deeper. It's the most amazing 
feeling he's ever felt. He thinks then of the word 'invasion.' 
He's heard this a lot lately on the news. But this time it isn't a 
country and columns of tanks. This time it's his body, and it's 
his own dad's cock that's doing the invading. 

Then when he's all the way up inside... and he feels complete, 
wonderfully helpless, and it's like he and his dad are one thing 
that can never be separated again... "How are you doing, son?"

"I'm... fine, sir. But I didn't think... that fathers were 
supposed to..." but just then he feels his dad's cock jerk, and it 
takes his breath away. "Oh! Oh, dad! Do that again, please."

"I thought you like it. I'll do it until... mmm... you're used to 
it... mmm... and you're ready... mmm... to be... mmm... 'man-boy-
loved'."

Bobby shivers with each jerk because these are causing even more 
amazing feelings inside him. 'My dad's cock inside me! I love it! 
I don't care if it makes me gay! I want him to man-boy-love me!'

"I think I'm ready, dad. I mean, sir. You can begin anytime."

"Good. You can call me 'dad,' son..." as he begins to pull slowly 
out. "when we're doing this..." as he reaches the end and pushes 
back in. "In fact, I'd prefer it."

"Okay, dad," Bobbie pants. The lovely sliding sensation makes him 
tremble, and hearing him say this brings on that warm rush again. 

His dad begins to go faster, his hand on his cock matching each 
stroke, so his fingers slide down to the base when he's all the 
way up inside him, and then go up as he pulls out.

"Squeeze down on me, son" his dad moans making his cock jerk again 
when he's fully buried. 

Without even knowing how, Bobbie obeys.

"That's it. Mmmm! Oh, God, I've wanted this... mmm... for so 
long."

Then faster and harder, and harder and faster. The sensation 
inside him is dizzyingly wonderful. Then suddenly his dad pulls 
him hard against him. Bobbie loves being so small in his dad's 
hands, and having his dad's big strong body curving around him, 
but he especially loves the feel of his hot, stiff, deeply buried 
love filling him up.

Then Bobbie feels it. This time the warm rush is not just 
emotional. He thinks happily, "My dad's semen! He's spurting it 
into me" And then as his own prick begins to jerk in his dad's 
gripping hand, "I'm making him happy! He's making me... and I'm 
making him... cum."

***

The next two days his dad doesn't act any different, or say 
anything either. Then as they are watching the game on TV his mom 
leaves to go the dentist. As soon as she's out the door his dad 
says, "Bobbie come sit beside me."

He does and his dad reaches over and undoes his pants. Bobbie 
lifts his hips and lets his dad push them down to his knees. He's 
not wearing any underwear as he's been hoping for this, and 
because he's been thinking about going over to Jimmy's.

His dad takes hold of his cock, which stiffens right away. 

"You have such a beautiful prick, son. So smooth and flawless. 
I've always thought so from the time you were a baby and I changed 
your diapers. Now I find it's a bigger than one would expect on 
someone your age."

"Gee, thanks, sir. I mean, dad," Bobbie manages. He's been wishing 
for this. To be spanked and man-boy-loved again by his dad. 

"Stand up and take off all your clothes, for me, son. I haven't 
seen you completely naked since you were a toddler. I want to see 
how much the rest of you has grown."

Bobbie does this, his face flushed and warm, and that nice glowing 
feeling running through him. Then when he's done...

"Ten-hut."

Bobbie snaps to attention.

His dad smiles and reaches out and grabs his cock. He uses it to 
pull him close. Then as his big hands go up and down his sides, 
then over his belly, cock and balls, and behind, "Yes, son. You 
are still just as absolutely beautiful as you were then. Even more 
so, now that you've grown. Parade rest."

Bobbie obeys and his dad uses his cock to pull him even closer, so 
his spread legs are straddling his knees. Then he takes his belt 
off and uses it to bind his wrists in the small of his back. 

"Do you remember my giving you baths? It was before I was sent 
overseas the first time," his dad says, unzipping his pants.

Bobbie looks down to see his dad's cock spring up. His dad grabs 
it and moves it so his hard-soft knob grazes Bobbie's nut sack and 
his throbbing cock.

This makes Bobbie moan. He remembers the baths only vaguely. 
Nothing specific, just the nice warm shivery feelings all over his 
body. Bobbie can only shake his head. He can hardly breathe he's 
so filled with excited expectation.

"And this is what I did to you then...," as he bends his head. 

Finally it's going to happen. What he's been imagining as he jerks 
off, and even dreaming about. Bobbie gasps as his dad sucks him 
in.

***

A few days later he's in Jimmy's woodshed. He pulls down his 
shorts and since he hadn't worn any underwear, his cock, which had 
gotten stiff on the way over here, springs up.

"Jimmy, you remember what you wanted to do to me?" he says as he 
steps out of them.

"What?"

"You know. Put your cock up my butt?" as he takes off his T-shirt. 
He'd  only worn flip flops and he looks around and grabs a piece 
of cardboard because the dirt floor has sparkling bits of broken 
glass in it. 

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I'll let you, okay?" he says when he's facing the post. He 
puts the cardboard down, kicks off his flip-flops and stands on 
it. Then he bends over and puts his arms around the post. As he 
grabs his wrists on the other side of the post this shivery thrill 
of excitement rushes through him. He's imagined this, being 
completely naked in front of his best friend and saying this kind 
of stuff to him.

"You will?"

"Yeah. Just tie me up and spank me a little first." 

"Spank you?"

"Yeah. Not real hard or a lot. Just with your hand a few times 
until my butt gets nice and warm."

"God, Bobbie! What's come over you? First you call me up and beg 
me to let you come over. Then when you get here, you practically 
grab my hand and lead me out here. You strip naked and now you 
want to be spanked and butt-fucked? You've turned into a real 
little slut" 

"I thought you said you wanted to."

"Oh, I do" Jimmy says, dropping his shorts and stepping out of 
them. "So prepare to be corn-holed, you little cock-hound"

Bobbie sticks his butt back, even though what Jimmy's just said 
has made his face turn red and his eyes burn. He never thought 
that his best friend would call him names. It isn't fair since 
he'd been the one who suggested it in the first place.

Jimmy quickly uses some rope to tie his wrists. He's in such a 
hurry that he only does a few wraps and makes a quick, not very 
tight knot, but that doesn't matter, again that wonderful, warm 
glow rushes all through him.

"Whack"

"Mmmm."

"Whack"

"Mmmm."

"Whack"

"Mmmm! Hey you could..."

"Whack"

"Owww! ...rub me a little once in awhile, too."

"Whack"

"Fuck that! I like doing this too much."

"Whack"

"Owww! Hey, that's too hard."

"Shut up, slut! You asked for this..."

"Whack"

"OWWW!"

"...and now you're going to get it"

"Whack"

"STOP! That's enough!"

"Whack"

Bobbie tugs at the rope and it loosens, but just then Jimmy stops 
and goes and gets the hand cleaner. 

Then his slick fingers wiggling up inside him take his breath 
away...

His dad had man-boy-loved him twice since that first time. He'd 
come into his room late at night, pulled back the covers, turned 
him over, pulled him up on his knees, pulled down his pj's, 
slicked him up, and opened his robe, and then, right there in his 
own bed... and it had been like his dreams only better, and that 
first time he'd only been half awake... 

"I know this is taking a chance, son," he'd whispered. "But I'll 
be going back soon, and... well, you never know over there who'll 
stand next to you and blow themselves up."

Since mom was asleep in the next room, Bobbie made a special 
effort to not groan or even hum as his dad's hot loving stiffness 
filled him up and thrilled him to his very core.

"Don't cum until I tell you, son. That's an order."

"Yes, sir," he'd whispered back, wondering why, and how he'd 
manage to obey, because the sensation of his father's big cock 
sliding into and out of his ass felt so fantastic.

Then finally, just when he was sure he couldn't stand it for one 
more second, "Okay, son! Cum! Cum for me."

Bobbie groaned loudly then. He couldn't help it. His dad's 
shuttling hand gripped him hard and this made the wild throbbing 
twice as wonderful, and made his brain spin and his whole body 
tremble. He felt himself clamping down on his dad's jerking cock 
that was buried very deep inside him as it pumped out his semen, 
and his own cock tip burned as he spurted out a few drops of his 
own into his father's palm...

Then Jimmy comes around the post.

"Suck me a little first," he says standing close and pushing his 
cock at his face.

"No."

"Suck me or I won't fuck you."

Bobbie stares at his friend's stiff prick waving in front of him. 
His dad had done this to him twice more, but hadn't asked him to 
do it to him. He wasn't sure why, but he hadn't. He wanted to try 
it, even though he was afraid it would make him gag. And then 
there was the problem of his dad's semen. He wasn't sure whether 
to swallow it, or spit it out.

"Can't you just man-boy... I mean, put it up my butt? Isn't that 
enough?"

"You mean can't I just fuck you? Jesus, Bobby, you want it so bad, 
but won't say the words for it? Maybe I'll have to make you. Maybe 
if I whacked your ass with a board for awhile you'd beg me to let 
you suck me..." as he goes away.

"No! No, Jimmy! I swear to God I'll... I'll..." Bobbie shouts 
yanking on his wrists. The knot starts to work loose more as Jimmy 
searches through the pile of scraps for something the right size 
and shape. Any second now and he'll be free!

"What the fuck is going on here?" Bobbie hears. He turns his head 
and sees Jimmy's dad in the doorway.

"Oh, hi, dad. We were just playing, and... well, it's called 
torture the terrorists. Like on TV? And I was just..."

"Shut the fuck up, son. Fuckin' liar. Think I'm dumb? Get your ass 
over here," the man says closing the door and coming closer.

"Yes, sir" Jimmy says shuffling to him as quickly as he can with 
his pants around his ankles.

"Now get my cock hard and slick...," he says pushing the boy to 
his knees with one hand, "...so's I can fuck your little friend's 
beautiful ass," as he rubs Bobbie's sore butt with the other 
sending shivers up his spine. 

Bobbie shivers again as he watches Jimmy take his father's cock 
out of his pants. It's at least as big as his dad's but Jimmy 
sucks it all into his mouth without hesitation.

"That's it, you little cocksucker! Take all of your old man's 
meat" his father growls, grabbing a fistful of Jimmy's hair and 
humping his hips. 

Jimmy closes his eyes and hums in his throat. Bobbie stares in 
amazement at his best friend sucking his father so hard his cheeks 
are hollow, as he hears him breathing quickly through his nose.

"Geez" he thinks, "he's done this before and it looks like he 
likes it! No wonder he's so good when he sucks me"

Mr. Baker sees Bobbie staring. "Don't worry, Parker. I'm savin' 
this load of jizz just for you."

Then a few seconds later, "Okay, that'll do," the man says, 
pushing at his son's forehead. "Make sure it's well covered with 
spit."

Jimmy takes his father's cock out of his mouth and spits on it. 

It looks really long now, and shiny and bumpy, with a fat, very 
red knob on the end of it. Then it moves out of his sight as the 
man moves behind him and grabs his hips.

"Nooo! Don't, Mr. Baker. Please" Bobbie begs.

"Shut the fuck up, you little pig! Your daddy fucks you, don't 
he?" as he rubs the knob against his back hole, making him shiver 
all over.

"How did you...?"

"Didn't until just now. I just figured him bein' a Marine an all, 
and you two out here in the shed all the time playing with each 
other. Jesus, what a sweet little rose hole you got. No hair and 
all smooth and pink like a little girl. This is gonna be... 
mmm..." as he pushes the tip in.

Bobbie closes his eyes. It's that stretching-sliding-filling up 
feeling that he loves when his dad's knob plops in. 

Then he hears, "C'mon, Bobbie. Suck me."

He opens his eyes and sees Jimmy's sweet, hard cock right in his 
face.

He licks his lips, but he groans, "No."

"Oh, yes" Mr. Baker growls and pushes his cock all the way up 
inside him.

Bobbie gasps and Jimmy grabs his nose and shoves his cock in. 

The two of them begin. He's being fucked up the ass and having his 
mouth invaded at the same time. Bobbie can't believe this is 
happening, but at the same time... and then as they both begin to 
go faster and harder the knot comes undone and he grabs the rope 
with his thumbs so it won't come off his wrists, so they won't 
know how much he's loving this...

That night when his dad tip-toes into his room Bobbie is wide 
awake. He's lying on his back with his legs spread playing with 
his stiff cock.

"Are you okay, son? How come you're not wearing your pj's?" he 
whispers.

"It's because you're leaving next week, and I was waiting for 
you."

"Oh, I see."

His dad sits down on the edge of the bed and Bobbie moves over to 
make room for him.

"Dad, I have to ask you something. And tell you something."

"What, son?" as he takes Bobbie's hand away and replaces it with 
his own. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"Dad, do you think I'm a faggot?"

"Faggot? Where did you... and why would you think...?"

It was because Mr. Baker had groaned between thrusts, "Ummm! Hey, 
the little faggot... is lovin' this! Your friend's sweet little 
sphincter... is clamping down on my prick... like a fist. Oh, 
yeah, he's a real... hot little faggot.... all right."

"Oh, wait. I get it. You went over to Jimmy's house today and 
you've been playing around with him again, right?"

"Well, yeah. Except... well, it wasn't just him. His dad kinda 
caught us. In the shed. And I was naked and tied up so I 
couldn't... well, kinda anyway, so he... well, he did it to me, 
dad."

"Why that pervert! That pedophilic son-of-a-bitch! I'll get my gun 
and..." his dad says standing up.

Bobbie can see in the dimness that his dad's cock is making this 
tent in his pajama bottoms.

"No, dad! Not so loud! You'll wake up mom."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to let him get away with this. 
First thing tomorrow, I'm going over there, and..."

"No, dad. Please don't. It wasn't like that. It was... well, I 
have a confession to make."

"What, son? You know you can tell me anything."

"I know, but... well, it's hard. I didn't mind it. In fact, I 
liked it. I liked it almost as much as when you fuck me..."

His dad sits down on the bed again. "Fuck you? Son, I don't fuck 
you. I love you. I man-boy love you. I've never even said that 
word. At least not in front of you. And as for being a faggot... 
listen, Bobbie, don't let the words get in the way. And don't let 
what other people say and do mess you up. It's what you do, what 
you feel that matters. Life is too short not to do the things that 
you want because of someone's else's morality. God, if it's one 
thing I've learned over there it's that all this religious crap 
is... well, crap."

"Dad, you're talking too loud again."

"Oh, sorry. Well, I'm glad you told me. I'll have to think about 
this, however." His dad stands up. "Now you get some sleep and 
tomorrow..."

"Wait, dad. Don't go yet. I want to... well, can I... ah, suck 
you?"

"What? Suck me? Geez, Bobbie, I've been wanting you to do that 
ever since I can remember."

"You have?"

"Yes, son. It's one of the nicest ways to show your love, but I 
wasn't sure how you'd react. I didn't want to shock you."

In a way his dad was right. It had been a shock to have his best 
friend's cock pushing into his mouth. But it had been even a 
bigger one that he had liked it so much. It made him feel small 
and helpless, but at the same very powerful, and he was proud that 
his best friend was trusting him like this. Even when Jimmy 
spurted he loved it. It tasted a little salty, but he didn't mind. 
"His cum. He's giving me his cum," he'd thought. 

Then afterwards Mr. Baker had cleaned his still stiff cock with 
the hand cleaner and made him suck him off, too. While Jimmy, who 
was also still hard, fucked him and jerked him off. It had been a 
double dose of the best thing that had ever happened to him. That 
is, except for being fucked and sucked by his loving dad.

"I love you, dad. Let me show you how much," Bobbie says as he 
sits up and leans over to pull down his dad's pajama bottoms. His 
dad's cock springs up and when he takes it into his mouth that 
wonderful warm thrill runs through him.

His dad turns and sits down on the bed again, and without taking 
his mouth off him, Bobbie moves to kneel on the floor. Now he can 
really do it right. Bob his head up and down and at the same time 
play with his dad's balls.

His dad pets him. "Oh! Son! That's so great! You do that just 
right."

This makes Bobbie very happy. And glad that Mr. Baker had given 
him instructions, even though he'd grabbed fistfuls of his hair 
and growled them at the time.

"No teeth, stupid" and "swirl your tongue around the knob," and 
"breath through your nose and take it all the way down your 
throat" and "flick the tip of your tongue back and forth 
underneath," and "take it out now and then and lick it like a 
lollipop"

Bobbie had obeyed, forgetting to hold the rope, which fell off to 
the ground as he took hold of the man's cock and licked up and 
down its length. The fact that it had just been inside his butt 
only made it that much more exciting.

He does all these things to his dad, who groans in his throat and 
bites his lips so he won't make too much noise.

Then at the end he does what Mr. Baker did, groans and grabs his 
head in both hands and humps his hips. Bobbie swallows fast and 
hard to get all his dad's warm, wonderful cum.

When he's done spurting his dad doesn't let go, and he bends down 
and kisses him, swirling his tongue in his mouth as if to taste 
his own semen. This makes Bobbie's heart swell up with love for 
him in a whole new way.

"Now I have a confession to make, son. When you were just a baby 
I'd put the tip up to your lips and you'd suck on it like it was a 
nipple. I never came, however. I wanted to, but... and now you've 
finally done it. Swallowed my semen, and very eagerly besides. 
Thank you, son. You've made me very, very happy."

***

"Come on in. Been expecting you. What took you so long?" Mr. Baker 
says stepping aside and opening the door wide.

It's three days later. Three days during which Bobbie had sucked 
off his dad three times and twice been loved up the butt with his 
wonderful cock. And his dad had sucked him off twice and they'd 
gotten into the shower together twice and jerked each other off.  

They'd been able to do this because Bobbie's mom's dad was sick 
and she had gone to visit her parents, so they had the house to 
themselves and had walked around naked the whole time. 

But now she's back and they're afraid they'll be caught because 
they can't keep their hands off each other. So Bobbie called up 
Jimmy and now...

"Yeah, well we've been busy," his dad says as they go in. 

"I'll bet," Mr. Baker laughs. Then when the door is closed, he 
shouts, "Hey, Jimmy they're here. Get your sweet little ass down 
here! It's time to get fucked"

His dad looks at the man in surprise.

"Don't worry," Mr. Baker says. "I sent the wife off to one of her 
muff diving girlfriends for the night. She won't be around to 
bother us."

They go into the living room and sit down on the couch. Mr. Baker 
picks up the remote and turns on the TV. 

"Just watching a little porn," he says.

Bobbie sees three large, well-muscled men standing around a pretty 
girl with long blonde hair who looks to be around six or seven. 
The men are naked and the girl is sucking their cocks. As the 
camera pans back Bobbie realizes that the way the hair is combed 
and the makeup on the eyes and the lipstick had made him think it 
was a girl, but 'she' has a cock that's sticking up against his 
tummy. Then as the men grab the boy's hair and make him suck them 
faster and harder, the boy's expression makes Bobbie realize it's 
Jimmy when he was younger. Then as the camera pans back more he 
sees that one of the men is his father.

In the background another good-looking boy about the same age but 
with long black hair, wearing makeup so that he too looks like a 
girl, is hung up in chains from the rafters. The chains are 
attached to his wrists and ankles by wide black leather straps and 
his legs have been hoisted up so his ass is at just the right 
height for the man who is whipping him. His butt is almost as 
bright red as his lips, and now and then the leather strips on the 
short handled whip strike his hairless ball sack and his erect 
cock and his whole body jerks. 

The man doing the whipping has a very long, thick erection, and 
little clear drops of pre-cum are flying off the tip. After a few 
more strokes he drops the whip, grabs the boy's hips and pushes 
his cock all the way up inside him.

"Wow," Bobbie says softly, staring hard, his big eyes becoming 
even bigger, because it's like in his dreams.

Then he sees from the corner of his eye that his dad is no longer 
looking at the screen, but is staring at him.

"You like that, son?"

"Well, I... you see, dad I've been... well, imagining things. Ever 
since you started fu... ah, man-boy loving me. Stuff that I was 
sure no else in the world ever even thought of. And now to see 
them actually doing it..."

"I see."

Just then Jimmy comes running into the room. He's naked and is 
stroking his erect cock. "Hi, Mr. Parker. Nice to finally meet 
you," he says coming over to him and holding out his other hand.

Again Bobbie's dad stares as he takes the boy's hand and shakes 
it.

"So, do you want me to suck you a little first? Or would you 
rather fuck me right off?" he says excitedly.

"Geez, talk about your sluts," Bobbie says.

"Yeah," Mr. Baker laughs. "I brought him up right, didn't I" The 
man stands up and starts to undress. "Well, let's get to it, shall 
we, Parker? I can't wait to stick my cock up your boy's sweet, 
girlie ass again. He fucks me back like a little female animal in 
heat. You've done a great job raising him."

Again his dad stares at Bobbie. "God, son, what did you tell 
them?"

"Nothing, dad. Honest, I just... just... well, when I called up 
and said that we wanted to come over, Mr. Baker asked me why, and 
I said that I wanted him to... to..."

"He told me that he wanted me to fuck him," says Mr. Baker. 

Now Bobbie's dad stares at the man as he continues, "To tie him up 
and spank him and fuck him. And that you wanted to fuck my Jimmy."

"God, son! How could you...?" he says turning back to Bobbie, but 
he stops in mid-sentence as he sees that his son is already naked 
and stroking his hard prick.

"But dad, you told me to always tell the truth, and to go with my 
feelings, so I thought..."

"Ten-HUT!"

"Yes, SIR!"

"Well, that's quite a trick," says Mr. Baker, grinning. Then 
turning to Jimmy, "Why don't you do that?"

"Oh come on, dad. That stuff is stupid."

"Stupid?" roars Bobbie's dad. "Why I ought to... ten Hut, you 
little prick"

Jimmy snaps to attention.

"Yeah! That's the trick," says Mr. Baker, stepping out of his 
pants. "Now can you make them march?"

"Yes, but... to where?"

"Follow me. I've got just the place. You'll see."

***

"So, Parker... mmm, Jesus... still think I'm a pervert?" Mr. Baker 
groans.

"Well, if you are... ahhh, God! I guess I'm one too," Bobbie's dad 
pants back.

It's about a half hour later in the basement of the house in a 
room that looks like the one in the porn video. Both boys are bent 
over a leather horse like gymnasts use... except it's at just the 
right height for what it's being used for at the moment... bound 
to the frame with ropes wrapped around their wrists and ankles. 

They've both had their cheeks rouged, their long hair combed and 
ribboned, their lips reddened with non-smear lipstick, their eyes 
shadowed, eyelashes lengthened and darkened with mascara, so 
except for their stiff dicks and nut sacks they look very much 
like titless, pre-pubescent girls. Their buttocks, which have been 
thoroughly flogged, are just as red as their cheeks and lips, and 
at the moment both of their asses are being deeply and thoroughly 
fucked, Bobbie's by Mr. Baker, and Jimmy's by Bobbie's dad.

"Faster, Mr. Baker... mmm... and harder, please, too, sir," Bobbie 
groans.

"Yeah, Mr. Parker, sir. Me, too," Jimmy gasps.

Both fathers speed up their fucking of each other's son, and 
Bobbie's dad intersperses his thrusts with hard spanks.

Mr. Baker does the same, and soon...

"Christ! Your kid's ass is grabbing... my cock... like a fist," 
Mr. Baker moans. "The hot... little slut's... makin' me... 
cummmmMMMM!"

Bobbie's dad groans, "Your faggot son's... tight hot bung hole... 
is making me cum... tooooOOOO!"

***

"Are you sure, dad?" Bobbie asks.

"Yes, son. Go ahead," his dad says.

It's two days later. And it's two days before Bobbie's dad has to 
leave to go back to the war.

They are in a motel outside of town. They'd told his mom they were 
going fishing for the day. Both are naked and Bobbie's dad is 
lying face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips to raise 
them. His wrists have been tied in the small of his back.

Bobbie is kneeling between his spread thighs, his cock erect and 
gleaming. His dad's asshole is shining too, as Bobbie has just 
lubed him up with two fingers covered in gel from the tube that 
he's holding.

It's because after the two men had finished spurting their cum up 
inside the boys' guts, they'd untied them, sat on the large bed, 
wiped their cocks clean with some damp towels and watched as their 
two sons did a hot '69' right beside them.

"God, they look just like two cute little girls with cocks," 
Bobbie's dad had said softly.

"Yeah. Always makes me hard, too. Even after I've just cum. So, 
listen do you want to...?" Mr. Baker said as he took hold of 
Bobbie's dad's stiff cock.

"What!? Hey, what are...?" Bobbie's dad had sputtered. 

"Getting' you in the mood to be fucked. You got a really nice, 
smooth, hairless butt just like your son."

"Not on your life. I've never let anyone put anything... up my... 
God, you do that so good... and I'm not about to..."

"You mean to tell me you've never been fucked up the ass?! Jesus, 
man, then you've never really had sex," Mr. Baker said as he bent 
down and sucked him in.

Bobbie's dad put his hand on the man's head, but didn't push him 
away very hard. "God, Baker, stop. You're going to... make me... 
make me..."

After Mr. Baker made him cum, Bobbie and his dad left. His dad had 
been silent as they walked home.

"Are you okay, dad? I mean, sir?" Bobbie asked.

"Yes, son, I am. I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Well, I have to be honest. I wanted your mom to have a little 
girl. And seeing you all made up..."

"Are you sorry she had me?" Bobbie said, feeling the tears burn 
his eyes and his throat tighten up.

"No son. In fact, you are perfect. But... well, the things we've 
been doing have been making me think about myself. About what my 
life is. What it means. And where it's going."

"Do you mean you're afraid you're becoming a faggot?"

"No, son. I don't worry about the words. Only about what I do and 
how I feel about it. I'll tell you one thing. After this tour is 
up I'm not going to reenlist. I'm going to stay home with you and 
mom."

"Wow, dad! That would be great."

His dad took his hand then, and that's how they walked the rest of 
the way home...

"Okay, dad, here it comes," Bobbie says as he holds himself up on 
one arm and uses his other hand to rub the tip of his cock against 
his dad's puckered hole. "I'm finally going to boy-man love you."

"No son. You're going to fuck me. Oh, and spank me as you're doing 
it, okay?"

"Yes, SIR!" Bobbie laughs.

The End
