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Throw Away Kid


Chapter 1	A First Time for Everyone.

I checked my watch every ten minutes or so for the better part of the last hour.  Finally it was 3:15 in the afternoon.  I looked out the window of my upstairs office expecting to see the much awaited yellow school bus that would deliver my young friend.  He melted my heart every time I looked into his eyes.  

Michael lives in my neighborhood with his mother and 5 year old brother, Dylan.  He seldom ever has any contact with his father, and when he does it is usually a bad idea.  Michael tells the stories of abuse and neglect as well as a 10 year old can.  To add even more pain to his short life, his mother isn’t exactly a candidate for “Mother of the Year”.

She seems to be an adequate parent when her life consists solely of herself and her two boys, but she has recently become distracted by yet another boyfriend.  The pattern has played itself out a half dozen times in the almost two years since I have known Michael.  When she has a man in her life, her new “man” becomes the object of her affection and attention.  It is during these times the boys are left outside to play during the time of day that the other kids have already been gathered up for bath and then bedtime by their parents.  Sometimes the kids go without dinner.  From what I can tell, homework isn’t reviewed, the clothes are cleaned less often, and both boys receive little time or attention when the token boyfriend is around.

This time it seems worst than before.  The new boyfriend, Carl, seems to harbor an unnecessary regard for the boys.  More so for Michael than Dylan.  I think it is because Michael is old enough to realize the truth about their relationship.  Michael’s mom seems to be an easy target for providing food, shelter, and beer money for a man that has no ambition to work on a regular basis.  Since he moved in three weeks ago, she also provides him with a convenient source of sex.  Michael is well aware that this boyfriend like the others before him are looking for a regular lay.  He and Dylan are not allowed in the house when “Uncle Carl” gets the afternoon itch, which usually happens as soon as their mom gets home from work.  While most moms are cooking dinner for their kids, Michael and Dylan’s mom is serving up the house specialty for  “Uncle Carl” as her own children wait for the usual PBJ sandwich.

Just then I noticed the sound of the school bus.  I looked up from my desk through the window to see Michael getting off the bus with a few of the other neighborhood kids.  Dylan was a few steps behind his brother.  Despite the many needs Michael lacked, he took good care of his younger brother.  He is probably the most consistent care giver his brother has known.
 
As usual, Michael and his brother, headed home to drop their book bags and maybe score an after school snack, assuming their mom decided to buy groceries in the last week or two.  Carl is usually at a nearby bar with his buddies this time of day, so Michael carries a key to their townhouse.  I began to get a little excited, because I knew that Michael would be headed back down to my townhouse within minutes.

I became close to Michael soon after moving into the neighborhood.  Having graduated college and moving to the metropolitan area, I lived alone, away from my family. Being the oldest of three boys, the role of “big brother” comes natural to me. I primarily work out of an office in my home as a computer programmer, and am somewhat of a loner.  My flexible schedule allows me to spend the afternoons in the yard playing ball with the neighborhood kids after school.  They seem to enjoy the attention from an adult that acts more like one of them rather than their parents.

I have known for years that I was attracted to younger boys.  Of course I have resisted the urges to act upon my desires in the past, but something was different when I met Michael.  I seemed to be drawn to him.  I found him to be attractive.  He fits the typical description for the kind of boy I find gaining my attention in public places.  I think it is because he reminds me of myself as a young boy.  He is a little small for his age, straight dirty blond hair with a bowl hair cut.  His eyes are hazel to contrast his naturally tan completion.  He is athletic, but lacks the skill and confidence to be a jock.  His underdog, unwanted demeanor was part of the allure.  I realized, as I got to know him, that this was a boy that needed attention, tenderness, and care from an older male.  I think he quickly noticed that I too was different than the other adults in his life.

The afternoons of playing ball with the neighborhood kids gave way to my visits with Michael.  As we became goods friends, it was apparent that he was starved for a male attention.  He spent every available opportunity at my townhouse.  He often wanted to play ball, listen to my music, or just talk.  It doesn’t seem to matter what we do as long as we are together.  Our time is increased when his mother is involved with a man.  I hate it that he doesn’t receive the attention he needs from his mother, but I like the additional time we have together.

I have an erection almost the entire time we are alone together.  By the time he leaves for home, my underwear is soaked with precum.  I have been afraid to initiate a physical relationship to match the deeply emotional relationship that we have built over the last year or so.  However, this has begun to change over the last couple of weeks.  We have been together more often because his mom’s boyfriend doesn’t seem to want him around.  Sensing my reservation to act physically, Michael has taken the first step.  While we sit talking, as we often do, he has started going out of his way to sit close to me, always making contact with me.  I was a little surprised on a recent trip to the local mall, that he casually took my hand.  It seems we are always holding hands now except when in the watchful view of nosey neighbors.  I know people must question our relationship because we are together so often.  I expected his mother to step in by now and limit our time together, but I think she is grateful to have someone keeping him out of her hair, and more importantly, Carl’s hair.

When Michael must leave to return home, he stalls as long as possible.  Recently he started giving me a hug when leaving as well as when he arrives.  As much as I have wanted to touch Michael in a loving manner over the last few months, I have waited until he feels comfortable having a physical relationship.  We often will play wrestling or tickle games with each other.  These are just playful means for us to test the boundaries by getting close and touching in a non-threatening manner.  He is very ticklish especially on his inner thighs just below his groin.  We both enjoy our tickle battles, and seem to engage in this game more frequently.  When he must leave, I can hardly wait to masturbate.  While we are together, I feel as though I am going to explode.

I have moved our wrestling and tickle battles to my bedroom.  When it starts, he now automatically runs to my bed with me chasing him.  We continue our games for a half hour or so and then exhausted, we just lay there holding each other.  Sometimes for hours just embracing each other and talking about his deepest secrets and needs.  We talk a lot about his past abuse and neglect, his father, his frustration with his mom, and his devotion to his brother.  He feels very comfortable discussing his feelings and often expresses his desire for me to be his father.  I also fantasize that he could be my son.  In fact we have developed an unspoken father/son bond and regard each other with this level of respect.

A few days ago, we were on my bed wrestling.  I had allowed him to pin me down on my back.  He was straddled over me wearing very loose shorts and briefs (underwear) that were also too big.  As a result, I could see his beautiful smooth hairless crotch for the first time.  Because of the shadows, I could not see as clearly as I would have liked, but he must have noticed that I was looking at his “privates” with great interest.  It was as though I had communicated my desires as we stood perfectly still, my eyes moving back and forth from his crotch to his face.  Nothing was said.  We stayed in my bed holding each other until time for him to go home.  As usual, I masturbated as I watched him walk up the street to his townhouse.

The next day we were in my living room.  I was busy with something as Michael and a neighborhood friend of his were on the sofa talking.  Their conversation quickly caught my attention as I overheard them talking about erections.  The other boy, Travis that lived in the building next to me, was about two years younger than Michael at the ripe age of eight.  He was telling Michael that his penis sometimes gets hard and grows, and he asked if Michael experiences the same.  Michael seemed a little uncomfortable discussing it with him, and I casually entered the conversation careful not to embarrass the boys.  I explained that it was called an erection and was perfectly normal for them to experience.  Our Sex Ed conversation continued for about 10 minutes more.

After Travis went home, Michael and I continued our sexual discussion.  I went on to explain puberty and the changes that occur in a boy’s body.  His eyes and ears were wide opened and I responded to a steady stream of questions that would hopefully clear up the legends and lies created from preadolescent boys talking about a subject they know little about.  Michael, like most boys his age, was very interested in learning more, and unlike his discussion with Travis, he seemed very comfortable talking about this with me.  When I explained the process of masturbation, he responded with looks and remarks of disgust.  I quickly explained the beauty of masturbation and expressed the tremendous feelings that were part of the experience.  “Do you masturbate?” he asked.  I paused for a moment and gave him an honest answer, “Yes I do.  In fact I do it at least once everyday.”  I could tell that he probably had an erection as we talked.  “Do you have an erection now?” I asked.  He nodded his head yes.  “How does it make you feel?” I continued.  He looked me in the eye and responded, “I like it.  Sometimes in bed at night I touch myself when my thingie is hard”.  “Does it feel better when you touch your thingie?” I asked.  He continued staring into my eyes and responded by shaking he head yes, as he ran his hand down the front of his blue jeans.  By this time my heart was racing and my breathing became more deliberate.

I decided that it was now or never.  I would risk it all, but I believed we were both ready for this new experience.  “Do you want me to help you feel good?” I asked.  He looked at me with a confused look on his face and said, “What do you mean?”  I realized that since he has never had a father around, he probably has very limited knowledge of his own body.  I swallowed hard and said, “I can help you make your thingie feel better, but only if you want”.  “I do!” he barked back enthusiastically.  I reached out my hand.  He removed his right had from his pants and took my hand as I lead him upstairs to my bedroom.  

The room that was reserved for our playful games and cuddling would take on a new meaning.  I sat on the edge of the bed, with Michael standing face to face with me.  I said to him, “I don’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, do you understand?”  He replied, “Yes Sir.”  I had taught him to respond to me with the same respect I would require from my own son if I had one.  He never complained and seemed to enjoy the father/son pretending we did.  “You can ask me to stop at anytime you wish,” I explained as I looked directly into his beautiful face only inches from mine.  “Okay,” he said.  I continued, “I want you to know that I love you very much, and if I didn’t think of you as my own son, I wouldn’t do this.”  “I love you too,” he said as he looked sheepishly into my face anticipating the unknown that was ahead of him.  I knew that it was the love and trust we had developed over the last few months that made this possible.  I wasn’t afraid that he would tell anyone else at all.  I trusted him as much as he trusted me.

While continuing to look into his eyes, I reached for the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up.  He never wore his shirts tucked into his pants so this was effortless.  He raised both arms up, just as if his mom were undressing him.  He knew the drill so far.  I pulled the royal blue T-shirt over his head as he lowered his arms.  As we approached the end of May, his smooth chest was already tanned because he would often run around without a shirt in the warm spring air.  I had seen his chest many times before, but today it was different.  Today, his body was mine.  He had already taken his tennis shoes off downstairs as he usually does.  He reached out to hold my shoulders to steady himself as I reached to remove his dirty white socks.

As I reached for the snap on his jeans, I looked him in the eye and asked “Are you okay?”  He shook his head yes.  I unsnapped his pants and gently took the zipper and slowly pulled it down.  I could now see his “whitie tighties” as the boys his age referred to their white brief underpants.  He was speechless as I noticed he was breathing heavier than before.  His eyes traced the movements of my hands as I very slowly lowered his pants, as he stood straight like a little soldier boy.  His arms once again reaching for my shoulders has he stepped out of his pants.

I sat admiring his perfectly shaped boyish body, as he stood between my legs in his underwear.  As I stood, he took a step back.  I removed my shoes and then the socks.  I loosened my belt and pulled it from the belt loops on my pants.  Next, pulling my knit golf shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor with Michael’s clothing.  I unhooked my khaki pants and pulled down the zipper.  He watched my every move as a pulled my pants down and stepped out of them.

I sat back down on the bed, now only wearing my white underwear.  Like Michael, I too wore briefs.  I liked how it revealed the contents lurking below when I looked in the mirror, but I liked seeing Michael’s package even better.  I have always enjoyed seeing young boys in their underwear.  I often dreamt that one day I would have 2 or 3 boys of my own running around the house almost always in their underwear or nude.  Kind of like a required dress code after bath time.  Until then I had Michael, at least for this moment.    I was impressed that even though he was very quiet and seemed subdued, he kept his hands either on my knees as I sat in front of him or he kept them to his side.  He never made any attempt to cover his penis.

Taking Michael by the hands, I slowly pulled him to me.  I looked into his eyes as I took my hands and caressed his hair by brushing it back over his ears.  Gently holding his head with my hands, I approached his lips with mine.  He seemed ready for me to kiss him.  Lightly licking my lips, I gently placed my lips at an angle over his.  I was well aware that this was likely his first passionate kiss.  It lasted for about a minute as he slowly embraced me with his arms.  I pulled slowly from his lips looking at his and then into his eyes.  It was as if he were in a trance.  I was honored that I would be burned into his memory with his first real kiss.  I continued to kiss him like this for about 5 minutes as I rubbed his back and ran my right hand over his tight bottom.  I could hardly wait to remove his underwear that kept my hand from his smooth butt.  I could tell that he was enjoying every second of this moment.  We were both memorizing every detail.

With his chest now pressed against mine, I slowly moved him back one step.  Placing my hands on each side of his hip, I slipped a couple of fingers into the waistband of his underpants and began to move them around the edge as if to prepare them to be removed.  I decided that I would completely undress him as he stood in front of me and then move him to my bed.  Wanting to start with his butt, I gently turned him so that his back faced me.  Gripping his waistband, I began to drop his underwear very slowly.  I waited an eternity for this day to arrive and I was determined to savor it like drinking a gourmet coffee.  I could now see the top of his crack.  I continued until his underpants were pulled down in the back.  His smooth 10-year-old butt was mine for the moment.  I decided not to touch just yet.  

Turning him around to face me once again, my eyes never left his hip.  His underwear had dropped a little, but still covered his little soldier that was still standing at perfect attention.  As I reached for his underwear, I looked back into his face.  Still in a trance like state, our eyes met.  He was very calm and followed my every direction without question.  It was as if he were putty in the hands of the potter.  I had to raise his underpants slightly to pull it over his penis, and began to slowly lower them until finally his “thingie” as he referred to was it plainly visible.  I cut my eyes up to notice that his head was tilted down also as he viewed his own beauty.  He then raised he head and our eyes met.  Not a word was said, but it was as if he was asking “Now what?”  

I stood there just looking at his body.  His penis was erected to about 3 inches.  His balls were held tight below.  He was uncircumcised, like myself.  Even though, I got a glimpse up his pants once before, I was unable to see any details.  I have been speculating about his size and shape ever since.  It was more beautiful than I could have imagined.  My heart was racing, and from the look of his breathing, I think his was as well.  His underpants still gathered just below his penis, I leaned forward to slide them down his legs.  As he placed his hands on my shoulders and stepped out of the white briefs, my mouth became only a couple of inches from his prize.  I wanted to take it in my mouth more than anything, but I knew I had to work up to that.  Perhaps I would within the next few minutes.

As I sat staring at his completely nude body, I felt warmth deep within my soul.  I truly loved this boy, and wanted to express my love in a very tender manner.  At first I didn’t touch, I simply admired this wonderful gift that was offered by my little friend.  As the evening sun produced a golden glow over his body, he stood, hands to his side, and continued to look me in the eyes.  We were certainly joining our souls together forever.

I began to gently rub my hands over his shoulders, neck and chest.  I circled his small nipples with my fingers and continued rubbing his back.  I pulled him closer with my left hand on his waist as I ran my right hand down his back and over his butt.  I circled his butt a couple of times, reaching down to caress his legs where they join his body.  Taking my right index and middle fingers, I slowly moved from his legs and up his crack.  He winced as I approached his anus area.  I could tell he enjoyed this even though I had not parted his cheeks to really access his anus.  I continued to work my right hand to his delight.  I turned him around so that he was leaning his butt against my left thigh.  I reached over and kissed him again holding my lips against his.  He was beginning to respond with his own lips.  It was as if he was learning how to kiss me back.  As we continued to kiss rather passionately I began to rub his stomach with my right hand and then began to caress his groin area, being careful not to touch his penis or testicles.  I gently stroked all around his hairless crotch as we continued kissing.  He would jerk slightly when my hand came close to his penis.  I wanted him to feel the painful anticipation.  I pulled my lips away, keeping my face close enough to feel his breath.  I asked, “Do you want me to touch your penis?”  Shaking his head gently he responded, “Yes Sir.”  I didn’t require him to call me sir at the moment, but I thought it sounded great.

I granted his desire by beginning to rub at the base of his penis and then the testicles.  I made my way to his shaft and moved my fingers up it very slowly and very lightly.  We both watched as I moved my hand to the tip of his penis.  The head was partially covered by foreskin revealing his tender pink flesh with the small opening.  He continued jerking as I lightly worked the skin back from his head and down the shaft.  I looked up and took his lips in mine as I began to work my hand over all 3.5 inches of his penis.  We continued to kiss as his body jerked and squirmed.  It was impossible for him to remain still.  

I stood up backing him up to the bed and sitting him down.  His eyes wide opened, he was waiting to see what was going to happen next.  I gently leaned him back until he was lying on the bed with his legs over the side.  I sat on the bed to his right side.  Placing my left hand under his neck I leaned down to continue kissing him while working his little shaft up and down in a slow masturbating motion.  I could see a small amount of the clear liquid as it began to seep from his tiny hole.  I took my finger and worked it around the head of his penis to take advantage of his natural lubricant.  He began to moan a little and I once again embraced his lips with mine as if to drink up his ecstasy.  I could feel my erection pounding away at my underwear that now had a rather large wet spot from the semen that continued to leak out from the excitement.

I wanted to take his penis into my mouth and taste his boyhood.  I looked him in the face and said “I want to place my mouth on your thingie and suck you.  Okay?”  He got this worried look on his face and responded, “please don’t.”  I was disappointed, but I knew that if I forced myself on him, I would jeopardize our trust.  I was not about to do that.  “Don’t worry, I won’t.  Not until you’re ready.”  As the words left my mouth his body became more relaxed.  I wasn’t sure what the problem was, but I was going to respect his wishes.

I knew I had to cum and it was going to have to be now.  While he continued to lay on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the side, I stood up as he watched me remove my underpants.  I could feel the wet spot against my leg as I stepped out of them.  Michael raised up on his elbows to get a good look.  His eyes were the size of quarters.  By most standards, I didn’t have a large penis.  It was about 5 inches long when standing at attention, which it certainly was at the moment.  That didn’t matter to Michael.  To him it must have looked huge.  He continued to stare as if he had never seen an adult male before.  Surely, he caught a glimpse of at least one of mom’s boyfriends as his mom was doing the dirty deed.  The look on his face told me he did not.

I wanted him to touch me, but I knew that if he did I would cum immediately.  My penis had been rock hard for almost 40 minutes and I needed relief NOW.  As I leaned over Michael’s naked body to kiss him again, I allowed my penis to touch his.  I could tell from his jerking movements that he found it pleasurable.  I began to rub my penis back and forth over his as if I were making love to him.  I would have liked nothing more than to flip him over on his stomach and fill his anus with my love potion, but I know he would never allow that if he weren’t ready for a blowjob.

I could not take it anymore.  I stood up and grabbed his legs and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed as I stood between his legs.  My penis was covered with shiny liquid; I would not last long enough to need any lotion.  I fondled his penis with my left hand as I began to masturbate with my right.  His eyes were watching my every movement as they bounced back and forth.  Watching me spank my monkey and then back to see the ecstasy on my face.  I began to moan as I felt my load about to blow.  I locked my eyes with his as I squirted cum all over his belly.  He blinked as the next load landed in his face, but he didn’t make any attempt to avoid it.  Again I continued to cover him with my cream.  This was the longest orgasm I could ever remember having.  I continued as I began to drip sperm on his penis.  

I reached over his body scooping up his head with my sperm covered hand to bring our lips together again.  As we kissed I could taste my own cum on his lips.  I had shot a wad from the base of his nose and onto his lips.  I enjoyed the taste of my own sperm mixed with his mouth.  I inserted my tongue into his mouth without objection.  I’m sure he didn’t know what to think of it at first, but I knew he was a fast learner when I felt his tongue return the favor.  We both licked the sperm from his lips as we continued to kiss.

Neither of us said a word as I got up and went to the bathroom for a towel.  I returned and began to clean him up.  I had to use a washcloth to clean the sperm from his body and mine.  I went back to the bathroom to rinse the washcloth.  I had gotten sperm into his hair when I reached behind him for a kiss.  I knew I could not send the boy home with the smell of sperm all over him.  I made a mental note to buy some baby wipes to help with clean up in the future.  I turned down the covers and we both crawled into bed.  We just held each others naked body as we savored the moments we just experienced.  Even though no words were spoken, we both knew that this would become part of our new relationship.

When Michael’s brother, Dylan, began to pound at the door downstairs.  We were both saddened that this had to end.  As Dylan continued to pound and yell threats of telling his mom if Michael didn’t come home, I quickly helped him back into his clothes.  As I slipped him into his shirt, I used my hand to straighten his dirty blond hair.  As he finished dressing by pulling on his socks, I could not help but to wish he were mine and would never have to leave me.  Just at that moment he jumped into my lap and gave me the greatest hug ever.  He initiated the last kiss before jumping up to leave.  Looking into my soul he said, “I love you.”  We hugged once again and as he ran down the stairs and yelled “see ya tomorrow!”



Chapter 2	After School Snack

I spent the night dreaming about my first encounter with my 10-year-old friend, Michael.  I continued to replay the events over and over in my mind.  First, recounting out discussion about sex.  Taking him upstairs to “make his thingie feel better”.  Carefully stripping him to his underwear and then myself doing the same.  The image of his smooth, tan, nude body stayed with me all night.  As bad as I wanted to explore his body with my tongue, I couldn’t do it.  He was not comfortable with the idea, and I was determined to honor his wishes.  

I could think a number of things I would like to do with him, but I was fortunate to have experienced what I did.  After 28 years of life, I spent much of it dreaming of the day I would have a boy that I could truly love and that loved me in return.  I’m actually very lucky, because I have exactly that.  After our first encounter, we lay in bed holding each other’s naked body.  I would caress his hair and kiss him gently on his nose as he dosed off to sleep.  My thoughts were about how lucky I was to have such an intimate relationship with a boy.  My next thought was that he might never want to repeat this event.

I could hardly focus on my work as I waited for Michael to arrive home from school.  My mind was racing.  Would he be ashamed or afraid?  I knew that one of two things would happen.  Either he would stop coming to visit and avoid me or he would want to continue the sexual relationship we started.

I had some phone calls to make, and lost track of time when I heard the familiar squealing noise of bus number 17.  I quickly looked out the window.  Michael and his brother Dylan were the first off the bus.  They raced up the street to their house.  My eyes were glued to their front door when out bolted Michael.  He was running full speed towards my apartment.  I sighed with relief and began to relax when he made it to the door and rang the bell.  I ran downstairs to the door and let him in.  He immediately jumped into my arms and threw his arms around my neck.  “I’ve missed you all day long!” he said.  “Me too.” I responded and planted my lips on his.  He seems to really like kissing.  So do I.  “I could think of nothing but holding you in my arms,” I replied.  His face seemed to light up.  “Lets go to your bedroom”, he said as he darted up the stairs.  

By the time I made it to my bedroom, he was spread eagle in the middle of my bed waiting patiently.  As soon as he saw me, he jumped up and started to take off his shirt.  “Wait,” I said.  “I have a rule about getting undressed.”  He stared at me with a confused look on his face.  “I do the undressing,” I said.  Michael responded with a big grin and jumped to his knees ready to be undressed.

“I take it you liked our special time together yesterday”, I said.  “Yes Sir!” he responded enthusiastically.  “I’ve been thinking about it all day at school today.”  I found myself wandering how many other fourth grade boys sat at their desk with a “hard on” waiting to get home to the arms of an intimate partner.

Michael had his arms raised in the air waiting for me to pull his shirt off.  After removing his shirt, I removed his shoes and socks.  “Stand up,” I instructed.  He jumped off the bed with great excitement.  It was as if he were headed for a day of fun at an amusement park.  I unsnapped his pants, pulled down his zipper, and pulled his pants down.  I could not help but notice that he was wearing the same pair of underwear.  I recognized a pee stain from yesterday.  “Didn’t you change your underpants last night?” I questioned.  “No sir”, he replied.  “My mom didn’t wash any for me.”  I had to hold back my remarks because I didn’t want speak negatively about his mother. Kids always love their mothers. Regardless of how lousy they are.

I left him sitting on the bed in his white underpants as I stripped down to my underwear.  I walked over and closed the door to my bedroom and jumped into bed with Michael.  We cuddled and kissed for nearly 45 minutes.  I think we both wanted it to last.  It was obvious that we both had erections.

For almost an hour we hugged, kissed, talked, laughed, and touched, however, I didn’t get into his pants yet.   Before we got started, I decided to clarify something that was on my mind.  “Michael,” I started.  “Yeah,” he responded as he turned to face me.  “As I said yesterday, I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with, but I’m curious.  Why don’t you want me to give you a blowjob?  He shrugged his shoulders, and said, “I don’t know.  It just seems weird.”  He paused and continued looking down.  “I’ll do it if you make me.”  “No!” I responded sternly.  “Not until you’re ready.  I have a number of things I would like for us to do, but we can wait until you’re ready,” I said.  He responded, “I like it when you touch me and play with my thingie, and if you want I will play with your thingie, but that’s all I wanna do.”  “Sure,” I responded with a smile.  I was glad to hear that he was willing to touch me this time.  I didn’t understand his apprehension, but that wasn’t important right now.

I kissed him again, but this time my tongue explored his mouth.  I could feel his teeth and tongue.  He returned the favor with passion.  As we continued, I began to rub the small bulge in his underpants.  I could feel his erection.  He began to breath heavily as I continued.  I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me.  We continued to kiss as I rubbed his shoulders and back making my way down to his bottom.  Once I reached the elastic waistband of his underwear, I thrust my hand into his underwear to properly caress his boyish butt.  He lay on my chest enjoying all that I had to offer.

I rolled him over onto the bed and told him to lie on his stomach.  I moved down toward his legs and slowly pulled his underwear off, exposing his beautiful butt.  I felt confident that one day I would part his cheeks to receive my probing tongue.  I felt sure he would love it if only he would give it a try.  Again, I was not about to apply pressure and force to get what I want.  I knew this would destroy our relationship.  I sat on my knees between his parted legs and ran both hands up and down his body.  I would start by running my hands through his hair to his neck and back.  I would stop to provide extra attention to his butt and crack before moving down his legs to his feet.  I quickly removed my own underwear and laid my body over his.  I laid my rock hard penis into his tight crack.  He jumped and turned his head to look.  “Don’t worry,” I said.  “I’m not going to do anything”.  I began to slowly rub my cradled penis up and down his crack careful not to allow my penis to penetrate is anus.  I closed my eyes and dreamed of the day when his pink anus would receive my penis and accept my warm load into his bowels.  I pumped a few more times and then lifted off of him, and turned him on his back.  I repeated the procedure by rubbing my penis against his.  He closed his eyes and squirmed his hips to accommodate my fake thrust.

As I lifted off of him and laid beside him he surprised me as he went to work.  He instructed me “Lay on your back.”  I was obedient as his hands went to work.  I could feel my dick throbbing as his small hands moved up and down my 5-inch shaft.  As he was jerking me, I returned the favor.  I could tell that I was getting close to shooting my sperm.  I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lotion.  I explained to Michael why I used lotion and told him that I wanted him to make me cum.  He seemed ready and willing.  I asked him to hold out his right hand as I filled it with a good squirt of lotion.  “Now rub it all over my penis,” I said.  He began to spread the lotion on every inch.  “Now rub it gently on my balls,” I instructed.  As my pupil diligently carried out his duties, I duplicated the same exact movements on his penis.  This will help him to understand what it feels like to me and over time will make him a better sex partner.  I was excited by the fact that I am raising my own sex partner.  I will teach him exactly how to satisfy my sexual appetite while helping him discover his own body.

I continued rubbing his small penis with lotion, and as I reached to massage his balls I would take my lotion covered hand and run a couple of finger into his crack until I reached his anus.  He arched his back and separated his knees to receive my probing fingers.  I instructed Michael to lie on his stomach so that I could do the job better.  He quickly flipped over.  I reached for more lotion and went back to work on his butt.  I ran my greased fingers the full length of his crack.  He would jerk every time I touched his anus.  I started running my fingers in a circle around his hole.  I was almost more than he could bear.  He wiggled all over the place.  “Get on you hands and knees, like a dog”, I instructed.  I complied silently.  I continued rubbing his anus.  The focus on his anus caused him to abandon his work on me, but that would be ok for the time being.  I gently inserted the tip of my index finger into his anus.  As I did he moaned and moved his butt toward my hand as if wanting deeper penetration.  I inserted my finger a little farther and his reaction was accordingly.  He began to rock forwards and backwards to receive my finger.  As I inserted my index finger all the way into his anus he raised his head and gave out a loud moan.  I pumped it in and out.  I could see his waste on my finger, but it was worth it.  He was not old enough to have an orgasm, but it looked like his young body of only 10 years was trying has hard as it could.  I was glad to see him respond so well as I work his anus with my finger.  He began to calm down again after his body gave up on the orgasm that he wasn’t ready to produce.

I lay back as he started to work on me again.  He gripped my shaft after getting more lotion and began to pump.  I had to help him learn how to grip my penis properly and help him understand how to pump in a rhythm.  After a few attempts, he began to get the hang of it.  It was only a couple of minutes until I felt the throbbing feeling in my penis.  I yelled out, “I’m going to cum!”.  He immediately placed his face near the tip of my penis and stared to pump faster.  I shot a load directly into his mouth because he had his mouth open from breathing heavily.  Even though he was prepared for it, my load took him by surprise.  He licked the sperm off his lips as he continued to pump me.  I shot a couple more loads onto my belly.  

Again we cleaned up and lie in bed holding each other’s nude body.  He asked when he would be able to shoot sperm like I did.  I told him it could be happen any day or possibly take years.  I explained that I was 14 when I had my first orgasm.  “I can’t wait”, he said.  “Neither can I”, I added.

We repeated this routine almost every day for nearly a year.  Michael would allow touching, rubbing, and mutual masturbation.  His favorite was when I penetrated his anus with my fingers.  I eventually was able to insert three fingers.  Anymore and I was afraid I would damage his rectum.  He insisted that neither of us could use our tongue or mouth on anything except each other’s mouth.  He would not allow any form of oral sex.

Everyday, Michael would run to my house after school, and we would spend the afternoon in bed.  Afterwards, I would make sure his homework was done and help him catch up in school.  Most days I would feed him dinner before sending him home.  This was the worst part of my day.  It broke my heart to send him home to a mother that was more interested in keeping her “live in” boyfriend happy than taking care of her boys.  I dreamed of having him all to myself.  Just as he had fantasies of me as his father, I fantasized of having him as my son.

Michael became my sole source for sex, affection, and intimacy.  I had stopped dating girls all together.  Since my teenage years, I dated girls to hold up the image and attempted to normalize myself.  It never worked.  Although I was interested in women socially, they didn’t turn me on.  This was frustrating for me.  My first experience with a girl was when I was nineteen.  She couldn’t understand why I never made a pass at her.  We kissed and petted, but I never moved any farther.  Finally she took the initiative, but I couldn’t stay hard.  I didn’t understand it for years.  My unsuccessful attempts to maintain a normal sexual relationship gave way to the reality that I was attracted to young boys.  Now it didn’t matter, Michael was my sexual partner.  As far as I could tell, we would have many more years together. 


Chapter 3	The Illegal Adoption


I was afraid that Michael’s mother would question the amount of time he was spending at my apartment.  He raced over everyday after school for our afternoon playtime.  The sex was great, but it was more than that.  It was a time when we stripped away everything and explored our love for each other.  On weekends and during school vacations, Michael spent most of the daytime hours at my place.  We were inseparable.  We went shopping, to the movies, ball games, the park, church and lunch at his favorite burger joints just to name a few.

As Michael would soon turn 12, I began to focus on the things I couldn’t have instead to what I did have.  I suppose this was expected after almost two years of daily intimacy and sex. I wasn’t able to have him all night, wake him with a kiss, get him dressed and send him off to school.  For reasons I didn’t understand, there was another part of his young life I wasn’t allowed to share.  He still refused to participate in any form of oral sex.  My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his uncircumcised penis and rotating to tongue his sweet anus.  He loved it when I fingered his anus, but this is where he drew the line.  I never even brought up the subject of anal sex.

After working in my home office all morning, I needed to run to the store for supplies. I was almost out of lotion and totally out of baby wipes.  The lotion would have lasted another day or two, but I couldn’t make it without the wipes.  Our “After School Snacks”, as I referred to them privately, were usually messy.  Michael almost always ended up wearing my cum.  He liked it.  In fact, sometimes he would rub it all over his sweet body.  The baby wipes cleaned him up so that his mom would not smell my sperm on her boy.  It also makes cleanup fun!  The last time I ran out, I enjoyed giving him a bath before sending him home, but we usually didn’t have enough time for this.

I did my shopping for sex supplies and then decided to grab a burger for lunch at the department store’s lunch counter. After getting my tray of food, I found the only table available.  I enjoyed my meal in the crowded restaurant, and was about to leave when looked up and almost choked on my last bite.  Standing right in front of me was Michael’s mother holding a tray of food.  “Hi, Connie!”, I said trying desperately not to look shocked or nervous.  “I thought that was you sitting over here”, she said as she sat down.  She must have felt she didn’t need an invitation.

At first, I just listened to her small talk about her lousy job and her domineering boyfriend, Carl.  I knew all I needed to about Carl from Michael’s stories.  While she talked, I wandered if she knew anything about what her son and I were doing on a daily basis.  My mind filled with visions of me spewing  cum all over her oldest son’s face as he licks his lips to drink my love juice.  As I looked down I noticed my plastic shopping bags advertising the large bottle of lotion and two tubs of baby wipes.  I casually reached to close the bags while looking interested in her perpetual complaining.  I don’t think she saw my sex supplies.

She was talking about how she needed Carl, and how lucky she was to have him even though he was a demanding, deadbeat with a tendency to be violent (my words not hers).  “Do you know how hard it is for a woman my age to find a man?, she said.  “Not to mention a woman with two kids always in the way”.  I was biting my tongue to keep from telling her off.  She was more interested in getting humped by this bum than she was raising her beautiful boys.  Sometimes Michael would lay in my arms and cry himself to sleep after explaining how he felt abandoned by his mother.  I despised this woman for the mother she wasn’t and envied her for the mother she was.

“I’m a little afraid for Michael”, she said.  “He an Carl don’t get along at all”, she continued as she took out a cigarette and lit it up.  Not even taking notice that we were sitting in a No Smoking section.  “I really appreciate you letting him hang around at your place so much.  Michael really loves you”, she said while exhaling smoke in my face.  “He talks about you all the time.  I hope he ain’t no bother”, she said.  “Oh no”, I said .  “I really enjoy his company.  He’s a great kid”.  She continued, “Like I was sayin, I’m afraid for Michael.  Carl gets really upset with his smart mouth and sassy comments”.  Pausing to take a couple drags from her cigarette she said, “Either Michael’s gonna get hurt or Carl is gonna leave”.  I knew loosing Carl was her real concern, but acted like I wanted to help.

“I was wondering if I could ask a favor”, she said.  I thought to myself, “She’s going to ask for money!”, but I was wrong.  What she said next took me totally off guard.  “What would you say about letting Michael move in with you.  I know I’m asking a lot, but it would be a big favor to me”.  She just kept talking as if she was afraid I would say no if she stopped making her case.  “ You are the only person he listens too anyway”, she concluded.  I didn’t answer right away, because I was still in shock.  She took my hesitation as a sign that I would say no.  “I would pay you if I could, but Carl takes what’s left of my paycheck down to the bar, and I don’t think Michael would be much trouble.  If he is, it’s all right with me if you just take a belt to his backside and set him straight”, she finished while nervously putting out her cigarette.

“You know I care a lot about Michael, and I want to help.  I’ll let him move in, but I must insist on one condition”, I said.  “Sure, anything”, she said without even hearing my demand.  “I don’t want him to be bounced back and forth.  If he moves in, he stays”, I said.  “Okay, fine”, she said as she gathered up her lunch trash and stood up to leave.  “I’ll leave work early, and pack his stuff this afternoon.  When he gets home from school, I’ll break it to him and bring him to your apartment.”, she said as she walked off.

I sat there in a state of shock.  I could not believe what just happened.  I came in the store for sex supplies and lunch and left with a son.  Well, for all practical purposes he would be my son.  I sat there waiting for my erection to end, and thought to my self, “I’m going to need more lotion”.

That afternoon when Michael got home from school, he met his mother at the front door.  The last time he found his mother at home when he got off the bus, his learned that his father had left.  This time he was excited to hear the news.  I watched out the window as Michael walked down the street carrying a cardboard box.  Behind him was Carl with a couple of plastic garbage bags loaded with Michael’s possessions.  His mom, Connie, walking beside Carl carrying a few clothes on hangers.  Dylan was even helping to carry Michael’s CD player, as Michael ran ahead of the rest of them.  

I spent the afternoon, clearing out a couple of drawers in my bedroom, and some space in my closet.  I was concerned that I needed to make more space, but from the looks of things, he didn’t have much in the way of clothes or toys.  I was saddened at what Michael faced in his short life, but I knew that was about to change.  Just then, Michael came bursting in the door.  “I don’t guess I need to knock since I live here now!”, he said grinning from ear to ear.  “I guess not”, I said as I grabbed a quick hug and a kiss before the rest of the family made it to the door.

Carl dropped off the bags on my back step and walked off mumbling “Good riddance” as he headed home.  I knew this event was cutting into his bar time.  Dylan raced in and started rattling off questions, “Is Michael really gonna live hear?, Are you gonna be his daddy?”.  I didn’t have time to answer anything before Connie walked in and set down his clothes on the sofa.  “Well this is his stuff.  I told him all about our arrangements, and as you can see it’s fine with him”, she said.  “Thanks again.  This’ll be better for everyone.  Besides we’re right up the street”, she said attempting to rationalize her guilt.  Michael and Dylan ran upstairs to unpack the garbage bags.  Connie looked at me and said, “Michael tells me you only have one bedroom since your office is in the other room”.  “Yes”, I responded.  She continued, “Michael hasn’t told me anything, but if I guess right you won’t need another bedroom anyway”.  I just looked back trying to fake a confused expression.  “I see how he gets a hard on when he begs to come down to your place”, she said.  I didn’t know how to respond.  “I better go help him unpack”, I said as I headed up the stairs.  “Send Dylan down”, Connie said.  “I know you too would like to be alone”.

I wasted no time getting Dylan out the door.  Within seconds I had my new son in my arms.  We kissed passionately.  I tasted of every inch of his mouth with my tongue and he mine.  I stripped him nude and then removed all my own clothing.  We stood in my bedroom completely naked holding each other.  Since he is small for an 11 year old (almost 12), I snatched up this beautiful boyish body and carried him to my bed.  Actually, It’s our bed now.  Our erections were as solid as rocks.  Even though we have had sex dozens of times, this was special.  We belonged to each other.  It was a Friday afternoon, which meant no school tomorrow, and we could spend the entire night making love as only a father and young son could.

I began as usual kissing and touching all over.  I massaged his stiff penis while his body squirmed constantly.  I flipped him over to caress his butt.  Again I laid my penis in the cradle of his butt crack and began to pump careful not to penetrate his anus.  I started humping faster and faster until I cam all over the boy.  Sperm was on his back and in his crack.  I continued to pump slowly as I finished oozing my white thick spunk all over my new son.  He tensed his butt causing his ass to firmly grip my penis.  I laid on him with my arms around him and kissed the back of his neck.

I rolled off his back and worked my sperm around his anus.  I began to penetrate with my fingers using the sperm for lubricant.  As usual, he began to moan and jerk his small body.  He raised himself up doggie style and began to rock back and forth to receive my fingers into his anus.  He moaned as I inserted two fingers completely into his butt.  He stopped moaning, turned and said, “You can lick my butt if you want, but that’s all”.  I needed no more invitation than that.

I stepped off the bed.  His small sticky body was already laying on his stomach, so I grabbed him and pulled him to the edge of the bed.  He was now laying on his stomach leaning over the edge of the bed.  I kneeled on the floor and parted his legs in front of me.  I parted his cheeks and licked my lips as I gazed at his bright pink anus already covered in my love lotion.  I started licking up my sperm in his crack.  I could tell he was enjoying every lick.  When my tongue finally reached the outer edge of his anus his jumped.  This continued until I had to grip his ass tighter to keep his anus from pulling away.  I began to circle his anus with my tongue and move closer to his hole.  He moaned very loudly as I licked his hole and began to penetrate his anus with my tongue.  His hole had tightened down to combat the penetrating tongue.  I was able to finally force my tongue all the way into his ass.  By now his was yelling “OH, OH, OOOOOHHHHHH, MORE, DEEPER, MORE”.  As I continued to drill his ass with my probing tongue, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls and stiff erection.  I began to work my hand back and forth on his genitals as I tasted of his sweet boy juices mixed with my cum.  His body jerked hard a few times as he experienced a dry cum.  He finally fell limp as I removed my tongue.

I picked up his spent body and put him underneath the covers.  I climbed in beside him and brushed his hair back to get a clear view of his face.  As I reached to kiss him I noticed he had tears of joy streaming from his eyes.  We held one another, kissing, hugging and crying.  

We slept very little that first night as we gathered strength to keep going.  I came on the boy at least 7 times before morning as we continued making father/son love.  My tongue probed every inch of his body except his testicles and penis.  He held his position that he still didn’t want me to “suck his thingie”.  I find it cute and innocent that at almost 12 he still refers to his penis as his “thingie”.

By morning, he was covered in my sperm.  It was on his back, in his crack, on his penis and testicles, on his belly and chest, on his face, and in his hair.  As the sun came up and Michael slept, I ran a tub of warm bath water.  Waking him with a kiss, he smiled at me and gave me a hug.  I picked up his sticky, nude body to carry him to the tub.  He whispered “I love you dad”, as we both got in.  We lay in the tub together and fell asleep in each other’s arms as the warm water began to slowly wash my sperm from our bodies.  I knew that Michael and I had a lifetime of love and experiences ahead of us.  





