WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters
between preadolescents and adults.  You are not authorized to read this story if reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location.  The
author does not condone or encourage sexual contact between adults and
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   Throw Away Kid

   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.


