Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 07:00:48 EDT
From: twofoldman@hotmail.com
Subject: Putting the boy to bed (M/b)

Disclaimer:  Please do not read this if you do not wish to read
pornographic material.
This story is not true.


We are watching TV in the family room when I realize the late hour and
inform him it's time for bed.  He cannot appeal this decision since his
mother is on the phone in the other room.  Begrudgingly he accepts my
invitation for a piggyback ride up to his room.  He may think he is getting
too old for this but he enjoys it anyway.  Upstairs, he brushes his teeth
while I piss.  I can see him casually examining my exposed penis and I
begin to thicken.

I follow him into his bedroom to tuck him in for the night and he slips out
of his clothes.  Even in the dim light from the hallway I can see that he
has removed his underwear and his pants in one swoop.  I know what is on
his mind.  The sight of his small ass does nothing to stop my increasing
erection.  When I lean over to kiss him goodnight, he boldly reaches inside
of my robe and between my legs, grasping my penis and bringing it to full
erection in seconds.  I remind him that we cannot do this now, not with his
mother downstairs, and the tip of his finger slips inside the crown of my
foreskin, tickling the sensitive glans.  He knows what that does to me.  I
reach down to unclasp my robe then, thinking that I will allow him a few
moments of exploration before leaving him.  He is at my crotch immediately,
licking and teasing my erection until finally sucking it into his mouth,
his lips stretched obscenely around the pulsing member.  I am trembling as
he sucks me, fighting the urge to groan loudly in pleasure.

Tugging on my shaft, he teasingly pulls me down onto his bed, over his
body.  I am protesting quietly, feverishly listening to the distant sound
of my wife's voice downstairs as she continues her phone call.  We have
time.  My robe drops to the floor beside his bed.

He throws his legs back and guides my straining manhood to his hole,
lathering saliva onto it and placing the exposed head at his opening.  I am
aware of how heavy my breathing is as I slowly enter him, nudging my way
inside in the way that we have become accustomed to.  The pain of my entry
causes him to cry out and I quickly quiet him, listening to the pattern of
the chattering from downstairs.  No change.

As I push deeper inside of him he expresses the sensations with barely
suppressed groans and gasps.  I am fully aroused now and ready to satisfy
my urge to be inside him, there is no turning back.  I finally manage to
drive my twitching erection completely inside of him and I pause for a few
moments, savoring his tightness.  As I begin to move, his hands slide over
my chest, tracing random patterns through the hair that covers me.  My
large frame covers his easily, our bodies joined by my plunging cock.
Changing the position of my mount, I raise up onto my knees and pull his
waist into my groin.  His hands wander over my beer gut as I thrust into
him.  I settle into a steady rhythm and I watch him as he reacts.  Within
minutes he thrashes and slaps my stomach suddenly, and the twitching of his
anus tell me that I have just given him his first orgasm of the night.  I
am alert and ready to stifle any screams, but he manages to simply gasp
aloud.  I smile as he rides his wave of pleasure, increasing my speed.
Without slowing my pace, I listen carefully for the voice from downstairs.
Still chattering.  No hurry yet.

His ass grips my shaft so tightly that it pulls the loose skin of my penis
back and forth over my glans, adding to the intense pleasure he is giving
me.  I lower myself over him again, using my entire lower body to pump into
him.  My heavy scrotum scratches over his lower back in a steady rhythm as
I thrust.  I become aware of the creaking of his bed that matches the rise
and fall of my hips.  Can she hear this downstairs?  Surely she can't.  I
know my penis is larger than average, but his small ass makes it look
incredibly huge as I plunge inside of him again and again.  I watch the
dark hair of my groin grind into the smooth skin of his perineum.  It will
be years before he grows hair in this place.  His face is contorted in
rapture, his legs grip my waist tightly, as best they can.  The insanity of
the chance we are taking threatens to interrupt my reverie and I push it
away, waiting for at least one more orgasm from him.  I cannot kiss him in
this position, because of the difference in our sizes his face is pressed
into the hairy cleft of my chest, but I balance myself on one arm and use
the free hand to stroke his side, ruffle his hair, and slowly thumb his
nipple.  This does it and I feel him tensing again.

As the contractions in his ass begin again, I feel myself slipping into the
maelstrom of my ejaculation and my penis immediately seeks out new depths
within him and I begin to orgasm.  My pleasure is so intense that I can
hardly keep from crying out.  My semen fills him quickly and I revel in the
sensation of my twitching pud inseminating my boy.  I look down at my thick
root, planted securely up his ass as I shoot, and I picture the head of it
buried deeply inside of him, the tight channel squeezing the sensitive tip
as it spurts the familiar white fluid into his body.  Although we have
become experts at making love with each other, I still have not explained
to him the purpose of a man's semen, and one day I will.  I'm sure he knows
already.

After resting a moment I gently withdraw from him.  I reach up and grab
several tissues from his bedside table, absently and effortlessly holding
his legs aloft as I wipe the excess evidence of my orgasm from between his
legs and around his hole, which has gone from its normal pink shade to an
angry dark purple.  He laughs as I tickle his opening and then lower his
body, allowing him to rest.

I toss him his shorts and he slips back into them as I pull the sheets over
him and lean over to kiss him goodnight.  He hugs me and whispers that he
loves me.  My heart swells with pride and love as I kiss him then, pushing
my tongue deeply into his mouth.  He loves our little secret, and he sees
this kiss as even more grown up than the act that we have just performed.
I whisper that I love him and leave him then, pausing at the top of the
stairs to listen for my wife's voice.  She is still chattering.  I think
about it a moment and decide to head into the bedroom, where I remove my
robe and climb into bed alone.  She would not think it odd that I went to
bed without saying good night.