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Subject: From Love To Lust by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 From Love To Love by Cutter09 Mason was only four when his father was tragically killed. He and his parents were my next door neighbors. As you can imagine, it was tough going for them, my wife and I helped all we could. If I was mowing my yard, I would mow theirs too. If my wife was going to the store, she’d ask Mason’s mom (Elaine) if she needed anything or wanted to go with her. When I changed the oil in my car, I did theirs too. Just simple things to help a young widow out. If we went to the movie on a Saturday afternoon, we’d invite them. Sometimes Elaine would elect to stay home, but Mason would join us. I’m sure she enjoyed a little peaceful alone time. Young boys can be a handful. My wife and I had no children (luckily), so we enjoyed having a kid around that we could send back to his mom. Mason was no stranger in our house, having milk and cookies some afternoons, or staying there while his mom had things to do. One of my hobbies is restoring vintage cars. Most of the work I do myself, some I farm out to professionals. I restore them, then sell them at a huge profit. Mason would come over and hang out when I’m working in my garage. He’d hand me tools or whatever, and thought he was being a big help. It gave him a sense of worth and confidence. As he grew, he learned a lot about engines and vintage cars and tools. I was amazed at how much he learned just hanging around. He was always polite, and never a nuisance. He had pale blond hair that his mom had cut in that Prince Valiant page boy style. Later his hair would darken somewhat, but in summer became very blond again. When he was in second grade, he asked me to go to his school to stand in for his father on career day. My father owns a large construction company. I work for him in a supervisory position. I guess you’d call me a foreman, but I earn a lot more than your average foreman. It was such a compliment for Mason to ask me, and I was delighted to do it for him. In preparation, I took him with me to work on the Friday before, just so he would have a sense of what I do. Being the boss’s son, I can do stuff like that and get by with it. He was a delight all day. He loved wearing the hard hat, and watching the cranes. He watched me all day, never complaining about the heat or noise or dust etc. associated with a construction site. When I went to the school with him, he stood in front of the class, and introduced me as his best friend and stand in dad. I was touched, I must say. By the time Mason was nine, I was divorced. She didn’t like that I spent so much time in the garage, and at work. So she found a nice accountant to sleep with, and boss around. I didn’t like not having children (her idea). I guess Mason had changed my view on that matter. We got divorced after I caught her and the accountant in my bed, but not before I poured two gallons of bleach in the gas tank of his Mercedes. Elaine and Mason were very kind throughout the proceedings, and aftermath. Elaine was dating a guy at the time, so I didn’t really give her a second thought. Mason, spent more and more time with me, which freed up Elaine to do her own thing. When Mason was ten, he started asking me about things he had heard from friends at school. Mostly schoolyard talk among young boys. He had heard the word pussy and wanted to know about that. He already knew his penis was called a dick, cock, etc. I tried to be as honest, and yet as clinical, as possible. Only answering specific questions, and not elaborating too much. Of course this continued as he got older. The conversations becoming more detailed. I eventually explained the whole baby making process. He asked about the things he’d heard boys can do together, and I confirmed some of it. He was growing daily it seemed, changing from a kid to a boy. His mom had his hair cut into a shorter layered style, and he didn’t look like the little kid I knew any longer. Now he was a boy headed into puberty. “You should date my mom,” Mason said in my living room one day. I was taken back a bit “After my divorce, your mom was already dating someone. Now she has a new boyfriend doesn’t she?” “Yeah. I don’t like him much though,” he said looking down and frowning. “Oh? Why is that?” “He’s always trying too hard to be friendly with me. I know it’s fake just to impress Mom. He even wants me to sit in his lap while we all watch tv.” “Oh, really? You used to sit in my lap all the time.” Mason came over and sat on my lap. “I still would, I just figured you thought I was too old for that anymore. Besides, I like you. I like sitting in your lap.” He put his arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. I could feel his butt, half on my leg, half on my cock, and that made it stir a bit. “So do you sit in his lap all the time?” “No. Just when we watch tv, and the lights are out.” I was beginning to get the picture. “Where is your mom when you sit in his lap?” “She sits on the sofa. He likes the big chair. He pulls me up on his lap, and reminds Mom to turn out the lights so he can see the tv better.” “Do you sit on his leg or…” “No. He likes me to sit in the middle of his lap. I have to lean back on him so he can see the tv over my shoulder, like this.” Mason adjusted his position to demonstrate. Then he takes my arms and wraps them around him. “So his hands are in your lap, as you sit on his?” “Yeah. He likes to rub my belly sometimes too.” I rubbed his belly a little, and I noticed a small tent growing in Mason’s shorts. “That tickles,” he laughed, squirming on my lap. His erection bumped my hand a couple of times. “Mason, are you wearing underwear?” I already knew the answer, but I didn’t want him to know that. “No. We call it going ‘commando’. How did you know?” “You’re tenting your shorts.” “Good thing the lights are out when we watch tv. Mom might see it too.” “What about her boyfriend?” “Well, he kinda knows. I mean, he said I should always go commando when he’s around, and he gets hard too. I can feel it under my butt. Just like you are.” “Uh… sorry.” I hadn’t noticed, but he was right. I was by then, completely hard. “And sometimes when he’s rubbing my belly, his hands go too low. He makes some joke like, ‘It’s hard to see over this big thing’ and grabs it. Mom must think he’s talking about my head or something, because she always says ‘Sit back baby so Gary can enjoy our time together.’ Then Gary laughs and gives it a squeeze.” “I see. Then what happens?” I asked trying to find out how far Gary is going. “We watch tv for awhile, then Mom sends me to my room, and they go to her room. I think they might be doing sex stuff.” “That may well be. How do you feel about that?” “I don’t like Gary much. Last night, just before Mom sent me to my room, Gary put his hand inside my shorts and called me a sex monkey. That’s why I said you should date her. That way I could sit on your lap, you could hold my penis, and then she would be doing sex stuff with you.” Mason had made the connection between Gary’s holding his penis, to sex with his mom. “Do you want Gary to hold your penis?” “No. But I’d let you, then you could sex my mom.” “Mason, the next time you are alone with Gary, I want you to tell him not to touch you anymore. Make sure he understands that you don’t like it. Okay? Then if he does it again I want you to tell me.” “Okay Dean.” A few days later, Mason came over just as I got home from work. He looked like something was troubling him. “What’s up Mason?” “Nothing really,” he answered gloomily. “Doesn’t seem like nothing. What’s wrong. You look like you killed your best friend’s dog and don’t know how to tell him.” Good thing I didn’t have a dog, or I would have checked on it. “It’s just that… well, I did like you said and told Gary not to touch me anymore.” “And…?” “When we watched tv, he pulled me up on his lap. His hand went straight into my shorts.” Mason started crying. “I told him to stop, but at the same time… it felt good. I don’t want him to make me feel good. It’s not right. I don’t like him.” “Don’t worry Mason. I’ll take care of it. Can you get me his phone number from your mom’s cell phone without them seeing?” Mason nodded through his tears. “How about some ice cream?” I asked. “You know Mom doesn’t like me to have snacks before dinner.” “Yeah, I know. I just got a fresh gallon of your favorite. Let’s go get some.” I invested in one of those disposable phones, and of course, two gallons of industrial grade bleach. I waited a couple of days before calling Gary. “Hello?” “Hey Gary. Stay away from Mason, or your hospital bills will be higher than the repair bills for your Lexus.” Click. Two days later, a Saturday, Mason comes over as usual. “What did you say to Gary? He stopped seeing my mom.” “What makes you think I said anything to him?” “You asked for his number, I just guessed you called him.” “How about some ice cream?” It so easy to distract kids with ice cream. *** One day when he was twelve, I was working under a car, as Mason crouched on the floor next to it. We were chatting about the latest thing he had heard, while he handed me wrenches and stuff. “Martin said he had his finger in her pussy, and that he’d be fucking her by next week. Do you think that’s true?” I was a little shocked that a kid that age would be doing that already. I glanced toward Mason to answer him, and noticed I could see right up the leg opening of his shorts. His underwear free genitals were partially visible. I stammered a bit as I said “Boys your age tend to exaggerate their experience. I highly doubt his hand has been anywhere near a pussy.” “So he was lying?” Mason asked. I was still staring at his display, and hesitated a moment before answering. “I’m only saying that he probably was just being boastful to impress all the other guys around.” “You’re probably right,” Mason concluded as I slid out from under the car. I wiped my hands on a shop towel, and Mason continued. “He says he sperms already. Do you think that’s true?” “It’s not impossible at your age,” I said. It only then dawned on me that Mason could be also. Having seen his nuts, though, I doubted they were mature enough to. “He says he jer… uh masturbates six times a day.” “I guess that’s possible, if he’s doing it during math class as well as at home,” I chuckled. Mason laughed at that picture in his head, then said, “So that’s why he sits in the back of the class.” We both chuckled at that image as well. We went into the house and I grabbed us a couple of cold drinks from the fridge. “Did you do it six times a day at my age?” Mason asked then took a sip of his drink. I coughed and choked, almost squirting Coke out my nose. “Uh… no, I uh… wasn’t … what’d he say ‘sperming’ yet at your age.” escort izmit Mason smiled a little. “Yeah, me neither.” He seemed pleased to know he wasn’t ‘behind’ in development. I was somewhat disappointed to hear it though. As usual, Mason went further. “How often do you do it?” I was glad I wasn’t taking a drink again when he asked. “Mason, that’s a pretty personal question.” “Come on Dean. You’ve always been honest with me. If I can’t talk about this stuff with my best friend, who can I talk to?” he asked climbing onto my lap. He’s never played that card before. I felt like shit for not answering his question, and even worse that he felt like he had to go to that length to get an answer. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Uh… Well, I’m not as young as you and Martin, so probably once a day, sometimes two on weekends.” “Is that because you miss having sex with your wife?” “No, I don’t miss anything about her, except her lasagna.” Mason laughed. “So, you really don’t miss a woman’s companionship?” “Companionship? No, guys are much easier to be friends with than women. Women are a lot of work in general. You have to watch everything you say or do, and even then, they’ll find something to bitch about.” “I think so too,” he noted. We were quiet for moment, as he rested his head on my shoulder. “Do you remember when you chased Gary away?” “I don’t remember admitting to chasing Gary away. What made you think of that anyway?” “Your erection. It’s poking my butt.” Mason giggled. “Only because there is a… what was it… oh yeah, a sex monkey squirming on my lap.” “Good thing it’s the weekend. You’ll get to do it twice.” A few days later Mason runs into my garage after I pull in. “Dean! A big machine tore your fense down, and it’s still in your backyard. I laughed. “No Mason. The big machine is a backhoe. The fense was taken down so it could be brought in.” “What’s it for?” “Digging holes.” “Okay…?” “I’m putting in a pool.” “A pool! Oh Hell yeah! Will it be finished before school is out?” “I’m hoping it will be finished before your birthday.” “Really Dean? Oh Man. You’re the best!” Mason yelled and jumped into my arms. I carried him into the kitchen for soft drinks. “So, you’re still going ‘commando’ I see,” I said, as I sat him down. He looked down at his obvious erection. “Yeah, I kinda got used to it after Gary.” “Oh? Do you miss him? I probably still have his number if you’d like to give him a call. I’m sure he would love to get his hands inside your shorts again.” Mason rolled his eyes. “No. I don’t want his hands on me.” *** Every day, Mason would check the progress on the pool, asking all kinds of questions, and making observations. It really was going to be a spectacular pool. With a hot tub and rock waterfall and three levels of decking, outdoor kitchen and small cabana. Ten foot fence and landscaping would make it completely private. About a month into construction, Elaine called. “Dean, I have a really big favor to ask.” “Sure Elaine, shoot.” “My new boyfriend, Connor, wants to take me to Hawaii. I was hoping Mason could stay with you.” “No problem. When and how long?” “A week, beginning May 5th.” “Uh… You know his birthday is the 9th, right?” “Oh shit! I forgot about that. I’ll just tell Connor I can’t go.” “It’s okay, Elaine. I was going to ask you if you would like to have Mason’s party here anyway. With the new pool and all I thought his friends would like that.” “That’s a marvelous idea. Dean you’re such a dear friend. Mason will just love that.” “Okay then. It’s all set. Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to?” “I’ll tell him. It will soften the blow of me being gone for his birthday.” Ten minutes later Mason bursts through my front door. He practically lived there, and long ago gave up knocking. He ran and jumped into my lap. “Is it true? I get to stay with you for a whole week?” “Well, if you want to, that is.” “And my birthday party is gonna be here too?” “Party? Birthday? Aren’t you too old for those things?” “Stop teasing me, Dean.” He laughed. Then he said, “I am getting older though. Look.” Mason pulled down the waistband of his shorts just enough to show me the three hairs that had recently sprouted. “Oh My God! It’s a veritable jungle.” I finally choked out. “Yeah, ain’t it though,” Mason said, as he pulled his shorts down a little further, exposing the base of his dick. He knew I was still looking, and he held that waistband down for a good minute longer, as I stared and probably drooled a bit. Mason stood, his growing erection evident. “My party is gonna be so much fun, I can’t wait. Thanks Dean.” The construction went pretty smoothly. Of course, I’m their boss, so they were afraid to screw anything up. On the third of May, they put the finishing touches on the landscaping. Elaine’s flight was leaving at the butt crack of dawn on the 5th, so she let Mason come over on the 4th. His birthday was actually on Sunday, but his party was to be on Saturday the 8th. He had grown a lot in the last year, sprouting up about three inches [15 cm] in height. Getting into that gangly stage. Mason came over after having dinner with his mom and Connor. We sat out on the new deck with soft drinks. “It really turned out beautiful, Dean.” “I’m glad you like it. We still need to decide what we are serving at your party, so we can get everything ready. How many responded to your invitation?” “Twenty five. But Malcolm may have to bring his little brother, and Sue Anne may not come. Her grandmother is sick. Either she stays with her aunt and uncle, in which case she has to bring her two cousins, or she goes with her parents to see grandma.” “Okay we’ll plan on thirty guests, that should cover it.” “Did you really intentionally finish the pool before my birthday?” “Yep. Late birthday presents are kinda sad. Don’t you think?’ “Birthday present? Really?” “Yep, I built it for you. You can’t take it home of course, but you can use it anytime you want. When you get older though, your friends aren’t allowed to drink around the pool. I don’t need a drunk kid drowning in my pool, and his parents suing me.” Mason came and sat in my lap. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a huge hug. “So what do you want to feed the horde?” “It’s just a bunch of kids, what do you think they would like?” “Burgers and hotdogs it is then.” I smiled. Inside, I told Mason to get showered and ready for bed. While I made a list of things we would need. I hadn’t finished the list when he came in wearing Spiderman pajamas. “Cute pj’s Mason,” I chuckled. “Very funny. Last week I was late getting up, and Mom found out the hard way that I sleep nude. She bought these for me and said I should wear them.” “The hard way?” “Yeah, as in HARD.” “Oh shit,” I chuckled, the mental picture flashing through. “That’s what I said. Another thing I got chewed out for.” Mason climbed into my lap and looked over the list I’d made. “I can’t believe you’re doing all this for me.” “Hey, you don’t turn thirteen every day. It’s a special occasion. If you were Jewish, you’d be having a Bar Mitzvah. It means you’re on the threshold of being an adult.” “Does that mean I can’t sit in your lap anymore?” “You can sit in my lap until you’re thirty,” I said giving him a squeeze. “I do feel more manly. Look.” He pulled the pj’s waistband down to expose the additional hairs he had sprouted since he’d shown me last. “And I can… you know, shoot now too.” “Uh… This calls for a celebration. Ice cream?” Then Mason giggle a little. “Your dick just jumped.” “Let’s get ice cream. Sex monkey.” *** Suddenly things had changed. Mason had always been this adorable little boy who I practically raised. I really did put in the pool for him, like I would have for my own kids. I had known him since he was a toddler, watched him grow, advised him in life, doctored his scraped knee when he fell off his bike. Now, I saw him differently. He’s still adorable, beautiful actually. Beauty that I now saw as sensual. I was now looking at a sexual being. Complete with pubic hair, and able to enjoy sex on an adult level. I had previously denied being attracted to him consciously, because he was just a kid. His climbing on my lap giving me an erection, was only because of his squirming around on it. Suddenly I realised just looking at him got me hard. Seeing his dick, even partially, made me want to stick my hands in his shorts just like Gary had. “Dean, are you okay?” Mason asked breaking my train of thought. “Huh?” “You were just staring at me, and your ice cream is melting.” “Sorry, my mind was on something else.” “Yeah, what’s her name?” he asked glancing at the lump in my pants. “Mason… I mean, Mason it’s time for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” I was in my shower stroking my cock. Images of Mason running through my brain. The light dusting of hair above his sensual lips. The mole in the corner of his mouth. The partial image of his dick, so much more substantial than it was a little over a year earlier. A dick that could now produce sperm. I wonder what it looks like. The whole thing, alive, erect, shooting it’s cream into some happy orifice. Jesus, I hadn’t cum that hard since my honeymoon, maybe never. I had taken time off work to be with Mason while his mom was away. My secretary was getting a few days off too, provided she help out at the party. She agreed, and actually was looking forward to it. Mason and I spent the next day after school collecting things on the list. I also ordered twenty lawn chairs to be delivered. I already had some nice patio furniture, but not enough to seat thirty kids. It was only early May, yet it was already hot and humid. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and sweaty. “Mason, unload the car, I’m going to take a shower.” I had barely stepped in when Mason came into the bathroom. “Where do you want me to put all the hot dogs and hamburger meat?” The cabana fridge,” I replied turning away from him. Two minutes later, “What about the buns?” “Cabana pantry,” I answered again having to turn away. Shampoo lather in my hair, eyes shut, “Where do you want the soft drinks?” “The cabana pantry. We’ll ice them down later,” I replied, wondering why he was asking such stupid questions. Mason is not the least bit stupid. It dawned on me, he might be just trying to get a peek at me. Or maybe I wanted him to be trying to peek. Either way, the thought went to my cock, which began to rise. Conditioner in my hair, facing the door, semi hard cock on display, “What about… Uh… the uh… decorations? Where do you… uh want the decorations?” If Mason wanted a look. Then let him have a look. I leaned my head back into the spraying water. Taking my time to be sure all the conditioner was rinsed out well. My cock took the opportunity to rise to it’s full glory. Eight and a half thick inches [21� cm]. Once I was sure I was thoroughly rinsed, I turned off the water and opened the glass shower door to grab a towel. izmit escort I dried my hair, then my body, with my cock swinging to and fro the whole time. I stepped out, and wrapped my towel around me. “Just put everything in the cabana for now. We’ll sort it all out tomorrow.” Mason’s eyes had been fixed on my cock until the towel blocked his view. He turned and left without a word. I put on some loose sweatpants, and found Mason in the kitchen. “Want a Coke?” I asked. Mason nodded, deep in thought. I handed him a Coke and went to sit on the couch. My cock had receded some, but was still moving around as I walked. Mason came over, crawled up in my lap, and lay his head on my shoulder. “Tired?” I asked. He nodded on my shoulder. “Pizza for dinner?” He nodded again. “Why so quiet?” “I was just thinking about something,” he answered. “Anything that you’d care to talk about?” “I… uh saw you in the shower.” “Did that bother you?” “No. I mean, I kinda hoped I would.” “Why? Haven’t you ever seen a dick before?” “Not like that one,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry. Did it embarrass you?” “Well, not really. It’s just so much bigger than mine. Gary’s too.” “Gary showed you his dick?” “Yeah. Once at a mall restroom. He tried to get me to touch it.” “You never told me about that,” I said. “No, I didn’t want you to think bad of me. Like I said, he touched mine, and I didn’t want you to think I touched his, or even wanted to. I didn’t like Gary.” “Mason, my dear boy. I would’ve believed you if you said you didn’t.” “Thanks, Dean. Do you think that maybe Gary thought I wanted to touch his, or that I wanted him to touch mine?” “That’s possible. But after you told him you didn’t, he should have left you alone.” “So I didn’t do anything bad?” he asked. “Nothing that I know of, unless there is something you haven’t told me.” “No. I told you everything now.” “Just remember, no one should touch you, that you don’t want to touch you.” “Yeah. I know… Can I ask you something?” “Sure buddy.” “Why don’t you have any kids?” “My wife didn’t want any. I agreed at first, then I changed my mind.” “Is that why you got divorced?” “That’s a tough question. I guess that was part of it. You could say we drifted apart.” “Mom said it was because she was sexing someone else.” “Your mom told you that? Well, let’s say that didn’t help matters any,” I laughed. “Do you think it was because your dick was too big for her? Maybe it hurt?” “The only thing she didn’t complain about, was the size of my dick. It didn’t hurt her, she just found another one to play with.” “You order the pizza, I’ll go shower,” Mason bargained. “Okay.” The next day after school, we finished our list. Then went to a nice restaurant for dinner. Back home, both showered, I asked Mason, “Want to watch a movie?” “Can we play a game instead?” “Sure. What should we play?” “How about truth or dare?” “Uh, okay. I haven’t played that since high school.” “I’ll go first. Truth or dare?” “Truth.” I answered. “Hmm, What changed your mind about having kids.” “That’s easy. You. You were such a delightful child, I wanted one just like you.” Mason beamed a smile at me. “Your turn.” “Ok, truth or dare?” “Truth,” Mason popped out getting into the game. “Is there anyone invited to the party that you are interested in?” “Uh… invited to the party, that I’m interested in… No. Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “How many women have you had sex with?” Damn. He gets right to the hard stuff. “To be honest, I’m not sure. There were a few drunken parties in college. But I would say around fifteen. Truth or dare?” “Truth.” I jokingly fired back, “How many women have you had sex with?” “Dean, come on, you know I haven’t been with any women. Wait… does Gary count?” “No, so the answer is none then.” I smiled. “Okay Dean. Truth or dare?” I decided to change things up a bit. “Dare.” “I dare you to let me sit on you lap for the rest of the game, unless you are doing another dare that involves getting up.” “That’s easy, you know you can sit in my lap anytime. Come on.” Mason, in his pj’s, sat his cute little butt right on my sleep shorts clad cock. “Your turn.” “Uh… okay Mason, did you ever touch Gary’s dick?” “Eww. No! Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Do you love me? Like my mom?” “Yes, I love you, but not like your mom. I didn’t give birth to you. That’s a whole different thing.” “But you must love me a lot. I mean you put in that pool for me and all.” “Yes I love you a lot.” “And every time I sit in your lap, you get hard. Like you are now.” Damn! “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Why do you like sitting in my lap?” “Umm… Because I like you. You’re my best friend. And I know you like for me to, because you get hard, and I like that. “You like making me hard?” Mason just smiled and nodded. “It reminds me you love me. Truth or dare?” “Dare.” “I dare you to show it to me,” Mason half whispered. “Are you sure? You didn’t like it when Gary showed you his.” “That was Gary. I already saw it in the shower anyway.” Mason had to get off my lap because he was sitting on my raging cock. Once he was off, I pull down my sleep shorts waistband. My cock flew upright, grateful to be free. “I looks even bigger up close,” Mason said in awe. I let him look for about a minute, neither of us speaking. “Truth or dare, Mason?” I asked as I adjusted my shorts. “Dare.” I knew what he expected, and wanted me to say. “Tit for tat. Show me yours.” His smile was huge, as he got to his knees on the sofa right beside me. His Spiderman pj bottoms quickly went to his thighs. I was treated to the sight of his erect, four and a half inch, beautiful dick. His hairless balls hung below, calling out for a tongue lashing. My own cock lurched in my shorts, a dark spot appearing where precum leaked out. I had a sudden urge to gobble up his entire crotch. The first sight of some beautiful women’s bodies did not fuel my lust like this boy did. After a tortuous minute, I fought my desire and said, “Okay, I think that’s enough games for tonight. Time for bed.” A very disappointed Mason didn’t argue, just pulled up his pants and went to his room. In my bed, I jerked off twice in a row for the first time in since I was his age. The first one only took less than a minute. The second was powered by images of Mason doing the same thing to his gorgeous equipment. Friday after school, I asked Mason what he wanted to do. “I was thinking, shouldn’t we be the first to swim in the pool?” “That is a great idea. We need to christen the pool before your friends desecrate it. We’ll pick up some Chinese takeout for dinner poolside.” It was a beautiful evening. We ate dinner on the patio, just as the sun set. I pictured many such evenings poolside at sunset in our future. I cleared our dinner mess, as Mason went to change into his swimsuit. When I finished he hadn’t returned, so I went to change also. I found Mason waiting on the patio. He had on a white speedo that accentuated his developing manhood. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared openly. “Do you like my suit?” Mason asked. “God yes. I mean, yeah, it looks great on you. Are you wearing that to the party?” “No, I got this just for when you and I swim. I have another one for the party. It’s floral shorts.” “Just for when you and I swim?” “Yeah. I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. They may get the wrong idea like Gary did.” “Did Gary see you in a suit like that?” “No. But I don’t want anyone else to think I want to have sex with them.” “Uh… It’s your pool, so you should be the first to go in it.” “Hold my hand and we’ll walk down the steps together,” Mason countered. We entered together, swam across and back, then sat on the steps. “It’s a wonderful pool, Dean. Thanks for building it for me. Summers are going to be much better now.” “Not just summer. It’s heated, you can use it year round.” “Really? You’re the greatest guy in the world,” Mason said as he threw his arms around me and kissed me. Drawing away, he whispers “I’m not sitting in your lap.” I looked at him questioningly. “I’m not squirming on your lap, so why are you getting hard?” I looked into the water between us. “Probably the same reason you are.” He looked down too. It was obvious we were both fully hard. Mine pushing my suit far away from my body, his almost visible through the material of his suit. “Did you know the material would be see through when it got wet, when you bought it?” “I was sorta hoping it would.” “And you bought it just to wear with me?” He smiled and nodded. “Why?” “I wanted to make you hard. It worked.” “I got hard just seeing you in that suit.” “Frosting makes a cake more appealing. But eating the cake is the best part.” “Are you giving me permission to eat the cake?” Mason nodded again. “I’ve been wanting you to for over a year. I started hinting back when Gary was around. I wanted you, not him.” “But Gary did do those things, right? I didn’t ruin a man’s car for nothing did I?” “Yeah he did those things. What do you mean ruin his car? I knew it! You did chase Gary away didn’t you?” “I might have influenced his decision some,” I grinned. Mason kissed me again. “Tell me why you did it.” “He shouldn’t mess with someone who says no.” “Admit it. You were jealous.” Mason said. “Probably a little, though at the time I didn’t know it. Now I do. It should have been my hands in your shorts.” “That’s what I tried to tell you then,” Mason smiled. “Why didn’t you?” “You were just a little boy who I’ve practically raised. I didn’t see you the way I see you now.” “And now?” “Now, god help me, now I want to do all the things Gary probably wanted to do with you. I’m sorry Mason, I can’t help it.” He kissed me again, pressing his body to mine. Jesus, I was so hot for him. “I’m not telling you no. I want you to do those things to me. I know you love me. Gary just wanted to use me.” I picked him up and carried him to the cabana. I peeled off his speedo, and dried him with a towel. He did the same to me, both of us raging hard the whole time. I couldn’t wait any longer, and took his dick into my mouth. The sensation causing both of us to nearly faint with pleasure. “Let’s go somewhere safer,” I suggested. I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom. I stood admiring his beauty, until he got embarrassed and reached his arms out to me. “If I do anything that you don’t want, just say so. I promise to stop.” “I want you to do everything you want to me. Though after seeing you naked, it’s a bit scary. I love you and trust you.” The first thing I wanted to do was taste him again. I swooped down on his dick taking it all in. I buried my nose in his sparse pubes as his knob hit the back of my mouth. I could feel the need in him as I swirled my tongue around his glans. He worked his hips pushing up into my sucking mouth. “OH GOD. Dean. It feels like I’d hoped it would. Don’t stop.” I wasn’t planning izmit kendi evi olan escort to stop. Not until I tasted his nectar. I knew it wouldn’t be long, but I wanted memorize every movement, every subtle nuance in his face, every sound, breath, and sensation, of him. All too soon, he lurched in my arms, and deposited his load in my starving mouth. He had barely finished cumming, when he pulled his dick from my mouth with as sucking smack. He whipped around and pushed me onto my back. He urgently grabbed my cock and was on it in a flash. For a boy with no experience, he sucked like his very existence depended on it. What he lacked in skill, he made up for in desire. He wanted me. He wanted to please me. He wanted my cum. Even women who like oral didn’t match his level of passion. He bobbed up and down on the head as he worked the shaft with his hand. His tongue did things I thought would be impossible when one’s mouth is full of cock. His full lips which I had I thought were beautiful, looked incredible wrapped around my weapon. “I’m gonna cum, Mason,” I warned. He doubled his efforts, demanding my release. When my first blast hit his throat, it was like a spasm of joy wracked his body at the same time. He tugged on my shaft coaxing all he could get from me, and swallowing it like Christmas pudding. Even as my orgasm subsided, he continued to grip and slide his hand up my shaft, as if to say “More please”. “Oh my god, Mason. Where did you learn to do that?” I whimpered. He dew his mouth away reluctantly. “The internet,” he answered matter of factly. “Remind me to remove the parental locks on my computer.” “Did you like it? Was I good for you?” “You were incredible.” “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I would do to you if given a chance.” “I have a lot of catching up to do.” We cuddled together, naked for the first time. Mason’s head was on my chest as he toyed with my cock. “I waited so long to be with you like this. It’s like a dream come true. And this thing is so big, I don’t want to let it go.” “I always assumed you thought of me as a father figure.” “Even before my dad died, you were my best friend. I loved my dad, and I really didn’t want a replacement. You were still my best friend, but I did look to you for advice and stuff, because I trusted you. “Sometimes I heard Mom and her boyfriends having sex, and was curious. I even spied on them a couple of times. I had no interest in what Mom had between her legs, just the boyfriends. But not because I was interested in them. I wanted to know what a man had assuming your’s was the same. I always pretended I was looking at you. “When Gary came along, I knew what he wanted. I admit I liked the attention, but I wanted it to be from you. That’s when I started hinting to you about it. Gary liked me to go ‘commando’ so I thought I’d do it for you too, to see if it had the same effect. “Then I discovered the internet. All the things I had been thinking about were there. I pictured doing those things with Gary, and it made my stomach turn. I even thought about boyfriends that I liked, the same thing happened. But when I imagined you and I doing it, I’d get so horny. Of course I had no idea you had something like this.” Mason wiggled my cock then bent down and kissed it. I rolled him off me and said, “And I had no idea you were such a sex monkey.” Then I gobbled up his hard dick again. I wanted him to last a while so I could savor it this time. I slowly built him up, listening to his moans of pleasure. Sliding my mouth up and down his stalk enough to elicit intense feelings, yet not enough to take him over the edge. When he would get close, I would bury my face in his ball sack, sucking each one into my mouth, lick his perineum then move back to his dick. He would grunt at the shock of pleasure that surged through him. When he could take no more, he grabbed my head and thrust up at me. His whole body tensed as he strained for release. Then one final plunge as he jettisoned his juice, and his body went limp. Mason was so exhausted from his orgasm, he was soon asleep in my arms. I lay holding this marvelous boy whom I had always been close to, realizing that I loved him more than I should. I had initially put it to parental love, now I knew it was much more. We woke up early Saturday morning. Mason a few minutes before me. I woke as he tried to get most of my cock down his throat. We exchanged blow jobs, both lasting a little longer than the night before. “Man, I love making you cum. And swallowing it makes me want even more,” Mason proclaimed as we got dressed. “Ditto,” I smiled. The party was scheduled to start at four o’clock and end at ten. Mason and I put up the decorations and blew up about a hundred balloons, that we floated in the pool. My secretary arrived at three, and helped getting things set up. The guests started arriving fifteen minutes early, but we were ready. Mason greeted his guests wearing his shorts style suit, and an unbuttoned floral shirt. I wanted to eat him instead of throwing a party. Most of the boys were similarly dressed. The girls, who were obviously more mature than the boys, mostly wore bikinis. I have to admit, there were a few I would have liked to sample. Mostly they stood around in groups, gossiping about the other guests of the opposite sex. Mason finally got the party going by doing a ‘cannonball’ off the diving board. Balloons flew everywhere, and the resulting splash got quite a few guests wet. Then it turned into a milieu of kids jumping in and splashing each other. Girls were screaming, boys laughing, just chaos. We started serving burgers and dogs at six. Very few even noticed the band that came in and set up their instruments. Mason was so busy, he didn’t notice till the bass player plugged in and struck a chord. Mason looked over at me in shock. I smiled and waved. They were a young group just starting out, looking for a recording contract. The talent agency assured me they were the band to hear. Some of the kids were familiar with them from having older siblings who had seen them already. I have to say, they were quite enjoyable. The kids loved them, some were dancing, others just stood listening. The band left at nine thirty, and the party started to wind down. The last kid was picked up at ten thirty. I was exhausted, and plopped down on the sofa. My eyes were shut, and I didn’t notice Mason remove his suit at the door, until he climbed onto my lap. “You didn’t tell me you hired a band,” he said straddling me. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I couldn’t surprise you with the pool,” I replied while looking at his growing erection. Mason leaned in and kissed my lips, and I was hard instantly. “Did you see Melanie?” “Which one was Melanie?” “The one in the neon pink bikini.” “Oh. Yeah I saw her,” I replied sheepishly. “All the guys want to fuck her.” “I can see why.” “Did you want to fuck her?” “The thought did cross my mind briefly,” I admitted. Mason seemed hurt for a moment, until I said, “But I wouldn’t trade you for any girl.” “I was hoping you would say that.” He reached down and squeezed my hard cock through my shorts. “You know… guys can be fucked too.” I looked at him in surprise. “Knowing how big you are, it’s a bit scary, but I want you to.” “Mason, we don’t have to do that. I’m happy just to be with you.” “Gary wanted to do that. When I was sitting in his lap, he would rub his dick on my butt and say ‘Do you like that?’ I always said no, but it made me think of you doing it.” I was quiet for a moment, then he added, “You can pretend I’m Melanie if you want.” “Why would I do that?” “I know you are used to women. I don’t mind if you want imagine you’re with a girl.” “I don’t need to fantasize about women to be with you. I like you being who you are. A beautiful sexy boy. But most importantly, you’re Mason, the boy I love.” He got off my lap and put on his swim suit. “I’ll be right back,” he said and went out the front door. I was beginning to worry about him when he didn’t return for forty five minutes. Then he came through the door, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He dropped his suit, and reached for my clothes. Once I was naked, he lay face down on the bed in offering. “Mason. I…” “Please, Dean. I want it. I’m ready, I promise.” I turned him over, and leaned in to kiss him. “Don’t you want me?” he asked sadly. “Raise your legs.” He did as commanded, and I lined up. “I want to make love to Mason, not some girls backside.” I pushed in, realizing he was lubed and ready. He groaned in pain as my fat knob penetrated him. “I promise. That’s the worse part.” He braced himself and I leaned in for a kiss, as I stated claiming him. Halfway in, he moaned and I felt his dick pulsing between our bellies. I continued to slowly gain ground, until my balls were pressed against his butt cheeks. I drew out halfway, and pushed back in. Twice more, and he moaned and pulsed again. “Oh Jesus. Fuck me Dean.” I pulled out to his muscle ring then pressed in hard and deep. “YES. Oh God Yes.” His arms and legs clung to me as I started fucking him hard. I slid in and out of him for ten minutes, his moans spurring me on. I finally unleashed my load, his chute sucking my seed from me. As I lay on him catching my breath, Mason whispered, “That was the best birthday gift ever.” I’m glad you like it. It’s a thirty year supply. Maybe forty if the factory doesn’t shut down.” Later, he rode me, long and hard. I have to say, that boy was made for fucking. He took to it like a duck to water. His dick was hard the whole time as he bounced on me. He squirted his load, without being touched, and kept on riding. Sunday, he tried to wear out his birthday present, fucking six times that day. Monday, he returned from school, and was naked before he hit the living room. “Take me to bed. I’ve haven’t thought of anything but you all day.” He wanted to try doggy style. Who was I to say no? “I’m the most popular kid in school now,” he said as we rested. “Even Melanie wants to be my girlfriend.” “Oh?” “Yeah. I guess it’s a good thing. I mean, it would look funny if I turned down the hottest girl in school. She even squeezed my crotch at lunch time.” He saw my expression, and said, “Don’t worry. I don’t like the smell of fish. And I suspect Melanie has seen her fair share of fishermen’s rods.” I laughed at his pun. “You might want to try fish someday before condemning them all.” “Ha, I’ll let you know if that ever happens.” When Mason’s mom returned, he told her all about the party and the band. She told him her own good news. She and Connor were engaged. The wedding took place six months later. Mason stayed with me during their two week honeymoon. Of course he spends most afternoons and weekends ‘swimming’ in his pool. I have no misconceptions of this being a lifelong relationship. It is what it is. When he decides to move on, I’ll accept my fate. In the meantime, I’ll take all of him I can get. The End � Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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