Subject: New life with Henry and his son – part 1 Gay – Adult-youth : M/b This is a work of fiction between a man and a boy. If this is not your type, please find a story that is, there are plenty to go by. Do not repost without authorization. Also, please donate to Nifty to keep this archive alive. Donate, if not for you, for any young guy discovering his sexuality who just wouldn’t be able to pay for such a service, it needs to remain free. ———– New Life with Henry and his son Like a lot of men of my generation, I followed what was expected of me and got married at a young age. I thought this would make me happy and fitted the image I had made of myself as I grew up. The only problem is, I had long known my sexual preference was not toward women. Yet, I had put that aside in the back of my mind and tried to bury it. Unfortunately, such a behavior rarely ever works and is mentally unhealthy. I was unhappy and compensated with alcohol to find some sort of substitute to happiness. Alcohol bliss may have given me that illusion for a while.But now, at 34 years old, it could no longer work. My wife Katie and I were both tired of each other but we kept soldiering on for the sake of our 11 year old son Liam. But it had now reached a breaking point and we both agreed that it was better to get divorced for both our sanity. This was the wake up call I needed. I could no longer go on like this, I refused to believe my life was irreversibly in shambles. I gave up drinking and started taking care of my body. Years of neglect had left me overweight and in bad shape. I started running every morning to get back in shape. Slowly at first, then, after a few weeks, I was able to run for an hour. I soon got myself a gym membership and started training seriously. During that period, I had left Katie the house and had bought myself an condo in the city. I wanted to feel alive again, and being close to the heart of the city would provide the much needed cultural distraction. I had only spoken to my son on the phone a few times since, I just didn’t feel like seeing anyone until I got better. Katie and I had agreed on shared custody, but only after I had gotten my shit together. It took months but I was now a changed man. At least my body was at the right place. I now had great muscle definition, as I had been pushing myself hard, finding satisfaction in it. I was also taking care of my body more, trimming my body hair and had a trendy haircut. It was Liam’s 12th birthday next weekend. He had called me to invite me over. I think I was ready. Katie asked to speak to me to ask how I was doing. Now we didn’t hate each other, we had been together for so long, we still cared for each other, just… at a distance. I assured her that I was indeed better and wouldn’t miss his birthday, for sure. Saturday morning, I was driving over to my old home and I started feeling nervous. I really missed my son and hoped he still loved me. I parked in front of the house and could hear the voices of kids playing in the backyard. I looked at the house and it immediately brought back bad memories. No. I would never let that version of me come back ever again. I went to the front door and knocked. The door opened and Katie was standing there. “Hello Mark”, she said, with a forced smile. “You look… actually, you look great!” “Thanks,” I answered. “Guess you weren’t making this ‘getting back in shape’ thing up,” she said as she welcomed me inside. “Yeah, I had to… you know… get better. And it felt right to start with the body.” “Hehe, well you succeeded. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking this good,” she said, smiling. I was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. You couldn’t miss the fact that I was in very good shape. It made me feel good to be complimented. “The birthday boy is in the backyard with his friends,” she said. “Great, it’s been so long since I’ve seen him.” “He missed you, you know,” she said, as we walked over to the patio door. “Oh? He did? I’m sorry,” I said, my heart aching. “It’s okay Mark, he’ll understand. If not now, then one day,” she said as we stepped outside. There he was, among a group of other boys, playing around, my beautiful son. He had grown a bit since I last saw him, it seemed. His blond hair was cut short, with the top slightly longer, standing up and to the left. His face still showed no signs of puberty. He still had soft traits, large blue eyes and silky smooth skin. He had a very light dusting of freckles on his little nose but was now barely noticeable, since he was tanned from the summer sun. His skin was a golden light bronze, and his hair had several shades of blond, the way only kids seem to get in the summer. He looked so much like his mom. I think I liked her first because she looked a bit boyish to start with. My son was the embodiment of her as a boy it seemed. I walked toward him, timidly. “Hi son,” I said, as I stood a few feet from him. He turned toward me and had a look a surprise on his face. “Dad?” he said. He took a second or two to register it was really me. He then smiled and jumped into my arms, hugging me tight. “Ohhh, I missed you so much son,” I said, feeling my stomach ache. “I missed you too dad!” He was now crying. I held him in my arms for a good minute. I gave him a kiss on the cheek tenderly as I put him back on the ground. “You’ve grown so much,” I said, mostly to boost his ego, while caressing his head. He was still probably only four foot six. He wiped off the tears and smiled at me, his eyes still red from crying. “Now go play with your friends, I’ll be around,” I said. He turned around, still smiling widely, and went back to play soccer with his friends. “Would you like something to drink,” Katie asked. “Humm, just water, or Perrier if you have some,” I said. “I actually do, be right back,” she said as she headed back inside. She came back with a can of Perrier and handed it to me.”So no more booze?” she asked. “No,” I answered, dryly. “Just thinking about it makes me feel ill.” “Oh, well that’s a good thing Mark,” she said, smiling warmly. A few minutes later Liam came and insisted I played soccer with him and his friends. I went along and played with them. Eventually they all teamed up and tried taking the soccer ball from me, trying to tackle me down. I grabbed my son and held him while I tried avoiding the other kids. They were all laughing at their lack of success. I came back on the patio and sat down to catch my breath, drinking some water as well. “You have really changed,” Katie said. “You would’ve never done that before. It’s incredible just how good of shape you’re in.” “Yeah, it… wasn’t easy,” I answered. “But it was now or never.” We had a great time for the rest of the day. Liam kept wanting to sit on my lap and was affectionnate more than he had ever been. Eventually his friends started leaving. “Are you staying for dinner?” Katie asked. “No, thank you, I don’t like driving in the dark, you know. I’m going to head out. Thank you for the day,” I said. “When will I go with you dad?” Liam asked, looking a bit sad. “Soon son. Anyway you are going to camp all summer, so we’ll see when school starts again in a few months. Plus I still haven’t gotten around to making you a room. It doesn’t even have a door. For now it’s still my home office,” I said. “Okay,” he said, looking disappointed. I kissed him goodbye and left. On the way home, I felt a sense of emptiness now that I was alone again. Maybe it was time to start to go out more. I needed to reconnect with the world and find some sense, after that, maybe I could start tinking about exploring my dormant desires. I was in no hurry. It was a few weeks later at the jazz festival, that I met Henry. The conversation started with the artist and song that were playing, and our enjoyment of it and eventually evolved to our lives. His situation was almost a carbon copy of mine. He was divorced and had a 12 year old son, except he had custody. I didn’t dare ask why, as I felt it may be too private of a question. When he asked me what went wrong, I told him about my alcohol abuse and unhappiness. I then took a giant leap and told him that it was mostly because I was living the life of a straight man, while I was actually gay. I knew it could’ve been the end of the conversation, but I barely knew the guy and thought he would either not care or go away. But it felt so good to tell it to someone, even if it was a stranger I had just met. I was surprised though, when he answered and said, “Welcome to the club” He had a big smile on his face. Wait, was he gay too? This was so unclear. Still, we had a great time and we added each other to our social media accounts. Once back home, I sent him a message to thank him for hanging out with me and that I had a great day. “The pleasure was mutual,” he answered back, with a smile emoji. Now I got curious to see if he was indeed gay. I downloaded a gay dating app just to see if he was on it. After a few minutes of searching, I found his profile: Henry O’Neil Gay Auburn hair 6 foot 4 240 pounds Looking for adventures, or more I’m not into fetishes Very very well-endowed Can’t have anyone at my place What caught my attention was the mention that he was very very well-endowed. Not simply, well-endowed. I wonder what that meant? How big was he? There were a couple of pictures on his profile, although no nudes. One especially hot, of him in his underwear, with a huge bulge at the front. That definitely got me hot, although I was a bit scared. I mean, I’ve never had anyone and starting with someone with a big dick was scary. He texted me a couple of days later to go out. We went to a jazz bar. He had a beer while I, of course, had a non-alcoholic beverage. We had a good time and there was now ttle doubt that he was interested in me. One thing led to another and we eventually hooked up at my place. I knew he was well-endowed based on his profile and underwear pic but I had no idea just how much, and boy, was he packing! I don’t think I ever saw such a huge dick before, not even in porn. It was so big! Hard, it lara türbanlı escort reached eleven inches, and was as thick as a cucumber, definitely more than six inches around. It wasn’t beer can thick, but damn close! That thing was scarily impressive! Now, I was still a virgin, so to speak, so I was too scared to be fucked by his huge cock. How was it that I ended up with one of the most well-endowed guys in the damn city! I would’ve been fine with some normal guy. We mostly sucked each other and it seemed to satisfy us both. It was obvious he wanted to fuck me but I wasn’t ready just yet. I did try fucking him but he wasn’t really into it. I’m only five inches long by four and a half around and he could take me without trouble. He’s just not a bottom. It was now October, and I was now seeing Henry somewhat regularly. It was always at my place. This is why I was surprised when he invited me over to his place one Saturday. His apartment was in a neighborhood less attractive than mine, let’s say. It wasn’t the worst neighborhood in the city, but it was definitely run down. We had never really talked about money, I mean I wasn’t wealthy but I had a decent job. He was obviously no tin the same situation. I knocked at the door. He opened it with a smile and invited me in. My assumptions had been right, he was definitely struggling. I was surprised to see he only had one bedroom. His son normally sleeps on the futon in the living room. He offered me a Coke and we went on the balcony at the back. His son was sitting there, his face buried in a thick book, his attention devoted to it. “Tom, this is my friend Mark,” Henry said. He put the book down, revealing his face. Oh my god I couldn’t believe how fucking gorgeous he was. “Nice to meet you,” he said as he got up and shook my hand. He was a tall boy for twelve, at about five foot three. He had a similar hair color as his dad but paler. It was such an unusual hair color, it looked like dirty blond on its way to a shade of strawberry-auburn. He had summer highlights of blond throughout, making it the most incredible hair color combination I had ever seen. He was so beautiful it almost took my breath away. He had very delicate facial features and somewhat pale, completely blemish-free skin. He still looked very boyish and hadn’t yet reached the lanky teenage stage, despite his height. “So it’s you whom dad keeps telling me about,” Tom said. His voice was the one of a boy alto, husky and medium-high pitch. “Hum… I guess,” I answered. I think I was blushing, I felt intimidated by him. Still, all three of us talked that afternoon. I was surprised to see just how mature Tom seemed. He was only two or three months older than my own son but they were light years apart in maturity. It was immediately obvious this boy was no ordinary kid. The way he talked, the words he used and the way he expressed his thoughts, they were all signs pointing to the fact that he was an especially brilliant kid. Henry made burgers for dinner on his barbecue, which made me realize just how I missed having one then. Once we were done with the dishes, Henry insisted we watched a jazz concert he had that he absolutely loved. I knew we had the same taste so I agreed to stay longer to watch it. We sat on the futon and Tom actually watched it with us, which surprised me. Apparently he loved the same kind of music his father does. Once it was over, I looked at the time on my phone, and it was already late. It was also dark outside, which was a bummer. Henry asked if I wanted to spend the night, which I wasn’t expecting, given his situation. “Won’t your son be suspicious if I stay the night?”, I whispered. “Don’t worry, he knows you’re my boyfriend,” he answered in a normal voice. Tom looked at us smiling. He had no doubt heard us. “Humm… okay, yeah”, I answered, blushing. After a bit of TV watching, we decided to go to bed. Despite the fact that he had his door closed, it still felt too close to where Tom was. He was sleeping right outside the door really. Still, this young stud had me horny and Henry wanted very much to have my cock in his mouth. I tried my best to be silent, but I knew a few moans had escaped my mouth despite my best efforts. The following morning, I woke up before Henry. I had a piss hard on and quietly got out of bed. I opened the bedroom door as silently as I could and closed it behind me. Tom was still asleep on the futon and looked so peaceful. He was so damn beautiful like that. Still, I regained focus and went on to relieve my bladder. I guess the sound of the toilet flushing woke him up because when I got out of the bathroom, Tom was sitting up. “Good morning,” I said. “Morning,” he answered, smiling at me. He then got up and I was shocked to see his boxers tented with a huge hard-on. Like father, like son, I thought as I went back to the bedroom. I wondered if he was bigger than me already. He was still young but I’m sure Henry didn’t grow 11 inches overnight and if he takes anything after him, he would be well on his way. I took my clothes and started getting dressed. This woke up Henry who got up. He too had a very tented pouch in his boxer briefs. We all had breakfast together. I had trouble focusing on eating since Tom hadn’t dressed and was simply wearing boxers. Henry didn’t seem to find this unusual so I guess it was what he normally did. He had a nice, well toned, early-teen body. His nipples were still the size of a dime and only a few shades darker than his skin. He was obviously fit but not yet muscular. I noticed he didn’t have armpit hair yet, as they were still completely devoid of hair. Once we were done, I thanked Henry for the great time and kissed him goodbye. Tom smiled at us when he saw the kiss. On my way back home, I got a phone call from Katie. She was asking when exactly I planned on taking Liam for a weekend at my place. I told her he could come the next weekend, that I’d manage. I wasn’t set up yet but I was missing him. The next Saturday, I arrived at my old home in the morning. Katie welcomed me in, and Liam was already waiting for me with a backpack. “What’s in there?” I asked. “Clothes, and my Playstation,” he answered. “You probably don’t have good games at your place.” Well, he was right. I had NO games at my place. “See you Sunday before dinner,” I told Katie as we left. Liam kissed his mom on the lips before running over to my car. He was obviously happy to spend the weekend with me, given how excited he was. We went for a walk in the city and played video games. I figured he was just missing me a lot, since he just kept cuddling and wanting to sit on my lap all the time. Once it was bedtime, I told him I didn’t have a bedroom for him yet, that he could sleep on the couch or share my bed. He was super happy that he was allowed to sleep in my bed, since he hadn’t done it since he was very young. I guess the couch was a no go. “Now, I don’t want a stinky little boy in my bed, so you have to take a shower,” I told him as I got up and went to the bathroom. I got him a towel for his shower and he followed me. I closed the door to leave him some privacy and went back to watching TV. “Erm… Dad… how does it work?” my son asked, coming out of the bathroom. He was only in his underwear. His mom kept buying him kids style underwear, and these were spiderman briefs. I couldn’t help but notice he was filling them out nicely, more than I would’ve thought. My little man was growing up apparently. “Here, you just have to turn this knob for pressure. The temperature is already set. If you want it warmer, you turn this knob clockwise, but it should be fine like that. I haven’t touched it in months,” I said. “Okay, got it,” he said. He then turned the knob hard and water started flowing out of the shower head at a fast rate. This surprised him and got his blond mop of hair wet. I laughed, which made him a bit upset. “Will you be okay?” I asked, chuckling. “Yes dad!” he answered, a bit aggravated. He put his hands in the waistband of his underwear and turned around. He was obviously waiting for me to get out of the room. I know nudity at this age can be awkward, so I left him. Seeing him like that made me wonder how much he had grown down there. He was still a small boy, and it’s not like I was a tall man, so obviously he would probably never be tall, unless the genes on his mother’s side were dominant. He had yet to show any sign of puberty, no pit hair, smooth legs. I wondered if he had any pubes. I greatly doubted it. I think I got my first pubes only when I was close to fourteen. I also wondered if his cock had started to grow. It definitely looked so, the way the front pouch of his underwear was protruding. He came back out of the bathroom wearing his PJs, and I went in to take my shower. I usually sleep naked but I opted to wear boxer briefs since I was sharing the bed with Liam. Once in bed, I started receiving texts from Henry. He knew I was spending the weekend with my son. “Who are you texting Daddy?” Liam asked. “Oh, just a friend, Son,” I answered. I wasn’t quite ready to reveal this part of me to him just yet. I felt like he was still too young. What a contrast between him and Tom. He was still very much innocent compared to him. This basically became our routine. Every other weekend, Liam would spend at my place. The other weekend, I either had Henry over, or I went to his place. I was always happy to see his beautiful son, and eager to see him in his underwear every morning. At the end of November though, Henry lost his job. The company he was working for was closing its doors. He didn’t have savings and lived paycheck to paycheck. When I saw him, he was a wreck. He didn’t know how he would pay his bills, and would probably get kicked out of his apartment. I offered to lend him money but he categorically refused. I really wanted to help him but I didn’t know how. I then offered to let him move in with me, temporarily, till he could find another job and get back on his feet. He refused at first but I think he just didn’t lara ucuz escort have much choice because several hours later he called me and told me he would take the offer. So that’s how Henry and his son Tom moved in with me. My office was relocated in my room and Tom now had a bedroom, well, it still didn’t have a door but given how quickly they moved in, I didn’t really have time to get one. Tom didn’t care though, he was used to sleeping in the living room, so this was an upgrade. There may have been no door but it wasn’t opened like a living room. And it was on the other side of the condo, so he still had some privacy. Henry would of course be sleeping with me. They didn’t have much to move really, Henry’s bed and furniture were transferred to my old office, now Tom’s room. The old kitchen set wasn’t even theirs and belonged to the landlord, like the appliances. That first night, Henry really wanted to please me in bed. He wanted to fuck me to show me just how good it felt. I was still scared at the idea of him plunging his 11 inch fat pole in my butt and told him that I couldn’t, it was just too big. I was terrified at the thought of this monster mounting me, his cock was just scary huge. “It’s okay, I understand. When you’re ready,” Henry said, smiling at me. We simply sucked each other off and fell asleep. The following morning I woke up alone in bed. I then rubbed my eyes and heard voices coming from the kitchen. “You two were pretty quiet last night. Don’t restrain yourself on my account,” Tom said. “Heh, I wish son. But my boyfriend is still scared of taking my dick,” Henry admitted. “Oh, I would’ve assumed that by now. I mean, your past boyfriends were pretty vocal, hehe,” Tom said. “Yeah, well I really like him and don’t want to rush things. I don’t really know how to take things from there though,” he said. “Didn’t he like, just start dating guys recently? No wonder he’s still a bit scared, it’s his first time! And you can be scary sometimes!” Tom added. “Huh, what do you mean?”, Henry asked. “Well, you’re tall and imposing, and Mark may be a fit guy, but he’s like five foot seven and 150 pounds. It’s not just your big dick that scares him, it’s probably the whole package,” Tom explained. “Damn son, I think you’re right. Guess I’ll be patient and give him time to get used to me. You really are my little genius, you know that.” “Aw dad, stop it, you’re messing up my hair.” I then closed the door completely in silence, and made some noise in the room. I wanted them to know I was now up so I wouldn’t show up at an awkward moment. I still couldn’t believe how open he was with his son. Parents rarely ever talk sex with their kids, and it’s usually the parent who gives adivce to this child, not the other way around! Tom was a special case though, he’s incredibly precocious. “Good morning,” Henry said as I exited the bedroom. “Good morning you two,” I answered. Tom smiled at me warmly. I was happy to see he hadn’t changed his habits and was still only dressed in boxers. “I hope you both feel at home here,” I said, smiling. “Yeah,” Henry answered. “Oh yes, thank you so much again for letting us stay here. We’re extremely grateful,” Tom chipped in. He had the voice of a young boy, but these words were those of someone who sounded older. “You’re welcome,” I said, smiling at the boy. “I’m glad to have you both here.” I then gave them both a hug. I almost felt weak as I hugged Tom for the first time. I put my arm around his bare shoulder and could feel the softness of his skin. “I hope we’re not too much trouble,” Henry said. “What? No, heh. This place has been empty for too long. It’s only ever just been me, and my son Liam a few times… So it’s nice to see it full of Life,” I said. “Have you… talked to your son about it yet?” Henry asked. “No,” I answered honestly. “He’s not as mature as Tom yet. He’s still very much a kid”. “Oh, you know, sometimes kids show only what they want to show to their parents, you could be surprised,” Tom said. “Oh? Well, it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know how to tackle the subject with him,” I said, lost in thought. “How did you guys manage it?” I asked. “Eh?…” Henry said, looking at his son. “Well… apparently the little bugger had known for years before I told him. He said I didn’t know how to hide my internet history properly.” This made Tom laugh. “When was that?” I asked. “About three years ago,” Henry answered. “But Tom has always been ahead for his age, I mean he skipped three grades so far and I knew he would understand.” “Four dad,” Tom corrected. “Eh?” Henry questioned. “This year makes four grades ahead of what I normally would be.” “Oh.. right, my bad,” he said. “Sooo, how should I go about telling a non-precocious twelve year old about this?” I asked. “You know him better than we do. Surely you can think of a way to make him understand,” Tom said. “Well… I haven’t been the best of dads really. And I’ve only seen him a few times in the last months. I’m not sure I do,” I answered with a heavy heart. Tom looked at me with empathy. “Listen, I know it may feel strange to take advice on failure from someone who just seem to succeed at everything, hehe, but you have obviously learned from that. You may have been lost for a while, but I’m sure the person you were is long gone because I know you’re a great guy and that you are nothing less than a wonderful father,” Tom said, smiling at me. “That’s very sweet, Son,” Henry added. I felt touched by Tom’s words. “When is he scheduled to come here?” Tom asked. “Next Saturday.” “Has he ever been to the zoo?” Tom asked. “Humm, yeah, years ago,” I answered, puzzled. “Did he like it?” he asked. “Yeah, he loved it. He loves animals.” “Good, then let’s all go to the zoo. I’ll get to know him and try to talk to him.” Tom said. “Really? You would do that for me?” I asked. “What the heck are you talking about, we owe you so much, this is nothing,” Tom said. “Oh yes please, thank you!” I said, as I hugged him again. This time, I felt him hug me back. “Why the zoo though?” I asked. “Oh, bonding strategy,” Tom answered, with an enigmatic smile. The first week went by and I was really glad to have them with me. Henry was trying to be useful and did all the household chores. Tom also proved himself useful, as I had a problem with my laptop and he managed to solve it and make it work. God knows how. The following Saturday, I parked my car in front of the house and Liam was already waiting for me in front, with his backpack. He started walking toward us when he frowned, noticing there were other people in the car. “Hi, Son, get in the back please,” I said as I took his backpack. “This is my friend, Mark, and his son, Thomas,” I said as I sat back in the driver’s seat. “Hi,” Liam said, obviously a bit shy. “Guess where we’re going today,” I said. “Humm, aren’t we going to your place?” Liam asked, his eyes going back and forth between me, Henry and Tom. “Nope, we’re going to the zoo!” I said, smiling. “Really?” he asked excitedly. “Yep, so buckle up and let’s go,” I replied as we drove off. “I’m Thomas but everyone calls me Tom. Nice to meet you,” Tom said as he extended his hand to shake my son’s. “You’re Liam right?”. “Humm yeah,” Liam answered in a high pitch. “Cool, I’m twelve. How old are you?” Tom asked. “Oh, I’m twelve too,” Liam answered. “But… who… are you?” “My dad Mark over there is friends with your dad. And I wanted to go to the zoo, so your dad thought you’d like to come with us.” “Oh,” Liam answered. “Yeah, I haven’t been there in like forever.” “Cool, me neither. I can’t wait to see the lions again,” Tom said enthusiastically. “Yeah!” Liam exclaimed. “I wonder if we’ll see the pumas this time. They rarely come out of their den,” Tom added. “Yeah! I’ve never seen them.” I was surprised at just how good Tom was with Liam. It almost felt like a cool older brother taking care of his younger sibling, except they were both twelve. Almost an hour later, we parked the car and arrived at the zoo. The entrance had a huge lion statue on either side of the iron gate. “Cool,” Liam exclaimed. “I didn’t remember that.” “When was the last time you were here?” Tom asked. “Humm… four years ago.” “That’s why, you were only eight back then.” “Hey do you go to my school? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you there,” Liam asked. “Nah, my dad lives in the city. And we wouldn’t be in the same grade,” Tom said, smiling. “Huh? But aren’t you twelve too?” Liam asked, puzzled. “Yeah, but I’ve skipped a few grades,” Tom answered. “You’re in seventh grade right?” “Yeah, what grade are you in?” “Eleventh,” Tom answered, smiling. “Appearances can be deceiving, hehe.” “Huh!? What? You’re in high school already!? Are you some sort of genius?” Liam asked. “Nah, I just have good grades,” Tom answered. Was Tom being humble? He was one clever boy and rarely ever shied away from admitting it. But his self-confidence was not misplaced. He was the brightest person I knew, regardless of age. “Daaang! How is it to be in high school?” Liam asked. “Just like being in middle school, hehe. It’s just school. You sit down and learn stuff,” Tom answered, grinning. I had to give it to him, he had a way of explaining things. He made it sound simple. Plus, you couldn’t not like him, he had a great personality. The boys kept chatting while we walked around. We eventually got to the lions. It was a nice day but a bit cold, which explained why there was hardly anyone around. “Here Liam, look, you see how the lionesses seem to be just chilling?” Tom asked. “Uh-uh,” Liam nodded. “Well no matter how you would yell at them, they wouldn’t move an inch. BUT, I know how to catch their attention,” Tom said, smiling. He then did something that I thought was silly at first. He went around the cage and crouched down, his back to the large cage. He then walked around, crouching, limping, his back to it still. I thought for sure this was just not going to work at all… until two lionesses got up and started prowling in his direction. üniversiteli escort He still made little moves, looking left and right and pretending to lick his paw, all while keeping his back to the cage. He then started moving while crouched along the path, parallel to the cage, and both lionesses kept following him, not losing him from their gaze. I was flabbergasted. That kid was amazing. I was almost scared for him, both lionesses were now right at the edge of the cage, not three feet from us. Liam had eyes big like saucers and was completely mesmerized (so was I actually). Tom then turned around and got up, and then both lionesses slowly turned around like they had suddenly lost interest. “Oh my god Tom! Those two lions wanted to eat you! I swear. I was scared for a moment,” Liam said excitedly. “Hehe, they’re actually lionesses, they’re female. In the wild, it’s the lioness that hunts and feeds the pride. They’re the real hunters,” Tom explained. “Dang! I didn’t know that,” Liam exclaimed. “Here, let’s do it together,” Tom said. Liam followed Tom’s example as they repeated the procedure. They were both acting like little animals, looking left and right. I had to take a few pictures, this was hella cute. It took a few minutes but eventually one of the lionesses spotted them and started prowling in their direction. “Alright Liam, look behind you,” Tom said. Liam turned his head around and squealed when he saw just how close the lioness was. He then held Tom who was laughing. At this, the lioness slowly turned around and went back under a tree to lie down. “Phew. That was scary!” Liam exclaimed. “Nah, you did great,” Tom said. Liam beamed at the compliment. There was no doubt that my boy was completely charmed by his new friend. The rest of the day was uneventful, we all had a good time seeing all the different animals. Sadly, no puma sight again this year. Before we left I asked if anyone needed to use the bathroom before we drove back home, since we had an hour to go. Liam said he should go and ran toward the bathroom. Henry followed him since he had to go as well. “It’s done by the way,” Tom said to me once they were gone. “Eh? What is?” I asked, puzzled. “Your situation, I’ve had a chat with Liam about it,” Tom answered. “Oh… and did he react badly?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “Did his behavior seem different to you this afternoon?” Tom asked. “No, he seemed his usual self, although more happy than normal, given we’re here,” I said. “Well, he’s known since lunch, so you see, nothing’s changed,” Tom said, smiling. “He listened to me quietly and asked a few questions, but he generally seemed to understand. You know, kids these days, hehe, I say that as if I’m not a kid myself, anyway, nowadays it’s not as alien as it used to be. Kids know about it, and are taught that it’s ok. So really my role was minimal.” “Oh, that’s such a relief,” I said, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders. “I also told him about me and my dad living with you, given our present situation. He said he was proud of you actually,” Tom said. “Really? But…” I started to say, but stopped when I saw Liam running our way. “I’m all done, let’s go,” Liam said. “Yep, just waiting on Henry,” I said. A minute later Henry got out of the bathroom and we made our way home. We had dinner together and spent the evening watching a new series on Netflix. At ten I told the boys to get ready for bed. They both complained but we promised not to continue the series without them. Liam was the first to take his shower and came out wearing his PJ. Tom was next and came out wearing a fresh pair of boxer briefs. I went next and also opted for boxer briefs. Henry was last and had the same attire as me and his son. We all wished each other a goodnight and went to our respective rooms, Liam would bunk with Tom and Henry with me. Me and Henry gave each other a blowjob before calling it a night. Henry fell asleep almost instantly while I had trouble sleeping. I still felt uncertain about how my son was taking the whole thing. He seemed normal and cheery, but it could only just be a facade. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. Some light was coming from the boys’ room since it still lacked a door. I hadn’t really given it much thought and Tom hadn’t complained, so we had just left it as is. I sat down on a stool to drink my glass of water and could hear they were still up, chatting. “Hehe, no I don’t have a girlfriend,” I heard Tom say. “But you’re so, like… cool! You could get one easy,” Liam said. “Hehe, nothing is easy when it comes to relationships,” Tom answered. “Huh? I don’t really understand.” “Finding someone is hard, basically,” Tom said. “But you’re so intelligent, and you look good!” Liam said. “Oh? You think I look good?” Tom asked. “Well… yeah… kinda,” Liam answered, sheepishly. “Well, you look good too. Do YOU have a girlfriend?” Tom asked. “Hehe, no,” Liam said, giggling. “You know, people in my grade are fifteen or sixteen. I don’t think they see me as potential boyfriend material,” Tom said, with genuine sadness in his voice. “But… you’re kind of tall for twelve, girls dig that, and… you… have… you have a big one,” Liam said, almost in a whisper. “Hehe, and just how do you know that?” Tom asked, sounding amused. “Well… I kind of saw you when you went in the bathroom before your shower. It was like super big at the front, hehe,” Liam said, giggling. “Hehe, I had a hardon, it happens all the time lately,” Tom said. “So you look there?” finding it amusing “Yeah… no… I mean… well, I was curious. I don’t have to change naked in P.E. yet, but after the holidays, we have swimming, and I’ll have to get naked with all my friends. So… I was kind of scared. That’s why I was curious,” Liam admitted. “Hehe, don’t worry about it dude, I’m curious too sometimes. What are you afraid of anyway?” Tom asked. “I’m already the shortest kid in my class, so I’m kind of scared that I’ll be too small… down there,” Liam said, sounding uncertain. “Oh, that can be a bitch. Unless you;re a shower. But don’t worry about that, they’re just classmates. You probably won’t even remember their names next year,” Tom said. “A show-er? What’s that?” Liam asked, puzzled. “Yeah, like, normally a dick is small when it’s soft and it grows a lot when it gets hard, getting both longer and thicker. But a shower is someone whose soft dick is almost full size even when it’s soft. When it gets hard it stays almost the same size. Is that your case?” Tom asked. “Humm… I don’t know… yeah, I think so. It doesn’t really grow that much when I have a stiffie,” Liam answered. What? Really?, I thought, I’m not like that. Mine grows quite a bit, from three inches to five inches. So if he’s a shower, he didn’t get that from me. “Then you’re lucky. You should be good then, what’s your size anyway?” Tom asked. “I don’t know… how can you know that?” Liam asked. “You measure it with a ruler or a tape measure,” Tom answered. “But how?” Liam asked. “Well you have to put the ruler at the base of your dick, right above it, on your pubes.” “I don’t have any yet,” Liam said. “Doesn’t matter, you put it above your dick with the base right where your dicks starts and you look on the ruler where you dick stops, that simple,” Tom said. “Oh… and what size are you?” Liam asked. “Well I’m not a shower, my dick grows a lot when it gets hard,” Tom said. “It’s like four inches when it’s soft but it gets to seven inches when I’m hard,” “Oh… I don’t really know what that is.” Liam admitted. “Hehe, well, I can show you if it makes you feel better. But all this talk about dicks kind of made me hard,” Tom said. “Yeah, please,” Liam said. “Only if you show me yours too, to be fair,” he answered. “Oh ok, but don’t make fun of me,” Liam said. “Dude, I wouldn’t. You’re like my favorite new person,” Tom said, laughing. “Okay, lets shove our underwear down on three. One.. two… … three!” “Dang! Yours is huge!” Liam exclaimed. “Nah, it’s not. Yours looks about five inches, not bad!,” Tom said. WHAT!? I thought. Was this true? If it was, it meant my twelve year old son’s dick was as long as mine already! “Are you sure? Is it good?” Liam asked. “Here, let me grab my ruler. There. Now we put it like this and push it on your dick,” Tom said. “Sooo that’s… five and a quarter, nice! It’s actually good for your age,” Tom said. No shit!!! I thought. It’s bigger than mine! “But it’s so much smaller than yours,” Liam said. “Let’s jerk off so we both get back to soft, then you’ll see it’s not that impressive when it’s soft,” Tom said. “You jerk off, right?” “Yeah, but I’ve never done it with anyone before,” Liam said. Wait what? My son jerks off? I could now hear the unmistakable sound of fapping. They both seemed to be breathing harder as they were beating their meat. About five to ten minutes later, I finally heard Tom grunt. “Ahh, that feels good. Did you cum?” he asked. “No, but I don’t shoot yet,” Liam admitted. “Well, I barely shoot. See? Only a drop or two,” Tom said. I heard Liam jerk off for another minute before he finally moaned. “Humph! That feels good,” he exclaimed. “Hehe, yeah, it relaxes. I always do it before I go to bed,” Tom said. “Heh, me too,” Liam said. What? He does? Every day? But…. maybe Tom is right, kids only show what they want. I would’ve never thought Liam was jerking off yet. After a few minutes, I heard, “Mine is soft now, see?” Tom said. “Yeah, it’s much smaller now,” Liam said, fascinated. “Now yours has gone down too. Is this how it gets when it’s soft?” Tom asked. “Yeah, it’s like normal now,” Liam said. “Put it next to mine, here come sit in front of me,” Tom said. “See? Yours is actually longer than mine now.” “Yeah but yours is fatter,” Liam said. “Yours is still fat for your age,” Tom said. “All right, I’m tired now, let’s sleep.” “Okay, nite.” Liam said. “Nite.” I then saw the lights go out and the room got dark. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My dick was harder than it had ever been. I went to bed without making any noise, closed the door quietly and jerked off next to a sleeping Henry. to be continued… ——— Liked this story? Please let me know your ota I really enjoy people writing to me about my story. Don’t hesitate to write and say a few words 🙂 Don’t underestimate the power your words of encouragement have.