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Subject: A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS Part 3 A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS PART 3 At night, I lay next to my wife and listened to her steady breathing while she slept. I went over in my mind the events that I experienced with Thomas in the afternoon. I tried to find a sense of guilt in myself, but instead, I found myself getting aroused thinking about how my son orgasmed while I was handling him. He was a passionate kisser, I felt great that I was the one with whom he had his first kiss. I wondered what would happen next, or if anything would happen. I squeezed my stiff cock as I imagined I and Thomas making passionate love. I did realize that what had happened, and what might happen, wasn't legal and, according to many, morally correct. But I couldn't find any good argument why I can't enjoy the time together with my child. In a way that both of us like and that gives satisfaction. My wife turned in her sleep, and I thought about what a fine son she had raised. The whole family sat at the same table for breakfast. The boys ate cereal and my wife and I made some sandwiches. Thomas sat across from me and he smiled at me the whole time. It didn't go unnoticed by my wife. "You must have had a great adventure yesterday on the motorcycle trip, Thomas won't stop smiling at you. Have you promised something that hasn't been talked about?" My wife asked. "Hmm... We had a great time. Of course, something was promised, but nothing to be overly curious about." I said, trying to sound cryptic. "What have you promised Thomas? I want it too!" Chris announced demandingly. He looked at me with a scared look, then he glanced at his brother and started laughing. "You certainly don't want to know what father promised, and besides, you don't even want it." Thomas said teasingly. "Stop the bickering! Now tell me what you've promised, we don't keep secrets, remember?" My wife said to me, interrupting the boys' developing argument. I was left thinking about what I could have promised. There's no way I could tell what I actually promised to Thomas. "Tell me!" Chris said in a demanding voice. I had to figure something out fast. "Alright. I told Thomas that I could take an extra day off work and we would go on a bike trip to the cottage. We would leave tomorrow morning and come back in the evening." "Isn't it an awfully long way to drive there just for fun?" My wife asked. "Motorbikes are mostly ridden for fun, that's why bought it." I justified my thought. "Unfair!" Chris shouted. "Thomas got a ride yesterday, and tomorrow you're going with him again." "Undeniably, it's not quite fair. But how would it sound if the two of us drove somewhere on the weekend, and stayed Çanakkale Escort (http://www.canakkalehotelguide.com) in a motel for the night?" I asked. "Yippee!" Chris cried out and rushed to hug me. On Tuesday morning, we sat again, as usual, enjoying breakfast. The sun was already shining high in the sky and the day was getting warm. I had only packed a small backpack, the trip would only last a day and we would be home by evening. Thomas was wearing black jogging pants, with three white stripes on the seam. I also asked him to get a thin coat, because otherwise, the sun would burn his skin, since we would be outside almost all day. Finally, I pressed start and the engine hummed to life with a low growl. Thomas put his arm around my waist and the journey began. We were able to talk while driving thanks to the Bluetooth devices in the helmets. "What do you say if we don't drive to the cabin?" I asked. "What do you mean? Where then?". He was amazed. "I thought if we drove some small dirt roads and saw where they lead? If we drive up the river, we might find a nice place where we could go swimming." "I don't have swimming trunks." "Neither do I, and we don't need those, let's go somewhere where there are no others." I was pretty sure that he sensed that I had some thoughts about the swimming trip. I felt him press closer to me. After a while his hand started moving over my stomach and he pressed his head against my back. We stopped at a supermarket and did the necessary shopping; drinks and snacks, as well as ice creams that we ate on a park bench before we continued our journey. "Did you buy soap?" Thomas asked as we continued our journey again. "No, how so?" I answered. "Then what was it, something that looked like a soap or shampoo bottle?" "Oh, that? It was just another thing that I had to buy, it's not related to this in any way." "Alright." He was satisfied with my answer. We had already driven on small dirt roads for an hour and a half. We hadn't seen a single car or person. The road curved gently to the right and the river remained on its left. There was an old hay barn by the side of the road, and its door was hanging only by its top hinge. I rode the bike slowly through the tall grass to the other side of the barn where it wouldn't be visible to the road. The place wasn't strange for me. I had spent my childhood summers in these same neighborhoods, the barn belonged to my late grandparents' neighbors. We got off the bike and stretched our limbs. The barn looked exactly the same as it did years ago. I stepped in through the half-hanging door. The sunlight shone through between the logs, creating the illusion that there was fog in the Çanakkale Escort Bayan (http://www.canakkalehotelguide.com) barn. There was no hay in the barn anymore, only a sandy floor. Thomas looked at the ceiling and at the loft that rose high. There were no more ladders leading up there, and it certainly wouldn't have been safe to go there. I threw the backpack on the floor of the barn and began to take off my clothes. "Swimming, right?" I asked as I kicked my boots off. "Yup. And right away." He replied, throwing his jacket away. Do we have any towels?'' He asked. "No, we don't need those, the summer and sun dry us out." I pulled my panties off and was completely naked. Thomas looked at me in astonishment. "So are we going to swim naked? You don't even wear underwear?" "Who sees us here? And if someone does, then what?" Thomas moved his gaze from my face below the navel and stayed staring at my cock. "So, shall we go?" I asked. He looked back up at me a little embarrassed and took off his underwear. Now it was my turn to stare. Thomas' small penis hung slightly curled up. The round balls were tight behind it, they didn't hang. He had no pubic hair at all, he was completely bald, like porcelain. "Let's go." I said, nudging Thomas on the shoulder. I started running along a familiar route towards the river bank. It was only a short distance from the barn. The water of the river flowed majestically slowly and it shimmered as the sun reflected off it. The river bank was gravel and it deepened quickly. I dived into the water and did a couple of swimming moves, my legs no longer reached the bottom. Thomas tried the water with his toe, apparently, he was afraid it would be cold. Finally, he too dived into the water. We floated in the water looking at the clouds passing above us. Thomas' penis rose and fell on the surface of the water as he stayed afloat. While watching it, I started to get an erection and decided to dive a little deeper. I knew where I wanted everything to go and was thinking about how to get it started. After a while, I sat on a rock that was just a little above the water's surface. Thomas also came to the shore and stood in front of me. His skin was goosebumps and his nipples were dark red and hardened from the cool water. "Come here." I said. He waded in front of me, and he looked like he was freezing. I grabbed his waist with both hands and pulled him closer. He got between my legs, and our faces were at the same height. 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He answered without taking his mouth off mine. "It's warm in the barn, let's go there." I said and took my son's hand. We walked a short distance hand in hand, naked. Cocks stiffened with excitement. I took the blanket I had packed in the backpack and spread it in the middle of the barn. The wind slowly moved the broken door and a creaking sound came from its rusty hinge. Thomas settled on the blanket and rested on his elbows in a semi-lying position. I knelt down in front of him and took hold of his cock with my fingers. I pulled the foreskin back, and it moved smoothly The boy's member was about the length of a middle finger, but thicker, and a drop of shiny liquid was oozing from the opening at the tip. "This is wonderful." I said looking at my son's penis. "I wonder how it tastes." "Hahaha," He chuckled nervously. I leaned forward and licked a salty drop off the tip of his dick. "Ohhh." He groaned as I took the tip of his penis between my lips and began to swirl my tongue around it. I pulled the foreskin behind and slid my mouth along its short shaft. I didn't have time for more as his cock already started throbbing in my mouth. I pressed my lips tighter and made quick back and forth movements, fucking his cock with my mouth. Strong pulses sent a hot liquid into my mouth, which I realized was semen. There wasn't much of it, but I tasted it with enthusiasm. After his orgasm, Thomas lay half unconscious on the blanket. His dick was showing no signs of softening. A small amount of cum still poured from its head and I licked and sucked it clean. "Dad." Thomas whispered. "Yes, son." I answered and waited for what he wanted to say. However, a long moment passed and he didn't continue. "You tasted it... you ate it..." "Your sperm? Of course and it tasted absolutely wonderful." I settled on my side to lay next to him. My stiff cock pressed against his knee. Suddenly the boy sat up and pushed me to my back. He got between my legs and sat cross-legged. He looked at my cock, the tip of it pointed towards my navel. He placed his index finger on the tip and slowly moved it down. He run a finger under the balls and back up from there. Then he grasped it with a bold grip. TO BE ota