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## 1 - Billy

Date: Mon, 29 May 2017 08:01:56 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Friends

My Son's Friends

Part 1 - Billy

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By Taylor Foxx

My son always told me to stay away from his friends. He knew all about my
sexual appetite, and there was no way he could miss the stares I got on the
street, even as an older man.

I suppose his fear of me "doing stuff" with his friends was rooted in
reality, seeing that he'd caught me with one of his buddies more than once
over the years.

The first time had to be the biggest shock. He told me later that it was
his very first introduction to sex, which I felt sort of guilty about - but
that's the way the cookie crumbles. Apparently they hadn't gotten around to
sex ed yet at school, and since my son was always a play-by-the-rules kinda
boy, he hasn't discovered porn.

So the first time he knew that people liked to put their genitalia in each
other was his first sleepover with the neighborhood boys for his
birthday. Nine of `em, sexy little fuckers running around my house like
wild animals. It only made sense that one of them would end up on my dick.

It turned out, surprisingly, to be Billy, the youngest of the bunch. He was
the little brother of one of the older boys, and his parents had begged me
to let him tag along. I'm sure glad I did - that boy's face cherry was one
of the sweetest I've ever had.

And Billy happened to be the one to toddle down to the bathroom while I was
stroking myself with my door open. I turned the bedside light on when I
heard the pitter patter of feet coming down the hallway. I wanted to see if
the dim light on my cock would work as a lure.

It sure did. Billy stopped where he was, and no less than five minutes
later was he enjoying what must have been a very strange experience - an
intense face fuck.

I of course wanted to fuck his little pussy right then and there, but
knowing he was a virgin and that there was a pack of boys sleeping
downstairs, I knew it was best to keep his mouth full and leave his ass
alone. I figured I'd dump a nut in his throat, and then we both could go
back to sleeping.

The problem was, Billy didn't know how to give a good BJ, and I wasn't in
the teaching mood. So I had him lay down with his head over the side of my
bed, and I did the work myself. After a few minutes he had the whole head
in his mouth, and soon after that I was able to start fucking, until my bit
purple helmet was going down into his velvety throat sleeve.

It's a messy thing, when a boy is that inexperienced and a cock is that
big. Which is why I feel bad that it was my son's first introduction to
sex. Instead of learning about the birds and the bees, penis and vagina and
beautiful babies, my son learned about sex by walking in on me balls deep
in the runt of the litter, gearing up to feed him his first load via direct
deposit to his stomach.

Boy, it was a tough conversation the next day, when everyone had gone
home. Surprisingly it didn't seem to be the violent sexual act he witnessed
that upset my son, but the fact that it had been Billy.

Billy's older brother was, at the time, my son's best friend. So really, it
couldn't have been a worse thing to walk in on.

My son cried that night, and I held him as he begged me to stay away from
his friends for the first time. I comforted him and cooed at him, and made
absolutely no promises to stay away from his friends.

In fact, I managed to fuck my way through 7 of the 9 boys that had come
over to our house. A few of them in the following weeks, some not until
years later. Of course, little Billy was swinging off my cock weekly
following that experience. We loved having sex, he and i...and so did Danny
and Thomas and Pablo and a number of other little cock-curious whore
friends my son managed to pick up. He really had a knack for finding boys
who wanted to learn about massive dong and all the things it can do.

My boy only caught me with two of those seven sluts, but that was enough to
make him really paranoid. My job got tougher as my son tried to keep his
friends away from me. Of course, it wasn't entirely possible...and I have
managed to build up a library of hot events over the years.