Samurai, Inc. My Son Shiro by David (DAG1064@aol.com)
I sat on the porch of my cabin early one morning, watching the deer at the edge of the lake. I felt so at peace here. I had been living here for about two years now. I had bought a good chunk of the property and built the two story cabin here. I had tried to make a life for myself out there in the world after having been forced to retire from the Navy Seals. I had joined them straight out of high school when I was eighteen and living in Texas. I had loved that life, running around the world chasing terrorists and major drug dealers. I was forced to retire at age thirty one because some one found out I was a boylover.
Yeah, I'm a boylover.
In the countries I went into, I met boys who liked me and helped me as much as they could. In return, I'd give them money and clothes. Some of the boys preferred to have sex with me. That was fine with me. Not so with my bosses. Rather than make it all public, they talked to me and it was mutually decided to retire me. Fine, I said. I left the SEAL life behind me and moved back to my hometown. My parents didn't receive me too well, and I tried to make things work. The only real job I could get was working security. I did bodyguard work when I had lived in California. Made me good money. Security was okay, and I don't knock those folks who do it, but it wasn't for me. Everything just came to a head for me and I nearly snapped. I packed up everything and moved to Colorado. Finding lakeside property in Crystal Springs, Colorado was plain luck. The owner wanted to sell, he was desperate. I made him an offer. He took it. I got the property. It took me almost a year to build the cabin because of rain, a call back for a SEAL assignment (made me a fortune), and Shiro. Shiro was a runaway boy that I had found on the streets of Denver while I was working. He stood four foot nine, long black hair tied into a pony tail, black eyes, skinny, and he was Japanese. I recall the scared look in his eyes when I crashed the crack house looking for evidence. Once he had calmed down, I told him what I wanted. He helped me and I freed him from there. His Martial Arts ability and the way he handled the Katana impressed me. I never mentioned him after the bad guys were brought to justice. I brought him here to Crystal Lake after wards. Shiro told me that he had run away from the social workers who wanted to lock him up inside some kind of home after his parents died in a freak accident. That had pissed me off. Shiro now lives with me. He's taught me much about the Martial Arts and using the Katana. I hear a noise behind me, and I turn to see him behind me.
"Morning Shiro," I said.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Morning, David."
I turn to face him and our mouths meet. The kiss is warm and passionate. The twelve year old hugs me again, leaning against me. Now the day is perfect.
After breakfast, we get down to work, doing the little things that will complete the house. Not all is work. We take time out to play. I've taught him how to swim, scuba dive, shoot my guns, fish, hunt, ride mountain bikes, and cook. He and I have learned from each other about being lovers. It took him time to accept that he is gay, that I love and desire him. I've given him support while he dealt with those issues. Now he is comfortable with it all. At the moment, he is working in our master bedroom, painting it. I walked in to start painting. This is the last thing we have to do construction wise, then we start getting furniture for the place. My home made furniture just doesn't cut it here. Shiro has taken his shirt off, working in his shorts. He's filled out well in the year he's been here. He doesn't have nightmares about Denver or the accident that killed his parents. He does dream about his parents from time to time, and I think that's good. One should never forget where he came from. The Denver business did have some repercussions. The social workers who had Shiro were arrested for a bunch of things that they had done to orphaned kids. I petitioned the court to be Shiro's guardian. The court agreed, and now he lives with me. He is happy, and so am I. We have our moments, but he knows I love him, no matter what.
"Looking good there," I said.
Shiro grinned. "Thanks David."
I pick up my brush and start in on the opposite wall. My mind started to wander, recalling memories of Shiro's first weeks here. My normal routine must have scared him at first, waking up in the morning to find me gone. One of my habits is to do physical training early in the mornings. Starts out with a three mile run, then a session on my weight pile( a 20 x 20 concrete slab with a weight bench and a ton of weight, the long bar, a rack of dumbbells, and a leg machine), Then a swim in the lake from the shore to the floating outhouse fifty yards offshore and back. Once he knew what I did for pt in the mornings, he joined me. Now he's really fit. We had sex for the first time in the living room where we slept while the second story was being worked on. I remember how scared he was, and I had held him close to me for almost two hours, not saying anything. I wanted it to be by his choice, not mine. I wasn't going to force him into anything he didn't feel comfortable with. He finally got up the nerve to kiss me, and I returned it, being gentle and passionate. Once he got over his shyness about being naked in front of me and sharing his body with me sexually, he settled down and I showed him how wonderful sex could be. I pleasured his body that night, listening to his sighs and cries of pleasure. I had really blown his mind with the blow job I gave him, sucking his cock and licking his balls and his rose. He truly loved it. He didn't go all the way that night, the blow job was enough. He slept late the next morning. After he woke up, he tried his best to describe what he felt. He couldn't, though. Having experienced sex, he wanted to do something that morning. I pleasured him again, but this time he wanted to put his six inches into me. I told him what to do, and he followed my instructions to the letter. Shiro truly got off on the intercourse. He loved having his penis inside of me. Those few weeks after the first sex, we did it practically non stop. He loved it everytime we did it. I don't remember which time it was, but he had finally let me fuck him. Once I had him well lubricated and loose, I very carefully and gently entered him. He shivered at the first contact, then relaxed. I let him relax a bit, then continued to penetrate him, pushing my cock deeper into the boy. He rocked back and forth on his hands and knees once I had gotten five inches of my seven inside him. I held still and let him do the motions. It was wild, but it felt good. Now he can handle a full out hard fucking if he wants that. I prefer to do it slow and gentle, so both of us can enjoy the feelings that go with it. I had shot my sperm inside of him, and he called it a bonding experience. He was right. He had cum inside me, I had cum inside him. We were bonded together forever. I finally had to regulate our sex life, and he saw the wisdom in that. We still make love to each other, and it's beautiful each time we do, but it's much more meaningful when we do it several days after the last time. Sometimes it's spontaneous, one sexual act and he's satisfied. I've taught him about his body, how everything works, what puberty is and how it will affect him ( he started four months ago), and he understands it. He's changing at the right time in his life. He finds hair around his cock kind of unusual, so he shaved it off at first until I told him it was normal. Now he just trims it and keeps it short. I really love this kid. He makes me feel good, and not just in bed either. Knowing he looks up to me and listens to what I tell him makes me feel like I'm worth something again. I looked over to him, and he's nearly finished. I look at my dive watch. I've been standing here staring at the wall for nearly an hour and had done nothing. I snapped to and got busy. We met by the doors leading out to the balcony.
"We meet at last," I growl in my best German accent.
Shiro laughed. "Yeah, but you were daydreaming over there. I probably could have jacked you off and you wouldn't have reacted."
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah!" Shiro laughed.
"Well, we are done, so this room needs to dry for twenty four hours. We lay the carpet tomorrow, then shop for furniture. Your room is dry, so let's go lay the carpet in there," I said.
"I thought I was going to be in here with you," Shiro said.
"You will. But you need a room of your own to hang out in when you have your friends here," I explained. "I don't think they would understand about us sleeping together."
Shiro nodded understanding. He knew I was right. We laid the rest of the carpet right up to the door of the master room, then called it quits for the day. Shiro stripped himself naked and dived into the lake for a swim as I fixed some lunch. I watched him come walking back to the house. He was really comfortable about being naked outside of the house. I did it all the time myself. We had lunch, then relaxed in the hammock on the porch, Shiro settling down next to me. Life was good to us.
The master room was dry the next morning. I was checking it out after having my shower and Shiro was taking his. I would do the room while Shiro was in school, then pick him up from there and we would go into town. I had planned on spending a small fortune to furnish the house properly.
"Ready for school?" I shouted.
"Yup," he said, appearing out of nowhere.
"Good. Good luck on that test," I said.
Shiro had initially resisted going to school ,but once I convinced him he needed to, he did go. The high school he was going to was a good one, having all the usual things kids could do. Within the week, he had joined the wrestling team, made a number of friends (I met them), and did well. He was a bright kid, and he didn't flaunt it. His first report card was a good one. Mine were crappy. I dropped him off at school, then went home to work on the carpet. I had the room done by noon. I lay on the floor where our bed was to be and though back to last night. Shiro had initiated the lovemaking. He had sat on my lap and kissed me while taking my shirt off. He ran his fingers through my chest hair( he was so fascinated by my body hair, the only hair he had was on his head, around his cock, and under his arms) and teased my nipples. I pulled his shirt off and began caressing his soft smooth skin. Shiro was well tanned, being out in the sun quite a bit (no tan lines either, heh heh heh) when he worked out with me or swam in the lake, or just laid out. I kissed his neck, Shiro reacting like I thought he would. That really turns him on. We finally stripped each other naked, our cocks hard and begging for attention. I pleasured his fine nipples with lips and tongue( his nipples were tiny delicate things, but man, when played with, really turned him on), while he fondled my cock and balls. We kissed again, then I licked and nibbled on his ears. I went back to his nipples, the tiny hard points standing out as I laid him on his back. He shivered with excitement as I slowly sucked his hard cock into my mouth. His six inches was a pleasure to taste and enjoy. He shot off in my mouth, his sweet cream going down my throat. I licked his balls and the bit of skin between his balls and his rose. He liked being rimmed, and I like doing it. He managed to get me to turn around, taking my cock into his mouth. Shiro started sucking on me, his fingers working their way into my ass. I liked feeling his fingers in there, but I wanted his cock in there instead. We continued to orally pleasure each other.
"Please," Shiro whispered.
I got on my knees as he lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I moved into place and he took my cock in his hand and placed it at his gate. I pushed in slow and careful, feeling my cock head open him up and enter his ass. Shiro closed his eyes and moaned softly. I worked five inches of my cock inside his ass, then slowly started fucking him. He wriggled beneath me, enjoying the sexual intercourse. I was enjoying it too. I moved my cock in and out of him until I couldn't hold on any more I thrust hard into him a few times until I came, my cum racing through my cock and into his ass. Both of us moaned at the same time. He raised his head and kissed me. I gently pulled out and we changed places. Moments later, he sank his cock into me, getting five of his six inches into me.
"David....David....love you...take my love," he moaned.
Shiro fucked me fast, wanting to experience the joy of cumming. I loved to feel his young cock in me. He did cum moments later, his cock swelling slightly and jerking, shooting his load into me. I held the sweaty boy in my arms as he rested from his efforts. He eased himself out of me and I held him close, kissing him. He kissed me back, then eventually went to sleep in my arms. I had pulled the covers over us and went to sleep. He had woken first then woke me with his kisses. Something snapped me back to reality. I got off the floor and checked the time. It was around one now. I heard the phone downstairs ring. I had forgotten the cordless. I ran down the stairs and picked up in the kitchen.
"Hello?" I said.
"It's me, Dad. School is getting out early today," Shiro's voice came through the line.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing. I had forgotten to tell you that today was going to be a short day. I'm gonna throw my books into my locker, and I'll meet you at the mall. Deal?" Shiro suggested.
"Deal, kiddo. I'll see you there," I laughed.
We met at the mall, in front of the information booth. Shiro saw me coming and waved. I smiled, thinking how fortunate I was, and him too.
"Hi son," I greeted him.
"Hey Dad," he smiled.
"Hi Mr. Logan," another boy said.
He was Sammo, a Hawaiian boy who moved here six months ago. He joined the wrestling team at Shiro's invitation, and both of them were close friends. I was careful in what I said and did around Shiro's friends. No need for trouble, I had thought. Shiro had agreed on that.
"Please, call me David," I said.
"No problem then," Sammo grinned.
What a nice boy. Wish there were a lot more like him.
"Guys have lunch yet?" I asked.
"Nope. The cafeteria had trouble again today," Shiro said.
"Fine. Where's the pizza place in here?" I asked.
Both boys grinned. I had thought that Shiro was the bottomless pit when it came to food, well Sammo put him to shame. That boy ate! I cleared the table as they were drinking the last of their sodas.
"Seen anything you like for the house yet?" I asked Shiro.
"Yeah!" he grinned.
"Lead on, MacDuff," I said.
"An erred be him that cries enough! Shakespeare," Shiro grinned.
"Yabbits have long ears," I cracked.
Both boys groaned as I laughed. I hadn't felt this alive in ages. Having Shiro with me had changed me for the better. Shiro led the way to a store that had some nice furniture. He led me to a really nice bedroom set. It wasn't fancy, but it was functional. He had made a good choice with this one. The salesman popped out of nowhere. We made the deal on Shiro's bedroom set while the two boys wandered around some. I picked out a few other things. Leaving that store, we went to a few others and soon had a bunch of things in the four runner. We dropped Sammo off at his Dad's office, then stopped at one more place. I would get the rest of the furniture here. Shiro whispered into my ear about a bedroom set for the master. Once I saw it, I knew why he liked it. It was the most beautiful wood I'd ever seen. The lace trimmed bed sets were just as nice. I ended up getting that set. By the time we walked out of there, the order had been placed. Everything would be delivered by the end of today. Shiro was quiet as we went back home. I rubbed his shoulder, reassuring him.
"Did you like what I picked out?" he asked.
"Yes, I did. Even the very intimate bed sets. You got good taste, Shiro. I'm just wondering why you wanted the stuff," I said.
"My parents used to have it on their bed. When I was little, I'd get into bed with them on Sunday mornings and Dad would read the comics to me," he said, his voice breaking a little. "Now that you and I are so close, I'd like that kind of intimacy between us, like I saw between my folks."
I stopped the four runner halfway down our driveway and held him as he cried for a bit. I made a decision right then. I felt sad for him.
"You and I will always have that kind of intimacy between us, no matter what. I really love you," I said.
We kissed and then I drove up to the house. While he unloaded the car of what we had gotten, I made a few phone calls. That had been set into motion. Shiro didn't have any of his Family pictures or anything to remind him of his parents. I had asked some friends to try and find the Family photo album and anything that should have been his. I don't have anything to remind me of my life in Texas other than my SEAL mementos, and I wanted it that way. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone. The stores called almost back to back to say everything would be delivered tomorrow. Fine by me. I wanted private time for us anyway. It was getting late in the day. I walked into the house and saw Shiro by the fireplace, getting a fire going.
"Good job," I remarked as I walked over.
Shiro looked up. "Thanks. Though you would like it."
"I do. You did a great job," I complemented.
Shiro grinned. "Was that the phone?"
"It was. Everything will be delivered tomorrow. They were having some kind of problem," I said.
"Are you going to need help with everything?" Shiro asked.
"What is today?" I asked.
"Friday," Shiro replied. "Tomorrow is Saturday."
"Where has the week gone to?" I groaned. "Yeah, I will need help."
"Cool. Now, what do you want for dinner?" Shiro asked.
"Surprise me," I smiled.
He did surprise me, cooking hot dogs in chili. He can be very inventive at times, and he sure did a great job. I put the dishes into the sink to soak, then joined him in the living room in front of the fireplace. Shiro already had our bedding spread out on the floor ready for bed. I got down next to him and he snuggled up next to me. He hugged me then slipped his hand underneath my shirt. I could feel his fingers moving through my chest hair. I kissed him on the top of his head. These were the times I loved best. We felt closer to each other than other times, holding each other in quiet times just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Shiro sat up and pulled his shirt off, then mine. He lay on top of me, kissing me tenderly. I felt passion rise inside of me and returned the kiss. I held him as we french kissed, our tongues exploring each other's. I felt his fingertips move across my back. He had a way of doing that so good, it really turned me on. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the erotic back scratching he was giving me.
Before long, I had him completely naked and on the bed before me. I paused a moment to admire his fine body. he was developing nicely.
"You are a great kid and I love you," I said.
Leaning over, I pleasured him, kissing his torso all over. I licked and sucked on his aroused nipples, getting him very excited. I listened to his increased breathing, his moans of joy. I moved down to his cock, moving into a sixty nine position at the same time. He didn't waste any time inhaling my cock. We sucked on each other, bringing each other close to orgasm.
"I'm cumming," he whimpered, and then he was, shooting his sperm into my mouth the same time I exploded into his mouth.
We sucked on each other as hard as we could, trying to pleasure the other as much as we could before our orgasms were done. Shiro sighed and relaxed a moment before me, and I stroked his smooth body while I finished sucking his juice into my mouth. We curled up to each other and I pulled the covers over us. He kissed me good night, then drifted off to dream time. I lay awake for a bit, listening to my boy sleep. His face took on a softness, the calm of a sleeping child. I silently prayed my friends would find Shiro's Family album and other things. He needed them. I had found a crude makeshift teddy bear a few days before, and I had made sure to get one for him at the last store I went to. It would show up, gift wrapped. Yeah, maybe he is a bit too old to have a stuffed teddy bear, but everyone needs something like that to be comfortable and to feel safe and secure with. Makes life better for the kid in us.
I woke the next morning. Shiro was already up, doing his stretches. I dressed in my typical workout gear, speedos, shorts over that, trainers, and a tank top.
"Morning Shiro," I said, coming out of the house.
He stood up to kiss me. "Morning, Dad."
He watched me do my stretches, then we set off on our run. Three miles later, we tackled the weight pile. Shiro was definitely improving. I supervised him carefully to make sure nothing went wrong. He did everything right, and managed to add five more pounds to his bench press. He followed me into the lake and we raced for the floating outhouse. He beat me to it, then after a break, we raced back. This time it was even, both of us getting on the beach at the same time. He crawled out on his hands and knees, and I came up behind him. Knowing what he wanted, I grabbed his speedos and pulled them down, revealing his bare ass. I had mine down in seconds, and pointed my male member into his boy rose and slowly penetrated him. He moaned with joy as I pushed my cock into him. Once I was firmly into him, I began fucking the boy. I liked feeling my cock moving inside his ass. It felt real good there. I kept on fucking him until I couldn't hold back my impending ejaculation. I felt my cock swell a bit, then unload my sperm into the boy's ass. He cried out joyfully, feeling me fill up his ass with my sperm.
"Shiro....my boy....yeah....I'm cumming....feel me cum!" I exclaimed as I shot deep into him.
I pulled out my softening cock, exhausted from the fucking I'd given him. He stood up and pulled his speedos back up then helped me to my feet and pulled mine back in place. We went into the house and got into the shower to clean up a bit. It was his turn now. I moaned as he pushed his juvenile cock into my ass. That felt so good. I felt his cock move in and out of me, the sensations really terrific. He wrapped his arms tightly around me then squeezed hard when he started his cum. I felt his cock jerk, then shoot his sperm into me. I liked that. It felt real good to me. After the shower, we sat around in shorts and relaxed while having coffee and tea.
"When are they supposed to arrive?" Shiro asked.
I heard what sounded like a truck coming. "Is now soon enough for you?"
He laughed and stood up, stretching out. He disappeared into the house and I walked out into the front yard. The two trucks pulled up and then backed up a bit to the front porch. Two men approached me.
"Sorry we're a bit late. Three of our guys decided to quit this morning," one guy said.
"Not a problem. Let me get my back belt and give you guys a hand," I said.
It took us two hours to unload everything. I hid the box for Shiro in the four runner for now, then planned on moving it later. The two men disappeared with their trucks. Shiro and I were alone again.
"Shiro, that was a hell of an idea, posting signs on the doorways of the rooms for those two guys," I said.
"Thanks. Worked out real well," he said.
"Don't I know it," I nodded. "Now we have fun putting everything together ourselves," I said.
He just grinned, and I had to laugh. Getting the tools needed, we worked on the stuff that needed assembly, and finally got the place put together by nightfall. Resting in the jacuzzi, I was feeling good about myself, and enjoying the hot water soak. Shiro was curled up next to me, his bare body against mine. I massaged his shoulders, and he groaned appreciatively.
"Getting late, kid. How about a bath, then bed?" I suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Shiro said.
I got out of the tub and went into the house. I got the bath going and Shiro walked in a few moments later. We got into the bathtub together and spent the next twenty minutes soaping up each other and washing the other's body parts. That made me feel much better (and horny as hell) and Shiro too. He went to his room for a moment and I put the box on our bed.
"What's that?" he asked, coming back in.
"Something for you," I said.
He opened the box to find a teddy bear inside. He pulled it out of the box and stared at it. He slowly hugged it to him.
"Shiro, everyone needs a teddy bear to hug, no matter how old you are. I imagine your parents gave you one, and I wanted you to have something kind of familiar again," I said.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, David. Yeah, my parents did give me one. Those fucking women took it away from me. Ever since then I've wanted another."
"Now you have one, my son. Hope you like it," I said, hugging him.
He hugged me back. "Thanks, Dad."
I watched him take it back to his room and put it on his bed. He came back moments later, untying his kimono. He set it aside and looked at the bed I had set up. On it was a silk bed set in a champagne color, trimmed out in lace. I noticed he was wearing what he called his intimate bedclothes, boxers and a silk shirt. I took his hand into mine and drew him close to me. I hugged him and he responded by kissing me. I took off my own kimono and set it on a chair next to our bed. I turned to him and took his silk shirt off, then slid his soft silk boxer down his legs. he was naked now except for a garter belt around his right thigh. I picked him up and placed him in the middle of the bed, then climbed up. I caressed him for a few moments, then moved down and took hold of the garter with my teeth. I got it off his leg, then put it around the right top corner as tradition required. Then I made love to my boy.
We slept in the next morning. Sunday was relaxation day for us, the one day we skipped training and anything else that needed to be done. We usually kicked back, went swimming, or fishing, or whatever our fancy struck us. I watched his sleep for almost an hour. Our lovemaking last night had been so passionate. I really truly got off on him, and he on me. Everything was so great, the intercourse had been a thousand times better. I just can't really describe what it was like. But for a brief time last night, we had become one with each other, and that truly makes a difference in a relationship. I got up and went downstairs and started my coffee, Shiro his tea. I sat out on the front porch, sipping my cup of coffee and watching the animal come down to the edge of the lake for their morning drink. it just made things that more perfect for us. I was feeling much more human than I'd ever had in months, especially since I left Texas. Life out here certainly agrees with me. I heard footsteps behind me.
"Hey Dad," Shiro said, sitting next to me.
"Morning son," I said, ruffling his hair.
Shiro leans against me and I put my right arm around him. He's wearing his high school sweats, he's feeling very relaxed this morning. It's another hour of peace and quiet before I even think of breakfast. Shiro leads the way and we sit at our new table and for the first time since I've been here, really enjoy having breakfast here. New furniture does make a house, and Shiro certainly ha a good eye for things. This place is just as much his as it is mine. He helped make it what it is, a sanctuary for the both of us.
"Someone's coming," Shiro said a few moments later.
I sit up and listen carefully. Sure enough, he's right. I go and change into jeans and a shirt, Shiro does the same. I hope it will be my friends with news for Shiro. The jeep stops in front of the house. Two very serious Japanese men get out.
"Asano?" Shiro asks.
"Hi Shiro. It's been awhile. Same to you, Davie. You look good," a third one says, getting out.
I shook my head and laughed. "What brings you out here?"
"Business. Business with Shiro," nodded Asano gravely.
I had met him during one job in Japan at the government's request. We hit it off perfectly, we're almost alike. That month we did more fighting than the Marines did. Won more than lost, bagged plenty of bad guys. He still looks good for an old fart.
"With me?" Shiro asked.
"Yes. Please, may I talk to you?" Asano bowed.
"Sure," Shiro said.
Both of them sit on the porch. I retreat to my weight pile with the other two men. I do a slow workout, trying not to think of what's going on. I'll know soon enough, but for now, I leave them alone. Finally I stand up, and turn to the house to see Asano hugging Shiro. He motions to the men, and they leave. He nods to me on the way out.
"Shiro?" I touch his shoulder gently.
He looks up at me. "He had my Family album, and my Family Swords. He came here to return them to me, even this."
He points to another teddy bear, and I know it's the one his parents gave him. Mine pales in comparison to that one. It was from his parents, the two people that meant the world to him. I hug him close to me, and share his grief. He finally calms down and starts to share the pictures with me. His parents look like they were good kind people. In my mind, I promise them that I would make sure Shiro grows up to be a good honorable man. I get a warm feeling deep inside of me like it was a sign from them. I help him carry everything to his room. I leave him alone, knowing he needed it. I return to the porch and sit on the swinging bench and watch the birds fly out over the lake. He comes down later, he has been crying again. I hold him close to me. I listen to him talk, getting his pain out into the open. All I can do is hold him and reassure him that I love him, no matter what. He knows that I do, and appreciates it.
"What do you want to do today?" he asks me.
"Let's go out on the lake for a bit," I suggest.
The house is locked and we set off in the boat. He handles it real well. I sit in the passenger side and relax as he cruises off, picking a direction to go in. We explore a bit of the lake, finally parking somewhere and dropping fishing lines in the water. I rub sunscreen on him to keep him from getting burned. He's naturally tanned, so he doesn't burn easy like I do. Eventually we strip completely down and slide into the water for a swim. He catches up to me at the shore. He lies on top of my back, working his hard cock into me. Shiro starts fucking me, whispering how much he loves me. I close my eyes and concentrate on feeling the boy's penis moving inside of me. It just feels so good to both of us. Shiro sobs out his release, I feel him cum inside of me. I hold him close after he's pulled out of me. I pull him onto my lap and pat him on the back.
"It's all right, Shiro. I love you son," I whisper.
Suddenly I realize he's moving my cock into him, then he pushes down onto it. I sigh, it feels so good. he cries while moving up and down on my cock, his tears flowing down his face. His emotions really get too much for him during our lovemaking and he does this, cries for a while. I know he loves me beyond words, I feel the same about him. He keeps pushing down on my cock until I cum inside of him. I hold him tight as I drive my cock deep into him, shooting my cum deep in him. We both cry after.
It's late, about ten at night. I slip out of bed after he's asleep. I stand there and look at him sleeping in our bed. I cannot imagine life without him now. He's just thirteen, having just celebrated his birthday today. It had been a great summer for both of us. We had gotten out and traveled about, first time in a year for me. We traveled around the United States, seeing the different places of interest. First place we went to was to visit his parents. Asano finally found out where they were, and arranged for them to have a proper funeral. The State of Colorado after hearing the circumstances, agreed. It was an emotional day for Shiro. I stuck by his side, just holding him and comforting him the best I could. I didn't know what to say. Just being there was the best thing for him. it took him two weeks to recover from that. I don't think he'll ever fully recover from his parent's death, nobody ever does recover after losing loved ones. Anyway, we hit all the usual tourist places, even went to see the annual Harley Run. Shiro liked all the different Harleys. I never knew there were so many of them. The highlight of the day was an old man in his eighties, riding the Harley he used as a messenger in World War Two. He made so many friends there that day. The Harley people made him an honorary life member in the Harley Company club. Even the Hell's Angels saluted him. There was so much more, Six Flags in Texas, Disney World in Florida, the Washington Monument, the Navy Museum in Delaware, and naturally the SEAL Team museum in Florida. We had the best summer of our lives. We even had sex in some of the most interesting places, the toilet in the plane going from Colorado to Florida, in the dark on the back deck of a ferry going to Staten Island in the early morning, and more. We even did it in the small cable car high in the air at Disney World. That was fun! We had finally come home the first week of September and there was a message on my phone machine saying Shiro's birth certificate had been located. His birthday was the week school started. Shiro and I agreed it was a proper way to end the summer. I had asked him what he wanted for his birthday.
"It's you I want, nothing else," he told me.
He got it. I did whatever he wanted on his birthday. He had a bunch of his friends over and they had one hell of a party. Good thing I ordered extra food, Sammo attacked the table with gusto, followed by the rest of the guys. I gave him his very intimate gift later when everyone had left. I left a ribbon trail from his room ending up tied to me. We had the best sex ever. I gave myself totally to him, and he certainly took full advantage of me. He slips up behind me moments later.
"Something wrong Dad?" he asked.
I turn to face him. "Nothing at all, son. Just being thankful for what I got."
"What's that?" he asked.
I look into his young eager face, and kiss him. "You."
He hugs me close, his naked body against mine. The stereo starts up, the last cd is playing. The soft music wafts out to us. I take him in my arms and we dance underneath the stars, my son and me, this boy I love. We dance quietly for a few moments, then he takes my hand and leads me into the living room. I see the lights are out, and the old bedding is spread out on the floor.
"I love you Dad," he says, and starts to pleasure me.
He does it so well, touching me in the right places, kissing the right places, sucking my manhood just right. Finally he is ready for the final act.
"Love you Dad," he whispers as he pushes himself into me.
I cry softly as my son fucks me, the boy performing the best act of love to his Father. He moans and cries out my name like a mantra, chanting it the whole time. I feel like I'm floating free of this earth, being in another place. he cums into me, both of us crying at the same time. I hold him close to me and we rest, the romantic music finally ending. The spell is broken, but we both know there will be more enchanted nights. We lie down together, and fall asleep. The night passes quietly for us, the stars overhead shining down on us as we sleep in each other's arms.
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