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The good thing about an early marriage and fatherhood is that you get to see your kids enter teen age at an earlier point of time, while you are still relatively 'young'. There is obviously less tension between parents and kids, as also a great joy as you relive your not so distant past!
I too had got married early, very early indeed, when just 21, having joined my dad in the family business. And by age 22 was the father of a bonny little baby boy! My joys knew no bound.

But within a year the doctors had diagnosed a malignant growth in my young wife's brains and by the time my son was 2, she was no more.

The experience left me traumatized and totally devastated. Nothing could make me to agree to marry again when my relatives and friends tried after about a year and a half. The other reason for my not agreeing was that around age 25 I realized that I was also attracted towards men. Yes, I was bisexual leaning towards the gay side! So I had no desire to wed again. My parents helped me in raising the kid and by the time he entered puberty both my parents were dead. Now we were alone, my son and I. I greatly enjoyed raising my child, it was a real pleasure and a highly educative experience. Seeing him grow into a young man from that tiny bundle of cuddly flesh was indeed rewarding!

He was now seventeen and had had just entered college and I was a very proud father indeed.

Soon I found the house full with all his new friends most of the time and never seemed to get my hands on the phone any more when he was around. But that was O.K. with me. Well, if he didn't do it at this age then who would!

In fact I did enjoy these kids overrunning the place. We had been alone for so long that having people around, young ones, felt nice. Don't get me wrong though, I was no cradle snatcher, I just loved the kids and their antics, it was nothing sexual! Except one... Rohit, another seventeen years old, a real cute little guy...he wasn't the usual gawky teen that normally seventeen-year-olds are. He was pretty matured - physically, and extremely sensuous! He seemed very friendly and my son too was very close to him. He used to come often, nay, too often and was very courteous. And also was the only kid who never used the usual salutation of 'uncle', but always addressed me as 'Mr. Bose'. But one thing was for sure, he was different. And he did fascinate me! Especially with his extremely sensuous, sultry looks that he kept throwing at me!

Then, all of a sudden everything changed.....

The college had closed for the summer and I hardly got to see my son. Most of the time he was out with friends. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was sitting at my computer, trying to compose something that I had to hand over the next Monday to my editor, (I also write articles out of my passion for writing), when the door bell rang.

Quickly wrapping the robe around I went and opened the door. Rohit stood there, in a total disheveled state! He looked dazed..... His beautiful hair all tousled and face streaked with dirt. There was a most ugly bruise on his left cheekbone, and his full lips were slightly puffed. Both his elbows were scraped and bleeding and there was dirt all over his clothes.... I just stared, unable to move, comprehend. Then as my senses returned I asked him in and inquired about his condition. He said that as he was riding over to our place he had met with a 'slight' accident... it seems that as he turned into our lane, a speeding car brushed past him throwing him off balance and onto the sidewalk ! I took him inside and sat him down and it was then that I noticed his tight jeans, ripped at both knees and higher up on his right thigh the material was again torn and soaked in blood ! The jacket that he held in his hand was in tatters.

"Come in here." I told him as I entered my bedroom, "And take off the jeans." I added, sitting him down on the bed and going into the bathroom. He looked at me, only briefly, and stood up, hands on the buckle.

I got some water in a mug and took out the Savlon and some cotton wool from the medicine cabinet. Going back into the bedroom I gaped..... he was again sitting on the bed, his jeans off and lying on the floor. His hands held his white T-shirt brunched up at his chest, the pink nipple peeking out from beneath and he was wearing one of the tiniest white cotton briefs I had ever seen ! It set my blood on an instant boil..... I felt my cock stir and stretch in its prison as I moved closer, my hands slightly shaking.

I knelt down on the floor in front of him and forcing myself to tear away my eyes from that bulge between his parted thighs..... His young cock was clearly marked out, the large twin globes filling the pouch. I was breathing harshly as I took the wet cotton to clean his face. He pulled back and then stopped, I smiled and he smiled back..... The guy was real cute. I dabbed at his bruise, cleaning away the dirt. He winced but acted brave, as was wont of his age... Setting his lovely face in some order, I concentrated on his arms. I cleaned away and applied the medicine.

Once his hands were done I moved lower and again felt my heart miss a beat as my eye fell on the packed pouch. Rebuking myself I started cleaning his knees and put the medicine. I knew all the cuts and scrapes were minor and just skin deep..... but my mind was in turmoil and my heart desired more. I moved up his right thigh to where I could see the cut, a long shallow cut running from the middle of the thigh to the leg bands of his briefs. I could see it wasn't deep or serious but I also knew I would make him do something more.....

I pushed at his knees and he slowly parted his thighs..... this time I gasp audibly...... It was obvious that he was very well endowed for the tiny brief was packed beyond capacity and as I looked closer I could see strands of dark pubic hair peeking out from the leg bands. Unconsciously I licked my lips as I took a fresh piece of cotton and started to clean away at the cut.

I was very hard by now and extremely uncomfortable, shifting every now and then, trying to get my hardened cock into a more comfortable position without having to touch myself. As I wiped away the blood and saw the cut nearly reach into the groin suddenly I knew what I was about to do.... Dropping the cotton ball I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the tiny brief.

His hands flew and covered my hand, stopping me from going ahead. I looked up into his eyes and he stared back, eyes burning into me..

"Its OK," I said softly, "I need to see if the cut is any deeper. And I'm a man too. A doctor too would ask you to take it off...." I added.

I saw his cock stir visibly, as his hands loosened their grip and in one swift move I lowered the tiny material. He raised his ass off the bed slightly, aiding me to pull it off.

A sharp intake of breath shook me as I saw his full cock flop out and the large balls settle on the mattress. I groaned silently as my eyes took in the sight. He was awesome..... absolutely magnificent. It was a large cock, the foreskin covering the whole head through which the soft pink tip peeked out, wet !! He moved his thighs wider as I took his cock in my warm hands and lifted it to peer closer, as if checking to see if the cut went further up..... I was sure by now he understood my true intentions. The pubic hair framed the cock in a perfect reverse triangle, curly and jet-black. But the rest of him was bare and smooth. By now I was squirting copious pre cum and felt my briefs get soggy wet.

His cock filled out as I held it in my hands, growing and hardening...... it throbbed, pulsing with every heart beat. I saw the balls move in its smooth scrotal sac. I let my other hands caress the soft smooth area around the cut and the groin....

"Oh, Mr. Bose..... " he whispered softly, as his hands lightly touched my hands. "..... uncle...."

"Shantanu..." I said slowly, stroking him openly now, "you can call me Shantanu."

"Please stop....." he whispered hoarsely, his hands gripping me tighter, breath coming in harsh spurts.

I moved forwards and blew at the exposed glans, making him gasp and shudder. My tongue lashed out to lick away the pearly clear liquid that oozed out of the tiny slit making him moan further, loudly. His hands gripped my shoulders as I opened my mouth wide and took him in. Obviously this was the first time something other than his own hands had taken his cock and like a spring loaded gun he shot almost immediately. I gulped the sweet tasting teen cum, relishing every moment, every throb, every pulse as he shook and poured his seed into my throat. It was so fresh, so pure, it left me wanting more !

Drained, he fell back and lay there sprawled, his legs spread wide and dangling from the side of the bed. He looked ravishing, so young, so fresh. I stood up and took off my robe and with one single move lowered my brief and stepped out of them. His eyes bore into me, wonder writ large, awe filled. I'm large, if I may say so myself and still in great shape and he seemed absolutely mesmerized by what he saw.

He stared openly, licking his full lips as I climbed in beside him and taking him in my arms kissed him on the mouth. This was again his first kiss and he just gasped, sucking on my tongue like a hungry puppy, suckling. His hands roamed all over, touching, feeling, exploring.... he reached lower and grasped my throbbing cock and let out a moan as he felt the heat and stiffness. I raised my mouth off his and smiled, looking deep into his eyes. He smiled back shyly, his sparkling eyes asking a thousand questions...... pleading, for more.

I gently wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again, his eyes, nose, face..... mouth. Moving lower I kissed the bobbing adam's apple and moved to his ears, nibbling. He held me tight, as if for dear life and moaned in a funny sort of way..... My hands now released him to roam the tingling boy flesh up and down over the smooth torso. I raised him up and pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a most smooth and perfect body, well defined but nothing too pronounced. The pink tits standing tall and proud so tender, so mouth-watering. I clamped my teeth gently on one and flicked it with my tongue, making him moan louder..... He had his eyes shut tight and held my head in a tight grip. I sucked some more before moving onto the other one, leaving his right nipple all red and wet. I pushed his hands above his head and stared in wonderment at the copious underarm hair, thick, dark and silky.... groaning with lust I buried my face, inhaling the fresh boy scent and licking the pit, making him squirm and shiver....

"Oh, please.... uncl.... Shantanu.... Ahhhh !" he moaned, his face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Leaving a trail of saliva I moved to the other armpit and repeated the same, before starting my journey down his heaving chest and fluttering belly..... down to the reawakened groin. I pushed his legs further apart and started licking the inner thighs, extracting loud groans from the kid, making him thrash uncontrollably in joy. I moved higher and licked the sac and the sensitive chord that ran down from it into the ass crack and ...

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