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WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
"What are we gonna do, Kathleen? If this gets out! Gosh the whole street will have a field day with this. Can you I'magine how my colleagues will react to this? How COULD Kris be so irresponcible? We didn't raise hI'm to do things like this!"
"I don't know anymore! He just keeps quiet and refuses to come out of his room. I'm afraid he'll do something stupid, Rory! It was quite a shock for him hearing the news. He doesn't wanna speak to me, you, or anyone. I've even thought of makin an appointment at a pcychologist for him tomorrow. I can't stand to see him like this."
"Talking to a shrink will not take the real problem away, Kathy!"
"I know, I know, okay! Jeez, Rory I'm only trying to help!"
"URGH, this whole thing is just insane. I couldn't even produce sperm at age 12! But holy fuck, my son can!"
"Whatever you do, Rory, do NOT say THAT to him right now. I'll check up on him again. Maybe he'll eat something now. He hasn't eaten anything since Tuesday, for crying out loud."
Kathleen Bertillion took the cheese and bacon sandwiches that she made two hours ago out of the fridge and gave it a little spin in the microwave. After, she made her way upstairs to the room of their only son. She gently knocked and after a few second she opened. Kris were laying on his bed, in the exact same position as she left him two hours ago. She felt so sorry for him. He was only 12...
"Kris? Honey? You wanna eat a little something now?"
No response.
"Kris...baby you can't just lie here all day! I don't know you like this! Come on, Honey at least have a little juice."
No responce.
Kathleen gently placed the food on Kris's dresser and walked over to the bed where she sat down. She reached out and ran her motherly fingers gently through his hair. Kris just stared out in front of him like he didn't even notice.
"Kris...what happened is unfortunate. It shouldn't have. But there is not a single way that me, you or anyone can change any of it. You're gonna be a father in nine months time. And as hard as it is for me and Dad to accept it, we'll have to."
No responce.
"Honey, we aren't angry with you. We just wanna understand why you and Kimberley did something like this."
"I didn't want to!"
The sheer rore scream from the back of twelve year old boy's throat startled Kathleen. That was a voice full of fear, full of pain, and full of tears.
"How do you mean, you didn't want to?"
"She said she wanted to show me something! Next thing I know my schoolpants were down and she was moving up and down on my thing! Down there!"
Kris turned his back on his mom and cried his young heart out. The fact that he was gonna be a father, that Kimberley was gonna have his kid freaked the living daylights out of him. Kathleen also knew that Kris had never lied to her before. There wasn't a reason why he would start now. He was a very bright, handsome and a clever boy. She and Rory made all the efforts to teach him right from wrong since his birth.
"Kris, are you telling the truth? Was it Kimberley who started all this?"
"Yes, Mommy..." said the voice of a child. A child way too young to be expecting a kid himself. Kathleen sighed and with a determined look on her face, she stood up.
"Eat your food, Kris. I'll bring you some hot chocolate just now, okay?"
With that, she felt the room.
"Kathleen, you're being out of line!"
"No Ruth! Its your horny fourteen year old daughter who couldn't leave her skirt on her body! My son wasn't even interested in doing stuff like that!"
"Are you saying Kimberley seduced a twelve year old boy? Come on..."
"YES! Know why? Because she thought that since he was TWELVE years old he would have sperm in his little balls yet! She thought she could fuck my TWELVE year old son and get away with it! Unfortunately for us all, my son HAD sperm in his little balls and now your darling Kimberley is pregnant! Serves her right!"
"I'll take you to fucking court for that..."
"Do whatever you want, Ruth. You too, Percy. But my son has never lied to me! And I don't see a reason why I shouldn't believe him now. Just remember, Kris, although TWELVE years old, has rights. If you force Kimberley to abort this baby without his knowledge, YOU will end up in court!"
Never in her 31 years of living has Kathleen been SO angry. She stormed out of the house in anger. When she got into her car, she had to force herself to calm down before she drove home. She knew then, that what happened, would forever change young Kris's life. Before all this, he was a healthy, sporty, outgoing little boy. Kathleen closed her eyes in pain, as she realised her little boy wasn't so little afterall. He had gotten Kimberley Mason pregnant on his first time of having sex, at the tender age of twelve. The tears started to drop as she thought back of Kris when he was a toddler, when he went to school. Everything was gonna change now. And not for the better.
FOUR YEARS LATER
"Let's go upstairs, I don't think they heard us..."
"Are you sure, Nikki?"
"Yes, dude, come on!"
Two horny teenagers entered Nikki's bedroom where the latter immediately closed the door and locked it. She then turned around at her boyfriend.
"If you dad catches us here, I'm fucking roasted," Kris said with a sly smile.
"He won't. We just have to be quiet," Nikki said, taking off her clothes. Kris didn't wait either and pulled off his jacket, followed by his t-shirt. These past four years had been kind to Kris, with hours of dedication in the home gym that his father got for him. Nikki was swooning when she saw her boyfriend's six pack abs for the utmost time. She hoped for a better outcome this time than the previous attempts...Kris unfastned his jeans and ripped them off his body, followed by his boxers in quick succession, to leave the sexy 16 year old boy naked and HARD and READY infront of his girlfriend.
"Wow...look how hard is that thing..." Nikki said, reaching forward and taking the 7.5 inch teen cock in her hands. She started to stroke and caress the organ, with Kris making all sorts of inward groans and moans.
"Damn babe, I'm gonna cum on your hands if you keep doing that..." Kris said, looking down at his hard and rock fuckstick.
"Then we better not waste time with foreplay crap and get straight to the main event! Come on, Kris. Fuck me!"
Kris didn't need to be told twice. He walked over to Nikki where her vagina was waiting for him. Just as he was about to slide his dick into her pussy...a thought blasted through his mind. Four years earlier...him being stripped naked by Kimberley Mason...her hands all over his still boyish body...her mouth on his tiny nipples...her mouth moving down to his rock hard boy dick...it disapearing into her mouth...him being thrown backwards onto her bed...Kimberley climbing on top of him before he could say or do anything and sitting on top of his hard thingy...she bounced up and down on it before Kris felt a feeling he NEVER felt before! A feeling like his entire soul was being blasted out of his body through his thingy...
"What the fuck, dude!"
Kris immediately snapped out of it and saw why Nikki was so upset. His cock went from rock hard to as soft as it possibly could be in a matter of seconds.
"Nikki babe..."
"Fuck off, Kris! For real this time! This is the third time in a row this has happened! What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't I turn you on? Is there another girl?"
"FUCK NO! I love you, babe..."
"Then I don't understand it, Kris. Three times we tried to have sex and everytime you fall flat. I've had enough. I'm getting me a boyfriend who can fuck me properly, not some excuse of a boy with a mop for a dick like you!"
When Kris came home later that night, he felt like throwing his house keys through the television. He could scream from frustration. Nikki was right, this wasn't the first time. Two years ago after the whole Kimberley ordeal, he met a girl called Connie, whom he dated for a while. She wanted to blow him, and he was rock hard before, but the moment her lips touched his fourteen year old dick, he went flaccid faster than you could say "Erection". Last year he dated three girls and didn't end up having sex with either one of them, due to the same problem. The moment his dick got to their asses or pussies, he was as flat as David Beckham's singing. Kris couldn't understand it. He loved girls. He loved tits and pussy. But his dick just couldn't do the job.
But what all those girls didn't know, was that his dick HAD performed the job four years ago...well too...and the proof of that was laying asleep in his room. As Kris entered Ronaldo's room he felt all the anger disapearing from his heart, as he looked upon his four year old son, sleeping peacefully. When he was born, Kris's father told him that he could name his "special" little boy just what he wanted, and since Kris was a massive Manchester United supporter, he decided to call his little boy Ronaldo. Just as Kris wanted to place a kiss on his son's forehead, the four year old boy turned around in his sleep and opened his eyes.
"Daddy!" the little boy yelled excitedly and jumped into Kris's arms. Kris held his son close to his chest. The moment that he saw little Ronaldo when he himself was only a mere twelve years old, he fell in love with him. There wasn't anything that Kris wouldn't do for him. He vowed right then and there inside his young heart that he would protect this little boy as long as he could. Back then, it was decided that Kathleen and Rory would tell people that they adopted Ronaldo. No one, not even family or closest friends knew that Ronaldo was actually Kris's son. However, Kris felt that his son should know the truth.
"Hey buddy, did you have fun today with Grandma?"
"Oh yeah! We painted a picture of a spider and Grandpa said mine was better than hers! You wanna see?"
"Not now, pal. Daddy's so tired. You wanna come sleep with me?"
"Alright, cool!"
But long after his son was asleep, Kris still lied wide awake. This "problem" had haunted him now for four years. He only had sex once, and that was with Kimberley. All the other times he couldn't even get his dick up. Seems fucked up shit that a teenager with a four year old son would have a problem getting his dick hard to fuck chicks!
"Oh no, not Nikki aswell! Fuck Kris, what are you doing to all these girls?"
"I dunno, Angel. But the more I think about it, the more I am convinced its something to do with my first time. You know, when I fucked Kimberley?"
Angelina "Angel" Wright, was the only person Kris had ever told of who Ronaldo really was. She was his best girlfriend, and since they had clicked his day one on the seventh grade, he trusted her with his whole being. Angel lived on a farm in Citrusdal, and she had a twin brother. He didn't go to their school, while Angel stayed in the school's hostel, while going home on weekends and holidays.
"It can be, hey! Think back to that day real quick...how did you feel while you guys were fucking?"
"How many times must I tell you? She fucked ME! I just sorta LAYED there!"
"And how did you take the news that she was pregnant?"
"Fuck Angel, I was freaking out. I didn't wanna eat or talk or shit. I was scared out of my mind."
"Mmm...that could be the problem."
"What?"
"You get hard because which 16 year old boy wouldn't when they are gonna have sex. But when you see a pussy, you are mentally taken back to your first time with Kimberley! I think I'm right! Mentally, you are scared of having sex with a girl, because of the trauma you suffered four years ago when she got pregnant!"
"Are you studying shrink or something?"
"Fuck you! Think about it...you wanna fuck a girl, but as soon as there's contact with one, you go soft. What else could it be?"
"Damnit Angel...if you're right, then how the fuck do I fix it?"
"Well since you cannot get your dick hard for girls, maybe you should try fucking boys."
"Yeah...like THAT will EVER happen!" Kris said sarcastically.
"Tell you what...its almost the holidays. Why don't you come and stay with us at the farm for a week or so? You can bring Ronaldo along, oh he'll LOVE it there!"
"Jeez Angel, I dunno..."
"Its settled. You're coming to us for the holidays."
"When did I say yes?"
"I took the decision for you. Come on, Kris, you haven't even met Daniel yet!"
"Its not my fault your twin brother chose not to go to school here!"
"Okay, enough of that. Straight after the exams, my mom will come and fetch us and you can relax and think this "getting hard" problem through on your own time."
"I guess I have no choice then, do I?" Kris said with a sigh, while Angel's smile couldn't have been wider.
Later that night Kris was bathing Ronaldo and enjoying every minute. It was then that Ronaldo suddenly asked the one question which Kris always feared.
"Daddy, why don't I have a mommy?"
"Well buddy you DO have a mommy. She just...lives far away, that's all."
"Oh. Do you love her, Daddy?"
"Ok, its time for you to go to sleep, pal. We'll talk tomorrow. Come on, up you get."
After Ronaldo was dried off and put to bed, Kris read him a story, and after only about 10 minutes, the little boy fell asleep. Kris stood up gently and placed a kiss on his son's forehead.
"I love you, buddy," he said before he switched off the light.
Will I ever be able to have sex with a girl again, he thought. The slightest thought of coming near a girl's pussy frightened him beyond belief. He smiled ruefully as he thought what Angel had said about, if he can't have sex with a girl, he should try with a boy. Kris smiled. Angel had a wicked sence of humor. He suddenly wondered what Angel's brother Daniel was like. They were twins, so they couldn't be that different, could they?
END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! Please mail me if you enjoyed the story!! Send me an e-mail at whiteryan65@gmail.com I always make sure that I reply to each and every one I get!
Ryan White