Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2010 20:41:20 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. Subject: Queer For My Son - Chapter 2 This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered imagination. This story features sex between a father and his willing son. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. I have never participated in, nor do I advocate for, incest or sex with minors. Please practice safe sex at all times. Queer For My Son - Chapter Two The next morning, I awoke a few minutes before 8:00, as was my Saturday morning habit. On weekday mornings, I was up at 5:30, but on weekends, my body seemed to know it was allowed to sleep in. My thoughts immediately turned to the events of the previous night. After Dane and I had shot our loads, I had jumped out of bed and gone into my three-quarters bath. I had no choice but to take a quick shower to wash the cum off my hairy body. I brushed my teeth to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. When I returned to my room, Dane was gone. I looked out my door across the hallway. Dane was already in bed, his light out. I felt very uneasy about what had occurred between my son and me. Somehow this felt very different from our previous jack-off sessions. I thought about the very first time it had happened. It was just a couple of months after Diane's death when Dane had come to me first thing on a Saturday morning, very upset. I had just returned to my teaching job, still stunned at losing my wife, but glad to be back in a routine. I was engaged in the never-ending teacher's task of grading papers when I looked up to find my son, standing in front of me, silently sobbing, his shoulders shaking. I hugged him to me, thinking it was more grief for his mother. However, that wasn't it. He wasn't sure how to tell me, but what I got from him, after he stopped crying, was that he was afraid he had cancer and was going to die too. That was the only explanation for the sticky stuff he had found on his sheets that morning. He knew it had come out of him, and it wasn't urine. It had to be an indication that something was really wrong. I was surprised at how na•ve and uninformed he was. I explained to him that everything was fine. It was just that he was well on his way to becoming a man. "What do you mean, Daddy?" He was still sniffling and trying to wipe his nose with his hand. I passed him a tissue from a nearby box. "You're going through what all guys go through. And girls too. It's called puberty. You've probably noticed some changes in your body. And I'm beginning to hear some differences in your voice. It's starting to get deeper." "What was that stuff on my sheet? It was all gooey and sticky!" "Well, when it first appeared, it was probably really slick. It gets sticky when it starts to dry. It's called semen. It's the stuff you shoot into a girl that makes babies happen." "Why would I shoot it out in my sleep like that?" "Do you remember having a nice dream?" "Uh - yeah, I guess. I was dreaming about Susie Kilpatrick. I dunno what we were doing, but it was making me feel really good." "That's called a wet dream. And feeling good, for lots of men, is what shooting semen, or cum, as it's called, is all about. It's the best feeling in the world." "You mean come, like come to dinner?" I smiled. "No, it's a different word, spelled c-u-m." "Oh. Do you ever have that really good feeling?" "I've had it a lot over the years. I had it the night you were created. I shot my cum into your mother's vagina, it connected with one of her eggs, and nine months later, here was this wonderful little boy." "So that's what happens to make a woman's belly get big." It was like a light bulb went off in his head. "Yes, son, that's exactly it." "How did you get your cum into her?" "Does your penis ever get hard, Dane?" "Yeah. A lot. It's hard every morning when I wake up. And sometimes it gets hard during the day." "Well, it has to be hard in order to go into a woman's vagina. When a man does that with a woman, it's called sexual intercourse." "Is a 'gina the same as a pussy?" "That's a crude term for it, but yes, it is." "I've seen one of those. Mike had some dirty pictures with him one day at school. I thought it was ugly - it had hair all over it. Ewww!" I had to laugh. "That area is called your pubis, and the hair is called pubic hair. Both men and women have it." I grinned broadly at him. "You're not quite old enough to appreciate a girl's puss... er, vagina." He considered this and then said, "You have pubic hair - I've seen it." "Yes, I have lots of it. Men and women also have hair in their armpits, though women in our country usually shave that off." I was wearing a body shirt, so I lifted my arm so he could see. Then I indicated my hairy legs. "We also have hair on our legs. Women usually shave that as well." "You've got hair on your chest." "Yes, the majority of men have at least a little bit of hair on their chests." Dane sat silent for a minute. Then he said, "Daddy - could you make sure everything is OK down there?" "Sure, son." I hadn't seen him naked in several months. He bathed himself and was actually quite modest. But he was looking for peace of mind. I was happy to accommodate him. He was wearing his pajamas. "Just go ahead and slip off your pants." He looked at me and then looked down. "OK, Daddy." He stood up and pulled his pants down. His shirttail hung down, covering up his privates. "You'll have to take your top off, too." Dane pulled it off and stood before me naked. He was the picture of a boy in glowing good health. When I looked at his beautifully shaped uncut young penis, I was surprised to see that he had a few curly hairs at the base of it. "You're getting some pubic hair - take a look." "Yeah, I guess I knew that." He seemed embarrassed. "Son, it's completely normal. Your penis is beautiful. I'm no doctor, but to me, it looks exactly like it should. You are a healthy, beautiful boy." He blushed and then sat down again without putting his clothes back on. I put my arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze for reassurance, thinking we were done. However, he wasn't quite finished. His next question threw me for a loop. "Daddy, is there anything I can do to keep that stuff from shooting out when I'm asleep?" I wasn't sure what to tell him. I thought for a minute and decided not to keep him in the dark. "Um - well, the semen is stored in your testicles. These things." I pointed to his scrotum and lightly nudged his left nut. "Oh - you mean my balls." "Yes, your balls. There is something you can to do to keep them drained. It's called masturbation." "Masturbation. You mean jacking off!" "Yep, that's it. You're familiar with it?" "I've heard kids talking about it, but I didn't know what it meant. And I don't know how to do it." I looked at him, suddenly feeling just a bit light-headed. "You want me to show you?" "Would you, Daddy?" I couldn't believe we were having this discussion. But I immediately felt I'd rather he get the information from me than from one of his classmates. "I'll have to get naked, too. Are you OK with that?" "Sure, Daddy! You remember how we used to take baths together. I always liked that!" "OK, son. Give me just a minute." I stood up and pulled off my shirt and shorts. My dick was already chubbing up inside my Fruit-of-the-Looms. "Are you ready?" "Yeah!" I tugged my briefs down and pulled them off over my feet. Dane looked wide-eyed at my adult-sized cock. "Daddy - it's so big!" Almost without thinking, he reached out and explored it with his fingertips. "Your balls are huge, too! You must have a lot of cum in them!" "Yeah, it's been a while since I jacked off. OK, buddy, we're going to do this together. Let's go to my room." We had been talking in the den, seated on the sofa. I took his hand and we walked naked to my bedroom. "Let's get comfortable on my bed." We both climbed on. I propped up a pillow behind me and leaned on it against the wall. After Diane's death, I had gotten rid of the bed set we had slept in together. It held too many memories. I had not yet replaced it with the bed set that include the padded headboard I had later. Dane imitated me. Then he asked, "What do we do first, Daddy? This is gonna be fun!" "Now how would you know that, young man? You're right, though - it's fun, all right. It'll probably become your new hobby! First, we have to get hard." "How do we do that?" "Just grab onto it, like this." I took hold of my cock, which was well on its way to a full erection, and grasped it. "Go ahead - grab onto yours." Dane looked like his dick was going to bite him. He cautiously encircled it with his hand and hefted it. "Like that, Daddy?" "That will do nicely. Now just stroke it. Like this." I moved my hand up and down, my foreskin covering and uncovering my cockhead. In just seconds, my cock was ready to rock and roll. "Daddy! It's huge! Can I touch it?" Before I could react, he reached out and grabbed my cockhead roughly. I groaned loudly. "Son! Careful! You have to be gentle with it!" "Oh, sorry, Daddy." He relaxed his grip. "Is that better?" "Yes, it is, but I think the idea is for you to learn to do this for yourself." I removed his hand from my cock and replaced it on his own. "But I want to feel your balls!" "OK, I guess." I gasped as his small hand cupped my full-to-overflowing nuts. "They're so warm!" From there, my son's hands were all over the place. Then he stroked up and down my cock and felt up my pubic bush. From there, he rubbed my stomach and made his way up to my pecs. Then he stroked my chin, feeling my beard stubble. His hand fell to my nipple which he started rubbing and pinching lightly. I was surprised at the sensation. "I love the hair on your chest! You think I'll have hair like that?" "I can almost guarantee it, son." Unbeknownst to him, his cock had stiffened to a very impressive five and a half inches. I couldn't resist reaching over and giving it a squeeze. "You're bigger than I was when I was at your age!" "Really? Is that good?" "Most men would say so. OK, boy, let's get to jacking." With that, he stopped playing with my nipple and returned his hand to his dick. He proved to be a natural. In moments, he was stroking his cock like he had been doing it for years. "That's right - you're doing great! Come here." I held out my left arm, and he moved up against me, his head on my shoulder. He switched to his right hand on his cock and started to rub my chest again with his left hand. Then he put his hand over mine as I stroked my cock. He seemed fascinated with my foreskin. While he explored my balls once again, my left hand was stroking his young chest. His small nipples became hard and pointed. He was stroking away, tensing and relaxing his legs. Suddenly he gasped. "Daddy! What's happening? I feel like I have to pee!" "Just go with it, son! You're about to cum!" Before I even had the words out, thin, milky fluid was shooting from his cockhead. It was a small amount, but enough to puddle in his navel. "That's it, boy! Shoot that load!" He was gasping and moaning, jerking wildly. "Daddy! Oh, wow!" He sagged against me, overwhelmed by his first waking orgasm. I was totally jazzed by watching my young son cum. I was pounding my cock for all it was worth. Almost instinctively, he was rolling my balls with his left hand. "You gonna shoot your load, Daddy? Do it, Daddy!" Nothing could have stopped me. I shot the biggest load of my life up to that point. The first spurt flew over my head and splashed against the wall. Then cum flew all over my stomach and chest. Dane shouted and cheered. "Way to go, Daddy! Wow, you could make a lot of babies with that!" He threw himself on top of me, kissing my cheek. "I love you, Daddy! You're the best!" I held him to me, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the slickness between us and his softening cock against my stomach. And that was the first time we did it together. Notably, at least to me, there had been very little touching between us since then. But like clockwork, we jacked off together at least once a month. It would seem like it was time, and we'd just do it, usually on my bed late on a Friday night, provided he didn't have a hot date. I thoroughly enjoyed these times. In fact, truth be known, it was about the only sex life with another person I had. I fantasized about women, looked at them on the Internet, and was like every other guy when I saw a hot babe on the street. But I couldn't bring myself to get out there in the dating world. Losing Diane still hurt too much. I loved watching the changes in Dane's body as he got older. I was blown away when hair started to spread across his chest and stomach when he was 15. He seemed awfully young to be getting so hairy, but his doctor said it was normal for some boys. His cock grew steadily, adding inches and thickness. He seemed to enjoy looking at mine, though he never touched it. When I was ready to blow, he'd get his face where he could watch close up and grin broadly as my cum spewed forth. I jacked off at other times, but my orgasms were never so intense as they were with him. He was very comfortable about jacking off with me in close proximity. I had watched him shoot many loads. He learned about the practice known as edging from one of his friends. He could do that all afternoon until he finally bathed himself with cum. We were both relaxed about nudity around the house. I guess that's what led to the fucking in the open. He started to do that when he had just turned 16 and his driver's license with an old Ford Taurus to drive. He seemed able to gain the trust of young girls and to convince them it was cool to come to his house for sex. First there was Mary Beth, then Kimberly, then Angie, and now Amanda as well as a few others along the way. My door was always closed when he brought them in, or I was somewhere else in the house. Sometimes I was gone shopping or at a meeting of some kind and would come home to find him hard at it, so to speak. Most of the time, I made it a point not to linger in the hallway, not wishing to frighten off his young prizes. Only occasionally would I want to see him in action. It made me proud to have such a stud for a son. Now I was lying in my bed reflecting on how twisted all of this was. I tried to think what had led to it. How could I have let it get to this point? What kind of lifestyle was it ultimately going to lead to for him? What kind of morality, or lack thereof, had I let my son sink into? And what was going to happen with our jack-off sessions? Was I eventually going to lose control and do something that I would regret horribly? I was certifiably heterosexual. I had only a vague, unsettling idea of what two men could do together. And yet my unresolved attraction to my boy seemed more compelling all the time. And I was definitely getting mixed signals from him. Then it occurred to me that in just a few months, he would be gone out of the house. He had already made a reservation to live in a dormitory at Arizona State that was given over to athletes. He was also thinking about pledging a fraternity. That would give him another housing option. This was the first time I had really thought about this, and it made me sad. I knew I would miss him terribly. But I firmly believed he needed to get on with his life. The first step towards that would be for him to live away from home. I had no doubt he would thrive in the college environment, but I had to admit I felt nothing but despair when I thought about life without him here with me every day. I found comfort in the knowledge it was a quick trip down the freeway from Tempe to Chandler. I was deep in my thoughts when I heard a light rap on my door and looked over to see it open. Dane peered around the doorsill, looking concerned. "Dad, are you ever going to get up? Don't you have a stack of papers to grade? Are we still going to the Y this afternoon? The men's wrestling club is meeting there today, right?" He was standing there in all his naked glory. Just the sheer strength and beauty of him caused me to catch my breath. I quickly recovered and said, "Yes to all of the above. Let me pee and throw on some clothes. I'll be right with you." He smiled and said, "Don't worry about the clothes, dude. You know I like you naked! Hurry up. Coffee is ready, and I'm making French toast for breakfast." He turned away, his furry butt disappearing into the hallway.