Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2000 21:12:49 EST
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Tales of a Young Man

If you are under the age of 18 you should not be looking at these stories.
If you do happen to proceed down the page by accident I can't do a thing
about it.  Consider yourself forewarned.  So there.

This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of
shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then doesn't
bother reading any further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on
with mine.  Thanks for your expected cooperation.

NOTE: Some of these tales I write about are true events and some are
fictional.  I'll let you decide which are which.  Parts of the beginning
are true but where the fiction begins is up to you to decide.  You can
check out some of my other stories if you like this one.  They are A Rich
Tale, Memories of Years Past, Evolution of a Friendship and Mall Mens Room.
They can be found under Adult/Youth, Beginnings and Athletics sections of
Nifty gay.  - CoachDad4yngr@aol.com

P.S. - An interested correspondent approached me about the possibility of
writing father/son tale for him and any other interested parties out there.
So this is dedicated to him.  I'm using the same characters from my last
story, Mall Mens Room and different stories will be told from different
characters perspective.  I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to
contact me with your responses.


Tales of a Young Man


     What am I doing?  Why am I doing this?  What is driving me to take
this chance.  Was I right about my son?  Had I read his signals correctly?
Would I hate myself afterwards?

     These questions were ringing through my mind as I made my way through
the dark hallways of the house.  My heart was racing at a prophetic rate as
each step I took edged me closer to the my destination.  My palms were
sweaty and my I felt like I was going through an out of body experience.
My hands were shaking as I stopped and reached out for the knob of the
door.  There it was, my son's bedroom.  I knew that once that doorknob
turned and the door opened, I had reached the point of no return.

     It had all started so innocently.  A few years ago my son had gone
through the usual early trauma of pubescence, so as a good father I took
him aside and we talked about the facts of life.  He was the typically
inquistive 12 year old.  We had always been fairly open within the family
structure about discussing sex and the human body.  My father had been the
same way with me.  But, after the discussion with son, we became very close
in the respect that he would come to me with all sorts of questions.

     Shortly after our initial discussions, my son wanted to know more
about masturbation due to the incessant hardons he would develop in a
matter of course for all teenage and near teenage boys.  Although I
explained it as fully as I could, Terry was still somewhat confused.  So,
one day I decided to give him an actual demonstration of what young men go
through.  He was so insistent that I felt I had no choice.

     One weekend, Terry and I were left alone in the house as the rest of
the family was gone for the day.  I had explained to my wife that it was
important that Terry and I needed to spend some quality father/son time
together.  She thought that was a great idea, so my son and I had the run
of the house for the day.

     I started out be recapping some of the things we had talked about
previously and then I picked up the rest from there.  I took him into his
bedroom and I brought a towel, lotion and a condom with me.  I have to
admit I was a bit nervous because, although we had been naked around each
other, we hadn't done so in the this type of situation.  And, I knew that
he was going to be exposed to some possibly embarrassing positions as this
talk progressed.

     We sat down on his bed and I turned to look straight into his eyes.  I
was so proud of my son.  He was a handsome youngster and athletic as well.
We were so close emotionally and this was about to be another step in our
bonding.  I told him straight out that if at any point he was uncomfortable
with what we talking about or doing, he should tell me right away.

     I was dressed very casually in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt as
was Terry.  This was typical of our dress around home as we live in a warm
weather climate and like to be comfortable at home.  I told Terry to take
off his shirt and then we'd continue.  He eagerly tossed his shirt to the
head of the bed and I glanced at his slender and smooth chest knowing that
he was just beginning to sprout the initial pubic hairs on his way to
manhood.  I was sort of curious to see just how big he would be hard,
already knowing that he still maintained that smallish boy tool of
prepubescence.

     I glanced downward to his crotch and could tell he had the beginning
of yet another hardon and it seemed to grow a bit at a time as I started
explaining more about masturbation and just how to please himself.  His
breathing became a bit sporadic as mine did just slightly as I laid my hand
on his bare upper leg while I spoke lovingly and matter of factly to my
boy.

     I asked him if he wanted to try what I was explaining to him and he
said yes.  I reached for the waistband of his shorts to help him take them
off and he seemed somewhat tentative, probably because of his embarrassment
to be revealing to his father what was happening while I was talking about
sexual matters.  I grasped the elastic waist on the sides and Terry picked
his hips up slightly from the bed as I pulled the nylon material down over
his hips.  As my hands made their way down a bit more I could feel his
silky skin and suddenly his boyish rod popped free as his skin turned a bit
red.

     I got off the bed and stepped in front of him as he lifted his legs
and I slid the shorts completely off of him.  I glanced with adoration at
his lithe body sitting in all his glory in front of me.  He turned his eyes
away but his attention quickly would turn in another direction.  I sat down
again with my hand resting on his leg and spoke softly to him.  He looked
up at me as I talked and I began to edge my fingers along his upper thigh
to his hip.  The talk was to distract him and allow me to maneuver freely
and hopefully relax him a bit more.

     I slid my digits across to the top of his groin and felt the satiny
area along with the handful of hairs which had begun to spring forth.  I
slowly moved my hand to the base of now fully hard piece of boy meat.  My
fingers slid across the length of it as it twitched and jumped as if
functioning independently.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that my boy
had a healthy length of nearly five inches already.

     Terry had this look of elation and surprise as he was fully aware of
what I was doing to him.  I kept up my explanations of what was going on,
but he seemed lost in his own little world.  I told him that he should use
some sort of lotion to ease the friction of his hand and I reached with my
free hand for the pump bottle I had placed beside of us.  Momentarily I had
to remove my active hand from its actions on my son and I pumped some of
the cool lotion into my palm and then rubbed my hands together to warm the
solution.

     Once again I placed my hand upon his pole and the combination of his
virgin rod and the lotion made it feel like so slippery and even smoother
than before.  He jumped a bit as my hand slid so easily and quickly at this
point and his head rocked back a bit.  He was resting back on his arms and
they almost collapsed beneath him as I worked the length of his shaft with
tenderness, firmness and love.

     For several minutes I continued an average pace and if I thought he
was about to release his load, I would ease off a bit and move on with my
explanations.  I finished telling him that when he reached the point of
orgasm he was going to feel the most amazing sensation he'd ever
experienced, and when he felt that coming on he should just let it go and
enjoy it.

     Now that I felt I'd told him enough, it was time to allow my son to
feel what so many boys had gone through.  He had told me that he'd never
shot a load before, so I wanted this to be very special for him.  It didn't
matter what I was saying now as his eyes had closed and he then laid back
flat on the bed as I quickened my pace on his beautiful piece.

     His breathing became very rapid and he started to whimper slightly and
I started stroking him faster and faster, harder and harder and teasing the
head with my thumb as I reached the top each time.  That's when the
unexpected occurred as his mouth opened and he uttered his first words in
quite a long time.

     "Oh, dad!  Yes!!  Oh, daddy!!"

     This excited me as I knew he was ready and I yanked on his young dick
and pounded him right to the edge of his ecstasy.  His hips raised up over
and over, thrusting his cock into my large adult hand harder and faster.  I
felt his dick thicken a bit more and I knew it was time.  I kept pumping
faster and then it happened.

     The first explosion came forth from his still tiny boy sack as it shot
upward and all over his chest and stomach.  The next shot seemed aimless as
it spurted wildly and a bit splattered on my hand and arm.  One shot after
another erupted as my son moaned and his releases went in all directions.
I didn't think it would ever stop as kept pumping away.

     At last the ultimate in physical joy ceased for him I could see his
chest and face begin to relax a bit, but I continued to milk his tool and
squeeze it a bit to allow the remainder of his young load to make its way
out.  Slowly my boys eyes opened a bit and he looked right at me.  I was
smiling at him with a fathers love and he smiled back with a boys caring
for his dad.

     That was how it all began just four short years ago.  Throught that
time he had come to me on occasion and wanted to know if we could
masturbate together.  At first I was very reluctant, but as time went on we
enjoyed talking about life and sex and would look at "dirty magazines" I
owned and enjoy our father/son time together.

     Masturbation was as far was it would go and he seemed satisfied with
that.  In fact, we never masturbated each other, we stuck to your
self-gratification.  We eventually would look at sites on the computer and
my boy would ask even more questions as we looked at pictures and stories
together.  We would look at straight sites, gay sites and bisexuals as
well.  I'd had some experience with circle jerks and the such in high
school and college and didn't mind looking at all sorts of sites and
reading the stories as well.  I enjoyed the fact my son and I could be so
open with each other and share our inner feelings.

     But, in recent months my mind for some unknown reason had headed in
another direction.  It seemed that when Terry and I got together he
appeared more turned on than normal during our sessions.  And now something
was happening that was beyond my comprehension.  Something that excited me
beyond all reason.

     My hand closed slowly around the cool doorknob and it turned freely as
I gently pushed the door open.  I had reached that point of no return.



I hope you enjoyed what could be the first installment of this story.
Please feel free to send your comments and I will consider expanding on
this tale for all the "fathers and sons" out there.

CoachDad4yngr@aol.com