Training Day

by tim

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Training Day - by tim

Chapter 3

Greg awoke the next morning and laid with his eyes closed as he thought to himself, "God, my left hand feels good on my cock this morning". Then he realized that his left hand was also stroking the side of his face.

Greg shouted, "What the heck is going on?"

Shane peeked out from under the covers and said, "My! You do wake up grumpy, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," said Greg "I guess I'm just not use to waking up to being masturbated by my 14 year old son!"

Shane looked at Greg with a dejected look on his face. Then he asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you like it? Or is it, you didn't like me doing it?"

Greg didn't want to hurt the boy's feelings, but he wanted to let Shane know where he stood. Greg said, "Shane, I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I love you, and I love how it feels when I'm being jacked-off, I just don't know if it's a good idea to combine the two. I certainly don't want you to do it, thinking that you have to because I took you in as my son."

"That's not why I was doing it dad." said Shane. "I was doing it because I've wanted to ever since I knocked you down on the train. I wanted to see how you felt in my hand, and make you feel good in the process."

"You don't have to do that for me though Shane." said Greg. "It could even cause us problems down the line."

"Why?" asked Shane. "You're not going to go around blabbing about it are you? I know I wouldn't do that! I really wanted to experience that with you once, before we become too official to have fun like that."

"Are you sure you just wanted to do it once?" asked Greg.

Shane got a devilish gleam in his eye and said, "Sure dad, one time only. I swear I won't bring it up again. I just want us to be close in that way one time."

Greg thought to himself, "Great way to stand up for yourself Greg." Then Greg said, "Okay Shane, one time only. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Well," said Shane "what I was doing before was nice. Maybe it would be even better if you would feel mine too."

"I don't know." said Greg. "I thought this was about what you wanted to do?"

Shane pleaded, "Come on. You can't tell me you weren't a little turned on in the doctor's office yesterday!"

"No, I wasn't a little turned on." said Greg. "I was quite a bit turned on. All right Shane, I'll go along with you."

Shane said, "Great! Let me turn around so we can get at each other better." Shane turned around into a '69' position and took hold of Greg's stiff cock. While Shane was slowly stroking Greg, Greg was faced with Shane's beautiful, uncut penis. Greg gently took hold of the boy's cock and began pulling the skin back past the head. He was mesmerized by Shane's foreskin. After pulling the skin back one time, Greg placed his thumb against the head and rolled Shane's foreskin over his thumb. He could not believe the feelings it produced for him.

Shane was busy working on Greg's cock when he decided to see what he could get away with. He placed his lips up against the head of Greg's cock, and when Greg did not fight it Shane took the cock all the way into his mouth. When Greg felt Shane's mouth come in contact with his cock, he lost all control of the situation. Suddenly the uncut cock that Greg was slowly stroking began to lure him.

When Shane felt his cock being engulfed by Greg's mouth, he almost orgasmed on the spot. This was the kind of thing Shane had learned to enjoy from his older friends back home, and what he wanted to share with Greg. Both guys were now so wrapped up in pleasuring each other, that nothing else mattered now. They were both frantically trying to orgasm, while bringing the other to climax at the same time.

The stroking of his young cock, plus the friction between the two bodies brought Shane to orgasm first. Greg hungrily drank from his boy's cock, and could no longer hold back his own climax. His cum shot into Shane's waiting mouth, but Shane gagged at first, not being use to the taste of an adult's semen.

This immediately snapped Greg back to reality as he cried, "I'm so sorry, my son. I couldn't stop myself, and it's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt you, please don't hate me!" Greg then began to sob like a child.

Shane recovered quickly and turned around in the bed, so he could hold onto Greg. Then Shane replied, "You didn't hurt me dad. Adult cum seems to be a little more bitter than a teenager's, and I wasn't prepared for it. How could I possibly hate you for showing me more love and affection than my real dad ever could?"

Both guys hugged and cried while they came down from their overwhelming emotions. Feeling each other's bodies pressed against one another brought even more pleasure, and certainly more joy, than the sex had.

After Greg had regained his normal voice he asked, "Do you really feel the way you said you did?"

"If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said it." replied Shane. "You are more like a dad to me than anyone has ever been. I'm glad I know you a little more intimately now, and I'd never take back what we just did!"

Greg kissed his new son gently on the forehead and said, "I'm proud to have you as my son. Now, let's get cleaned up and ready for the day. We have a busy day ahead of us."

Greg and Shane took turn showering, and then had breakfast. After breakfast they discussed how Shane wanted his room to look. He thought about it while enjoying his first smoke of the morning, and decided he wanted his room to look like a compartment on board a spaceship. Greg scratched his head at that one and told Shane he would see what they could do.

They spent the morning scouring furniture shops all over town, looking for furniture that might fit into an outer space motif. The morning was also filled with joking, and the sound of laughter. After a whole morning of searching, they were about to give up on Shane's idea. Then they stumbled across a small, avant guarde furniture shop, where they discovered the perfect furnishings for Shane's room.

Once in the car, they were so elated about their discovery that Greg asked, "Have you given any more thought to the piercing you wanted?"

Shane gave Greg a sly look and replied, "I would love to do it, if you don't really mind."

Greg chuckled and said, "It's your body Shane. You should decorate it as you see fit. One thing though, I'm not a huge fan of facial piercing, except for the ears of course."

Shane sincerely replied, "That's okay. I'm so beautiful, I don't see any need to accessorize my face."

Greg laughed loudly and said, "You certainly got that right son!" He then playfully rubbed the top of Shane's head.

The two walked into a clean looking tattoo and piercing parlor, where they were met by a very friendly clerk. The clerk asked, "What may I do for you two fine gentlemen today?"

Greg said, "It's not for me, it's for my son. He would like a piercing."

The clerk looked Shane over and said, "You already have your ear pierced. What could you possibly want pierced today. Please don't tell me it's your face. You have such delicate, boyish features that I'm afraid a facial piercing would detract from your charm."

Shane looked a little shy as he said, "No, it's not my face. I want to have my nipples pierced." Shane blushed slightly as he said that.

"Oh goody!" exclaimed the clerk. "Nipples would fit you perfectly." He then led Shane and Greg into the piercing studio. "Okay," continued the clerk "what would you prefer, hoops, partial hoops, or bars?"

Shane was beginning to relax as he replied, "I was thinking of a pair of small gold hoops."

"Okay." said the clerk. "Take off your shirt and lets see what we have." The clerk briefly studied Shane's torso. "Oh yeah, I think gold hoops would be fantastic on you."

Shane tried to relax more as he was sitting in the chair, while the clerk readied his supplies.

"Okay." said the clerk. "Just keep relaxed and this won't take long at all."

The clerk studied Shane's nipples to select the best spot, then he applied the clamp to Shane's right nipple. Shane felt an incredible pressure on his nipple as the clamp snapped into place, but after a few seconds it began to ease up. Shane and Greg looked on in interest as the clerk shoved the large bore needle through Shane's nipple. Amazingly it did not hurt too much at all. As the needle started through, the clerk released the clamp and worked it off over the needle. As the needle was almost all the way through, the clerk followed it very closely with the first ring. Once the ring was snapped closed, the clerk repeated the process on the other nipple.

Once both rings were in place the clerk wiped the nipples with an antiseptic then said, "Okay we're finished here you brave, young man. Just make sure you wipe the nipples with this antiseptic several times a day. That will reduce the risk of infection, especially if anyone in your house or any of your friends smoke. Also the nipples may be sore for a little while, that's normal. If it becomes painful though, have it checked by your doctor. Finally, do not remove the rings for six to eight weeks unless the nipples become infected, and you decide you no longer want the rings."

As Greg and Shane left the parlor, Shane felt the sensation of the rings were at least ten times more intense than when he had his ear pierced. This made the boy smile all the way home.

As soon as Greg and Shane made it home, Greg called a friend of his who was an interior designer. He agreed to come over later and see what Shane and Greg had in mind for Shane's room. As soon as Greg hung up, the furniture movers arrived. Greg shook his head and chuckled as Shane watched the young men carry furniture from the truck to the house. Every once in a while Shane would reach up and brush one of his nipple rings.

Later that evening Greg's lawyer dropped by. It was now the moment Shane and Greg had dreaded, it was time to call Shane's parents. Greg set the phone to speakerphone and dialed Shane's number.

On the third ring the phone was answered by a gruff voice. "Phil Hopkins here. Whatever it is, we ain't buying."

"Mr. Hopkins, my name is Greg Holt." said Greg. "I'm calling you about your son Shane."

"Listen mister," said Phil "whatever he's done now ain't my problem. That little faggot don't live here anymore, and if he comes back I'll have him arrested for stealing one thousand dollars from me!"

"Sir, I don't think that's a very good idea right now." said Greg.

"Who the hell are you?" shouted Phil. "If you know where that little cocksucker is, I want to know! He's gonna pay for stealing from me."

"Sir, you need to calm down." said Greg. "I have someone here who has something to say to you."

"Hi daddy!" said Shane facetiously. "Do you want to know what I've been up to?"

"Shane!" exclaimed Phil. "Why don't you come home and take what's coming to you like a man, instead of dragging other people into this."

"Like I did the other day, daddy?" asked Shane. "I don't think so dad. Why don't I just tell you what I've been doing instead? Let's see, I've had pictures taken of my bruised body. Oh yeah, and I went to a doctor where I had a sample of your sperm removed from my rectum. You know what dad? I'd like nothing more than to go to the cops and have you put in prison for the rest of your worthless life!"

"Mr. Hopkins?" said the lawyer. "I'm Mr. Holt's lawyer, Peter Jenkins. I just want to assure you that all this evidence has been documented, in case it needs to be turned over to the authorities."

"What do you people want?" asked a defeated Phil. "And what about the money Shane stole from me?"

"That's more like it." said Greg. "If the money is that important to you, I'll have my bank wire it to you as soon as my conditions are met. What I want is for you to sign some papers for me. I want you to sign away your rights to Shane and then sign an authorization for me to be Shane's permanent guardian. I also want you to sign an approval for me to adopt Shane should that be in his best interests."

"You don't want much do you?" asked Phil. "I'll have to talk this over with my wife."

"I think I'm being quite fair under the circumstances." said Greg. "And you better do more than just talk to your wife. I'm prepared to turn this whole thing over to the authorities if you don't co-operate, and then try to gain custody of Shane through the state." Greg knew he was bluffing Mr. Hopkins now, but felt he had no other choice.

"Okay, you win." said Phil. "If you think he's worth that much trouble, you can keep him."

"Okay, deal." said Greg. "I'll have the papers delivered 'return paid' by United Express as soon as possible. Thank you for your co-operation Mr. Hopkins."

As soon as the phone was hung up Greg and Shane grabbed their arms around each other and shouted for joy. Peter congratulated the new father and son couple.

Well folks, that's chapter three. Remember, you can e-mail me at: