Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 09:53:29 -0800
From: Miles <iwalked7miles@aol.com>
Subject: Emailing: A Father's Challenge

Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation.  It is a product of my
storytelling imagination.  I hope you enjoy it.  Comments can be sent to
iwalked7miles@aol.com .

It's been a few years now.  I'm looking back to how it all started, and am
wondering how many fathers would be alright in my situation, or at least
would have had the courage for a one time experience.  I felt a great tug
at my heart at the time.  There wasn't right or wrong.  In this big, ugly,
beautiful world, I faced a moment that didn't fit in with rhyme or reason,
just or unjust, 'should I' or 'shouldn't I?'

I had short notice to reason with myself over an unexpected situation.
Being a father, bringing a life into this world and raising that living
being that is a part of me...well, when this kid was born, the first thing
that came to mind was that I would show him everything that was great about
being alive.  At the moment of his birth, I did think and believe that, and
even said it out loud in a whisper when I held him for the first time.
That belief never abandoned me.  When my first kid was born, I wanted him
to know I had nothing, absolutely nothing to hide from him.

What I didn't know and couldn't know, was that he would also have a lot to
teach me with his strength, his needs, his education and his curiosities.
My first born really took me through the ropes.  I had to show him that I
was satisfied and proud with myself.  It was a challenge that started when
my son Lucas was fourteen years old...

THE PAST

Since we bought the cabin, it had become a custom for myself to spend three
or four days there during late summer to stock up firewood, do any repairs
needed to the cabin, and make sure everything would be comfortable for our
family to escape to from our winter home further inland.  This particular
year, my wife Kyra suggested that I take our son Lucas along with me since
he was getting older and so I wouldn't be alone.  It was a great idea.  We
had two younger children who made a lot of complaints about them not being
able to go, but it was settled easily enough.  I would leave behind for a
few days two sulking kids, but in their youth, they'd soon be over it.  Me
and Lucas were on our way.

Lucas and I were a typical son and father.  We enjoyed all the usual
experiences in life as he grew up.  Well...perhaps there was a difference
back when he was eleven years old.  What was about to happen stemmed from
this.  At least, hearing it from him, I believe that.  I'll explain as
events currently escalate.  On the four hour ride to the cabin, we had the
radio on to his liking, we chortled back and forth about many topics,
including school and his friends, and I made the best of making him enjoy
the car trip.

My name is Jack, by the way.  Because of the following events, I'll give
more of a description of myself.  I'm five feet, eleven inches tall, fair
skinned during winter and tanned durring the sun months; I'm pretty
hairy...legs, stomach, chest, pubic, forearms.  My hair color is dark
brown.  I sport short cropped head hair, half sideburns and a trimmed
goatee.  My eyes are dark brown as well.  I normally wouldn't describe
myself in this way, the way that I am, but I'm doing so because of the way
my son sees me visually.

Lucas...he's the spitting image of me when I was his age.  I'm thinking
that when he saw pictures of myself at his age, it enhanced the bond
between us.  At the age of fourteen, he had golden peach fuzz hair
sprouting on his legs that will eventually darken to brown.  That was
something I could visually notice as his dad.  I knew he was going to look
very similar to me as he got older.  Point being, I must have been thinking
a lot about myself when I made him that night making love to Kyra.

When we arrived at the cabin, Lucas was relieved and ready to have fun.  I,
on the other hand, knew I had obligations.  Yet, for the first time in
eight years, I didn't have anyone with me to do what I was here to do.  I
had to carry out responsibilities around what my son had in mind for a fun
weekend.

Being late summer didn't matter where our cabin was.  It was warm here.  We
both arrived in shorts and tee-shirts.  Opening up the cabin was a 1-2-3
easy step.  I had driven our truck packed with wood that needed to be
chopped down to a size for the fireplace.  After looking around, chopping
the wood was the only priority I had.  It was early afternoon, a beautiful
day, and we were going to be here for four days.

The canbin is in a fairly remote area, surrounded by thick grown woods, and
there was a long path to the lake near by.  The back yard is not large but
not small.  There's a wood shed in the right far corner, two picnic tables,
two rope swings hung from a large oak tree to the left.  I fell in love
with it the moment I saw it all.  The only thing I wanted changed was to
somehow add a back door to the cabin so we didn't have to go out front and
around it.  The nearest other cabin is perhaps about two and a half miles
away.  I walked these woods many times.

I backed the pick-up truck as far as I dared into the back yard, not
wanting to ruin the grass.  I asked Lucas to help me move the large pieces
over to the shed area where I would do the splitting.  We ate a quick lunch
inside after unpacking our food and things, then I told him he could do
whatever he wanted while I was splitting the wood.

In the back yard, I removed my muscle shirt and started my task.  I was
into it about twenty minutes when I saw my son come around the corner and
sit on the nearest picnic table.  "I hope you brought enough entertainment,
son," I said with a hefty swing of the axe.

"I'm alright," He replied.

He watched me work for several minutes.  It didn't bother me, I enjoy my
kids' attention.  Yet I was wondering 'the why he was watching me.'  "Are
you bored already?"  I asked.  He smiled and shook his head.  I chuckled.
"Is my chopping wood that interesting?"

Lucas was often a reserved boy.  Not shy, he holds back from participation
of many things.  I wasn't like that when I was a boy, and I'm not now.  I'm
pretty up front with my family.  I looked again at Lucas and he appeared to
be in heavy thought.  "Something on your mind?"

"I guess," he said hesitantly.  "I was just thinking about something you
said to me."

"And when did I say this something to you?"

"When I was eleven," He blushed a bit but continued.  "Do you remember when
you talked to me about...masturbation."

That seemed so long ago, I thought.  It was a father/son talk I enjoyed
participating in.  Back then, I knew he was going to go through body
changes and thought processes.  By talking to him, I wanted him to be
comfortable with all that changing coming his way.  "I remember," I nodded,
still splitting wood.  "What about it?  If you have questions don't be
afraid to ask."

He shrugged.  "You know what I think sometimes?"  I shook my head.  "I
remember you saying that all boys do it eventually, but the more I think
about it..."

His pause caused me to be curious.  "I'm sure you've started jacking off,"
I said assumingly, unafraid to get away from politically correct terms.

Lucas nodded.  "My first time was actually when I was twelve," He glanced
around the yard, not looking at anything in particular.  "Is it just a boy
thing, dad?"

I stopped swinging the axe to give him better attention.  "No, son.  You do
it through out your entire life," and I added without hesitation, "I still
do it."

"That's just it," He blurted out, "it's...it's hard to believe that you do
something like that.  That's what I wonder sometimes, especially after I've
just done it."

I grinned and stepped over to the table.  "You don't believe I jack off?"
He shook his head.  It hit me here that I was in a peculiar situation and
one I would never have guessed would happen.  But I was this kid's father
and I couldn't be shy about anything I do that is alright for him to do.
"Well I do, Lucas.  And I enjoy it."

Thoughtfully, he asked, "But don't adults have sex?  You and mom?  Jerking
off doesn't seem to be sex to me."

I sat next to him on the table top.  "There is sex, yes.  Beating off is
different.  I'm sure you know the feeling of horniness?  Getting hardons
that require attention."

"Yes.  Very much," He grinned.  "I beat off quite a bit."

"And you will, which is why I put a lock on your bedroom door, so that no
one can barge in on you when you're doing it."

"I still don't believe you do it.  I mean, I can't picture you doing
something like that."

Picturing me doing it?  I thought.  It was humorous to me that my son would
try and picture such a thing, and I had no negative feelings that he might
do so.  It was my turn to glance around the yard as I said, "Perhaps back
when we talked I should have shared a demonstration for you."  He looked
surprised.  "Son, I'm not afraid of you knowing I jack off.  You took our
talk very well.  I thought you'd get shy or not want to discuss such
things, but you didn't.  You showed interest like you usually do when we
talk."

"That would have been cool," He grinned, "I mean if you showed me.  I guess
dads don't do those kinds of things."

"True," I replied, pausing in thought.  "I actually didn't think to do it,
to tell you the truth.  Then again, I'm just now finding out you don't
believe I still do it."

"It seems foolish, I know," He replied, "it's just one of those wonders,
and you always told me to be up front and comfortable with you, which I
am."

"Are you asking me to prove it, Lucas?" I asked point blank.  "I don't
know."

"I will if you want," I offered.  "Something like this is pretty much a
private thing in a guy's life," I wanted to word this all as correctly as I
could in an unexpected encounter.  "I wouldn't let just anyone see me doing
it.  Not even your mom."  "She doesn't know you beat off?"

"I don't think so," I smiled.  "You're my son, Lucas.  Whatever I do in
life, I can't go around being paranoid and nervous and secretive about
things I'm not ashamed of that I believe is also alright for you to do."

"So you'd really do this?"

I felt a brief few seconds of hesitation, I admit, but I think it was
because this all came on so suddenly.  "If I do, it would have to be
something kept private between us, kiddo.  No talking about it.  Like I
said, jacking off is an individual thing for most men."

"I honestly wouldn't say anything," He offered, and I instantly believed
him.  "It's also strange to believe you'd be this willing to do it without
feeling funny about it," He said through a chuckle.

"Well," I grinned, "it's not a usual thing to happen to any father, I
guess, and I wouldn't do such a thing for your sister.  Thank God she will
have other ways to think about sexuality and she has mom to talk to," Lucas
found that to be funny.

I stood up from the table and stretched, then turned to him.  I kicked off
my shoes and began dropping my shorts as I said, "I'm just simply going to
do this, Lucas," I said as he watched me, and I couldn't remember if he
ever saw me fully naked.  And I let him be comfortable to look as I started
fondling my cock to get it up.  He did look a bit surprised but in a
comfortable manner.

"I don't know why but I got hard," He revealed.  "Just about anything gets
me hard, actually."

With a grin and a laugh, I said, "It's alright if you want to jack off
too."

Hesitantly, he said, "Shouldn't we go inside or something?"  I shook my
head.  "We have a lot of privacy here, and one thing I really do like to do
is be able to do this outdoors."

"Really?"  He asked as he stood and began removing his clothes.  I nodded.

It was an oddity for me to look at my son naked, but weirdly okay.  Seeing
his smaller erection and patch of dark pubic hair put me in a sense of
seeing the growing product of my semen.  I even thought that I estimated he
was about five inches.  I was fully hard now and actually wanted to bust
one off.  Lucas stood next to me and I watched him start stroking.  "I
usually do this using lube," I confessed.

Nodding, he said, "I've never used lube."

"I'll be sure to get you some," Was my response, "it enhances an orgasm.
But for now, I'll just pop a quick load so you can put your wonder to
rest."  Lucas had all of his attention on my crotch.

"You're big," He said.

I studied my cock as I stroked it casually.  My pubic hair was very bushy
and my slightly darker skinned balls were hanging and hairy.  "I'm about
eight inches," I told him.  "It's got a slight curve downward."

"I see it," He grinned.  My cock was thick at the base and thinned out
toward my helmet, which wasn't large and it looked almost heart shaped from
an above view.  "Wow, I'm so glad to be able to see this.  It took me a
while to bring any of this up, dad."

"I'm glad you did," I said reassuringly, beginning a quicker stroking
rythmn, "and oddly enough, Lucas, I'm actually glad to get a look of you
this way."  If there were any pretenses in him at all, they were all gone
now.  "Have you begun having girl dreams?"

He looked at my eyes quickly but wanted to keep looking at my cock.  "Yes."
I nodded, and it probably looking like an approving nod to him.

It crossed my mind briefly that maybe I had a young homosexual son here,
but it didn't really fit that it could be.  I think my wife and I would
have known some how.  And this feeling made doing this that much easier.  I
was not afraid to blow my load and letting him see.  I wasn't even nervous
or afraid of seeing him do the same.  I thought of it as fortunate.  The
usual things ran through my head regarding incest, the law, his being a
minor, but I found myself brushing them aside.  It completely felt like a
father/son sharing moment of education and tolerance.

As I jacked off, he turned so he was side to side with me but facing the
other direction and about a foot before me.  I also had a sudden sense that
he perhaps might have wanted to reach out and touch my cock.  I would have
let him, actually, but he just had that curious look yet didn't try, or
ask.

"It feels fantastic to do this outdoors," I glanced up into the blue sky.
"I rarely get to do this."

"Did you do this when you came up here alone?"

"Oh yes," I grinned, "it was always something to look forward to.  Son, I
want you to know that I love to jack off," I told him frankly.  "I love
sex, yes, but it's not always available."  He nodded.  I wasn't sure if he
understood, but I took it that way.  Then, I remembered something.  It
dawned on me because no one ever actually saw me cum via masturbation
before.  "Lucas, before I cum, I want to tell you that I do it in an
unusual way."  Looking at me curiously, I'm sure he had no clue how to
interpret that.  "You'll see.  It's just that no one has ever seen me do
this."

"Okay," Was all he said to that, then he said, "I'm getting close already.
I'll probably cum before you do."

We'd been standing there stroking for perhaps five minutes in our
conversation since we started.  "That's alright, son.  I'm making myself
get close too.  It's a good feeling, huh?"

He grinned and nodded.  "I love it."

I winked at him, thinking how bizarre this was talking so openly.  I swear
it opened up new doors for me and between us.

"I'm gonna cum!"  Lucas said, starting to softly moan.  It made me remember
that I had no control when I would shoot when I was his age.  I gently
placed the palm of my left hand on his shuttered chest and felt him lean
into it as his orgasm blasted out.  Three quick blasts that started with
the first hitting the grass about four feet away and then hitting closer to
us.  I watched with interest, feeling my balls tighten up toward my own
release.  I also saw the look of pleasure in my son's face, open and
honest.  When he was spent his breathing was heavy and his eyes returned to
my cock.

Releasing a quick burst of breath, my body tightened and a spread my hairy
legs a bit further apart.  "My turn," I stated.  Then I started to cum like
I always did.  I didn't stroke as I orgasmed, but just held my cock still.
At first, my sperm spewed out like a slowly running faucet, a long rope of
cum that puddled in the grass between my legs.  I sighed heavily as I was
going.  Then, when it looked like I was done and I was keeping an eye on
Lucas's reaction, the second part of my orgasm started, sperm now darting
out a few feet away, and my body vibrated and moans escaped my throat.

"Wow!"  Lucas whispered.  "Holy wow!"

I always have a long orgasm and it's always this way.  My cock shot out
until it came do a drip, and my breathing was shallow.  I let go of my cock
and stood enjoying the physical feeling and the feeling of the sun on my
skin.

"Dad, you looked like you came twice!"  Lucas observed, wide eyed.  "You
always cum that way?"  I nodded.  Lucas barrelled into me with a firm hug.
"Thank you soooo much, dad!"  I put my arms around him, liking the contact
of our naked bodies.  I helped create this kid, I thought as I hugged him
back.  "I will never forget this."

Neither would I, but then again, that four day weekend was far from over...