Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 19:10:45 -0800
From: Miles <iwalked7miles@aol.com>
Subject: 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 .

Part Three

"I didn't have these thoughts before today," my son said as I listened.  "I
like what I'm seeing.  I like what you're...sharing."  Lucas relaxed and
took a few steps closer to me.  "I feel like this is a once in a life time
chance that'll never happen again, so a lot of what I'm thinking..."

"What are you thinking, Luke?"  I don't usually shorten his name when I
speak it; only when I want him to know he has my attention.

"It's nice being close," he replied.  There wasn't any uncertainty
eminating from him.

With him simply saying that, it bonded us more securely then I'd ever have
imagined.  I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands and stood.  Looking
at him again, I wondered just what it was that he was being hesitant about
in himself.  Considering everything that was flashing through my mind
outside of this privacy, I wanted only to have comfort, security and trust.

I honestly didn't think this was about sex.  Even after his revolation on
our walk about his wanting to be touched, I didn't think he wanted to touch
me for sex.  Truth being, I felt something happening that had nothing to do
with wrong or right, nothing to do with dirtiness.  Considering the sense
of honesty between us, mutual consent was happening between the two of us.
Still, I had to be certain about the mutual consent.

I walked up to him and stood, naked and exposed.  He looked at my nakedness
like I told him he was allowed to do, yet he hesitated at anything else.  I
took the innitiative by saying, "I'm right here, Luke.  If you don't carry
out whatever it is that's on your mind, you'll only be ashamed of thinking
it tomorrow, and the next day, the day after that if you're not allowed to
do it."  I nodded when he looked at me.  "If you're thinking what I think
you're thinking, I'm right here."

His expression turned to hopefulness but hesitantly.  I knew he didn't want
to ask out loud.  It was just one of those things.  It can happen in any
given situation.  I knew what fear was in those kind of situations.  I
wanted to eliminate that for him.

His hands slowly came up but halted before contacting my hairy chest.  I
looked at them expectantly, and with encouragement.  "I don't know why I
feel like doing this," he said.

I didn't know why he felt this way either, and I didn't know why I felt
like letting him.  It was just there, and I knew there would be damage
psychologically if I acted in any other way.  His attention toward me had
nothing to do with sex.  If it did, I was sure I would know.  Still, I had
to say, "Son, I want you to think about something because I'm thinking
about it too."  I paused for thought before continuing.  "Whatever we share
here...it can't be undone.  Our jacking off outside earlier today...it
can't be changed.  Whatever we do now we have to live with.  So if you have
any doubts behind your thoughts, I'd give it some good consideration.

"I don't want you to do anything that'll give you regrets in the future.  I
don't want to do anything that'll give me regrets.  I'm your father and I
want to stay that way.  I know you love me," I paused again for dramatic
effect, "I know you look up to me."  His hands remained stationede before
my chest.  I saw that he was thinking about what I just said.  "We share a
lot of trust, son.  We always have.  I always try to make sure of that."

I suddenly felt the aura of our moment.  It was intimate, intense, sensual,
and even erotic.  Thinking about Lucas touching me, I began to get aroused.
I would feel this way with anyone I'd allow to touch me.  I looked down at
his crotch and saw that he wasn't.  Fear can take the sail out of your wind
easily, but I took it as a good sign, considering that it'd change if he
started touching me.  I was sure he wouldn't hide it if it got him excited.
My cock surged but not to full erection.  He saw this, and perhaps it gave
him encouragement that I wasn't going to be in fear of his physical
contact.

When his palms met my chest, I assumed he was relaxed enough to make this
contact.  However, I did have to ask, "What is it that you want to do?"

His fingers combed my chest hair slowly.  It took him a moment, but his
reply was, as he smile, "I've grown up with a hairy dad.  I've never
thought to be able to touch you."  He wasn't really a child anymore, but I
heard the curiosity of the child in him.

Puzzled, I asked, "Guess it's something that usually wouldn't come up," I
laughed.

After initial physical contact, his hands began to glide tenderly across my
chest.  It felt incredible letting him be so uninhibited.  I got fully hard
and unashamed.  The head of my cock struck his shorts, causing Lucas to
look down.  He smiled and looked back up to my eyes.  "I just want to touch
you, dad.  I didn't before today, but now I'd like to."

"And you don't want to consider that you might be ashamed of this in the
future?"  I asked point blank.  "Because I'll let this happen, son.  For me
and for you."

He nodded, then asked, "What about you, dad?  Are you doing
this...considering?"

His fingertips were warm against my flesh.  I looked down at them, feeling
that he had this right.  I met his eyes again.  "I'm okay, lucas."

We stared into one another's eyes for a long moment, agreeing to whatever
silently.  His palms and fingers roamed my chest.  Looking down, I saw that
he was hard in his shorts.  This was exciting for both of us.

He made it a study of me as his hands moved down my torso.  I wasn't ripped
physically, but I was fit, muscular.  It tickled somewhat with his fingers
raking through my hair.  Then they found my wrists, and sailed up my arms
and to my shoulders.  I remained silent in his exploration, watching his
eyes, but had to smile through most of it.

Lucas stepped slowly to my left and started behind me, his left hand
dancing lightly across my upper chest, his thumb grazing my adam's apple as
it passed by.  I was turned on to this as he stepped behind me and his
palms pressed gently against my back before he explored that region too.
Just above my ass, his hands separated and moved to my sides.  I sensed him
slowly kneel down as my legs were inspected all the way down to my ankles.

He brought his hands back up the insides of my legs.  My inside thighs were
extremely ticklish, and I didn't hide it.  I spasmed and tickle-laughed
softly.  He took advantage of this, using only the tips of his fingers to
gaze through the body hair there.  I could feel him smiling.

When he stood back up, he pressed his body against my back and hugged my
torso.  He'd removed his shorts, and I could feel his erection against my
right leg.  He could barely look over my shoulder when I turned my head
left to see his face.  I used only hand to engluf his smaller ones over my
heart.  "You're warm," He said.  Then I felt his lips smile against the
back of my shoulder.  "Where else are you ticklish?"

"I'm not gonna tell you that," I chuckled.  I was feeling so sensual and
unrestricted and playful.  I wasn't holding his hands that firmly but I
released them slowly, and they began to feel downward.

When his fingertips hit the top of my pubic hair, they stopped, but
hesitantly.  I was still looking at him sideways.  Then his left hand
palmed over my lower stomach and he stepped back around.  I lifted my arm
up, over and around his shoulders.  He met my eyes and kept the connection
as he moved his hand ever so slow until his pinky finger was barely visible
through my hair, it's tip at the base of my shaft.  His finger put a little
pressure at its tip, and we remained eye to eye.

Perhaps he was waiting for me to make a stopping point.  I didn't have any
reason to.  I gave him fair warning about having regrets.  I gave myself
fair warning.  Yet I was looking at my son like he had every right to be
curious about me.  I decided to take a little initiative and continue
conversation.

"Luke, there are things I think about when it comes to thoughts, my
horniness, my cock."  This piqued his interest immediately.  He said
nothing but waited to hear.  And with each passing second his hand moved
closer to fully holding my shaft.  "I feel different things at different
times when I get hard.  I even spent one day a few years ago counting how
many times in that day I got arroused."

His eyes widened briefly along with a smile.  "How many that day?"  He
asked.

"Twenty-four," I told him.  "Sometimes," I sighed pleasantly, "all it takes
is a breeze."  At that second, his fingers wrapped around the thick base of
my cock, and I crunched my muschles down there to make it jump.  "But there
are different callings when it happens."

I waited briefly to feel him squeeze and pull on my cock.  When he did this
he finally looked down at what he was doing.  "Most of the time, I just
wanna get off and it won't go down until I cum.  Those are the worst," I
chuckled, "especially when it happens at work or in a social situation.
All I can think about is jacking off, either looking at stuff on the
internet-" He shot me a shocked lookat at that, "-or getting into the
bathroom or garage to get off."  He smiled in wonderment at all this.

"Other times, I get the kind of hardons that want attention from your mom.
And other times, I love being hard just because and I have patience to
think about what to do," I sighed again as Lucas boldly stroked my cock.
Looking at him, I wasn't even sure he was conscious he was really doing it.

I moved to stand front to front with him.  The side of my hand brushed his
cock and I looked down at it.  Raising my hand palm up and before his mid
torso, I asked, "May I?"  He looked pleased and relieved as he nodded.

Taking my son's cock in my larger hand was a sensation unlike anything else
I would ever, ever know.  I had, in my hand, something that most boys
adamently want there dads to have no knowledge of whatsoever.  I let myself
get used to it by simply holding it softly.  And, I thought, his being his
age, he had no self control to what or when would make him blast.

Yet, what I had hoped for didn't happen.  With a long gasp, he blurted out,
"I'm gonna cum!"  I gripped his shoulder firmly with my free hand, feeling
the strength in his fingers squeeze my cock.  His quivering was instant.  I
had no choice and his muscles convulsed; I stroked him, his sperm popping
out, splashing on my upper left leg.  I kept him steady until his orgasm
began to ebb, even though his breathing from the blast was hearty.  His
cock throbbed in my grip.  It pleased me to be able to feel it.

"Oh my God!"  He gasped, "You barely even touched me," He laughed, still
hanging onto my cock like it was the only thing saving him from going over
a cliff.

I grinned.  "You're young, son.  It happens," I was overjoyed at
experiencing this and pulled him into a hug, sensing his sperm plastered to
my leg.  In our hug, he released my cock to put his arms around me too.  It
was enlightening feeling the after effects of his orgasm in his body and
breathing.

"That felt like the best time so far doing it!"  He announced.

It made me feel good as I considered my own condition.  Even though his
hand wasn't on me, I still invisibly felt it there.  I knew that this was
now the kind of hardon that wasn't going to go down without the money shot.
"I'll need to cum," I told him.

He backed off agreeably, grinning.  "Dad, if I jack you off, would you cum
with me doing it?"

It was a nice thought, so I chuckled.  "Give it a try," I suggested.

There wasn't any hesitance in him then.  He clumsily moved into different
positions after he took hold of my cock to stroke it.  This amused me and
made wanting to cum an even greater need.  But he finally found his stance
pressed against me at my right and jacked me off in a beautiful way.

I closed my eyes and let him get me into this.  I was large for him to
handle, but he did get into a rhythmn.  After a couple minutes of this
pleasure of someone else finally jacking me off, my balls jingled.  "Here
it comes?"  I whispered hoarsely.  "Ahhh.  Ahhh...."

I opened my eys just as that first rope of cum released.  The unsteady way
he was jacking me, it flew in a circular ribbon, splatting on the wood
floor quite loudly.  My son's eyes were wide and excited.  "It's not over,"
I warned.  He kept stroking, and the second part of my orgasm surfaced,
quick jets that shot out a few feet away, almost hitting the sofa.  It was
during this part of my shooting that always pulled at my insides and I let
Lucas hear it from me.

When I was done my sperm was all over the floor before us.  We were both
looking down at it, me breathing heavily.  "That is so amazing, dad!"
Lucas said, letting go of my cock and kneeling down to look closer at my
load.

I knelt down beside him.  "It's weird, son," I began an explanation.  "When
I first start shooting, there's just a small feeling when it happens, then,
bam, it hits me.  It's as if my balls are reluctant to let it go the first
time."

"Well I think it's cool!"  He beamed.  "I'm glad I know."

I stared at him.  "I'm glad you know too.  I'm glad someone else knows how
I cum.  Yes," I sighed, ruffling his hair, "I do."

He looked at my softening cock, then reached into my lap and held it
tenderly, like he had every right in the world to do.  "So this is part of
what made me?"  He asked with wonder in his voice.

"Yes, Lucas," I nodded, feeling quite happy.  "That, and my heart."

His eyes moved to meet mine, and we shared a smile together.  My cock was
still dripping semen when he let it go to move his hand up before my heart
in my chest.  "I love you for this," He said with utter sincerity.  "I
really do."  He hugged me as we stood back up.

"I'll let you know a lot about me, son," I whispered in his close ear,
"because you'll be going through a lot of this yourself as you age.  I'll
share all I know...if you want to listen."

"I do," He said fast.  "I do."

The weekend stage seemed to be set.  We were the players, and we were the
audience...

...More to come