Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 20:14:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: ink_blotches@yahoo.com
Subject: Better Than The Talk (gay/incest)

The following story is nothing short of pure fiction, it never happened in
reality, and if anybody who reads this story can say otherwise, then the
events within this story are purely coincidental to said actually occurring
event.

I take no personal responsibility to whatever happens to readers of this
story after they have... well obviously read it (kind of redundant, don't
you think?) This applies to all laws and ordinances in your place of
habitation.

I'm open to just about any kind of feedback from my stories except flame
e-mails, and no I'm not talking about e-mails with magenta and hot pink
colored themes. You know the kind I'm talking about.

Oh, and just for a serious note, this is obviously a fantasy world where
diseases and viruses do not exist, so in real life, use your fucking head
when it comes to sex with others. Be smart, and be honest.

Now that I've written the usual pre-story bullshit, on with the insanity!

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"Better Than The Talk"
Materialized: September 6, 2005


Part One: Hello, My Name's John

I'm an honest, hard-working man. At 48, I've yet to have anything handed to
me, and I'm fucking proud of it. I'm a man's man. I work hard, and I play
hard. My beautiful wife, Amanda (40) has a firm ass, big breasts, and
worships the ground I walk on, and I treat her like the goddess that she
is. I have two teenage girls: Stephanie (18) and Hope (16), and I make damn
sure the guys they bring home are respectable, and treat my little girls in
a proper manner. I also have a son, Brian (12), who is going to be having
his thirteenth birthday this Saturday. I have a big home with large
backyard and a huge pool, a vacation home in Colorado ranch country, and my
landscaping business services essentially every home in Colorado
Springs. I've got it good. So you ask what's wrong? Why, if my life is so
good, am I here today telling you my tale? Well it's not to fucking gloat
to all y'all.

Well, maybe I am.

See, as you can probably tell (and if you can't, wake the fuck up) I'm a
man who likes being in control of my life, and the people in it. I also do
what the fuck I want to, when I fucking want to do it, and nobody tells me
otherwise. Got a problem with me, or anything I'm doing, get over it.

I have many vices: fine cigars, old scotch, a few hands of poker, and
indulge in them from time to time, and not all too often at that. Ever hear
of the old saying, "Can't have too much of a good thing?" That's one of my
life's mottos, reason being, if you do, then it looses its splendor, then
what the fuck are you going to do?

My main vice is boys. Not other men, they are simply too fucking uptight
about being fucked in the ass, and those that aren't just don't do it for
me. Now you're probably thinking, "What does his wife think about this?"
It's simple, she don't fucking care. I'm bringing the bacon home, keeping a
roof over her head, treat her like royalty, and fuck her hard and heavy
whenever she likes. She's perfectly fine with what I do on my own time,
'cause I fulfill my duties as husband properly. On that same note, for all
of you fuckers out there who are just like me and aren't making the little
lady happy nor aren't providing for your own family, get off your fucking
ass and don't fool around until you do so, I'm sick of seeing these
deadbeats on Jerry Springer and Gerardo who do that and it pisses me off.

But back to that little vice of mine: boys. I like 'em in their youth
because of their stamina and ability to keep up, not to mention their
bodies can do things that I wish I could do at my age. There are many of
them who work for under me (in more ways than one) and can go for more
miles than my fucking car can. Since I do landscaping, most of my work
comes during the summer, where I have a plethora of horny and very
attractive high school boys at my disposal, and they don't mind making an
extra couple hundred dollars or so on the side. Fuck, they live in Colorado
Springs; they can't necessarily be driving rust buckets around town now can
they? But I digress, that's not that point of this story, just a little to
give you background info.

Oh, I'm guessing you'd like to know a bit more about me in a physical way
before I continue. Half of you probably have your pants around your ankles
right now, or at least have a hand crammed down the front of them. I know
how y'all work. As I said earlier, I'm 48, black with bits of gray hair,
built like a brick shit house from the years I worked getting my business
off its ass and doing heaving yard work, tanned all over, an ample amount
of hair on my chest, legs, stomach, ass, crotch, and in my pits. My cock is
seven and a half inches long and has a decent amount of girth to it as
well. Put is this way, the sixteen year old who plays as quarterback on the
high school's team had a hard time holding onto it.

Enough about me for now, though as much as I like talking about myself, my
ego can only grow so large in one night. The story I'm about to tell you
happened but two weeks ago, and somewhat continues today. You'll understand
what I'm talking about afterwards.

Part Two: My Son's Thirteenth Birthday

My wife and I were lying in bed, covered head to toe in sweat for we had
just finished fucking each other's brains out. She rolled to her side and
after kissing me on the cheek asked me, "John, what are we going to do this
weekend for Brian's birthday? I was thinking of doing one of those soccer
themed parties I read about in Mother's Digest." I shook my head
vigorously,

"No, no, no. My son is not having a little soccer party. He's turning
thirteen; he's becoming a man. He should have a man's birthday party. Guns,
dead animals all over the place, open cuts, and a steak the size of a
toilet seat."

"Who are you, Tim Allen?" my wife responded while giggling to herself.

"No, I just want my son to be introduced to a little bit more
testosterone."

"Speaking of which, I think our little boy is turning into a
man. Yesterday, while I was cleaning and doing laundry I pulled a pair of
his underwear from underneath his mattress and they were covered in dry
semen..."

"Cum." I promptly interjected.

"... on the crotch." She continued un-phased, " I think it's about that
time to give him 'The Talk'. You finally get to give it, I took care of
both of the girls and promised never to ask you to get them training bras
or tampons." She needed remind me, but in all honesty I wasn't displeased
about this duty of mine. My father just tossed me a god damn magazine and
told me to have a good time. I'm going to have some fun with my son. You
see, though he's a good boy: does his homework, is polite to people, cleans
his room, finishes his plate, and all that jazz, he's easily pushed
around. Not bullied by any means, but really does not show any signs of
resistance to anything. You tell him to do something, and he jumps right to
it.

In all honesty I wouldn't teach him to not be like that 'cause a man's
gotta learn how not to be manipulated nor walked over like a welcome
mat. He's going to learn that once the guys in high school start passing
him around like a pack of smokes in a prison.

But for now, I'm going to use this time to my advantage. Hell I haven't
indulged in my boy vice in awhile, and now's as good of a time as
any. Brian's not that bad looking anyways, I've seen him change into his
soccer gear every now and then, and is growing nicely from what I can see
from afar.

"Honey, do you have any ideas?" Apparently my wife could tell I was
thinking about something, after all I hadn't said anything to her in the
past thirty seconds.

"Yeah, actually I do. This weekend, I want you to take the girls into
Denver for a 'Girls Weekend'. Go shopping, stay at one of the best hotels,
and rack up a huge fucking bill. Go wild." My wife's eyes lit up like it
was Christmas.

"But it's Brian's birthday, why should we treat the girls as if it were
theirs?"

"Doesn't matter, it'll just keep you guys occupied. I'm going to spend some
time with Brian this weekend. A little father-son time, free from you women
folk. He'll have a blast, and I'll have 'The Talk' with him. I promise." I
leaned over and sealed the deal with a kiss. This weekend is going to be
nothing short of unforgettable.

Part Three: Dinner, Friday Evening

After saying grace, we all sat down and the table and began to enjoy my
wife's excellent cooking. The woman came from a long line of Italian cooks,
and dammit she inherited each generation's worth of the knowledge of
food. My son was helping himself to a steak when I brought up the subject
of the weekend's planned events.

"So Brian, do you have all of your homework done?"

"Mostly," he replied, " I just have a little more history to read over and
then ten or so math problems. Then I'll be done." He sounded so proud of
himself and happy with life, unknowing of what it really is all about.

"Good, you should get all of your work done though, because you won't have
time this weekend. We're going to have nothing but fun, and free of these
women folk." I finished while waving my hand at my wife and
daughters. Brian looked somewhat puzzled, as did Stephanie.

"Why? What are we going to be doing?" She asked, and her sister looked
interested as well. I glanced over at Amanda, who couldn't help but
restrain herself.

"Well, your mother is going to take you into Denver for the whole
weekend. You're going to do nothing but go shopping for clothes, eat at the
best restaurants, and I think go for a spa-treatment." I shouldn't have
told them at the dinner table, because their girl shrieks of joy made the
water glasses shatter. Actually I think it was because of them hitting the
table as they jumped up and hugged one another, but it happened at the same
time, so I like to think it were their shrieks. Brian, however, looked
somewhat crestfallen.

"What are we going to do then? It can't be as good as what they're going to
be doing."

"Oh knock it off, we're going to have a lot of fun, you'll see. Now finish
your dinner, get your homework done, and get to bed, you're going to need a
lot of energy tomorrow." My cock stirred with that last comment of mine,
and I couldn't help but smile to myself as my son promptly downed all of
his steak, mashed potatoes and salad. I told you he was easy to boss
around. My girls finally regained composure and finished their meals before
heading up to bed, not before kissing their favorite guy in the world (or
so they told me) on top of his head. My wife simply looked across at me and
said,

"You're such a good father." How true, how fucking true.

Part Four: Saturday Morning

Amanda and I woke from our slumber rather early. I usually get up around
seven so I can read the morning paper and have a cup of coffee. I know,
sounds stereotypically male, but I've never had any complaints. While I was
reading the paper, Amanda woke the girls and got them all ready for their
weekend trip. They left at nine thirty, and I started breakfast for Brian
and I. Blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs, surprisingly his favorite as
well as mine.

I finished making breakfast and laid it down on the table. I thought of
just calling up to Brian, but felt like waking him up in person. Hell, I
was planning on invading all of his personal space this weekend; why not
start with his room?

Upstairs, second door on the left, and into his room I went. His room, as
predictable, was as clean as a whistle, and I found him sleeping atop his
blankets, leaving his bed nice and made, wearing nothing but a clean pair
of white boxer shorts and ankle socks. I could have seriously ripped those
off and fucked him silly right then and there. I leaned down and whispered
into his ear that it was time to get up. His blue eyes fluttered open and I
ran my hand through his thin blond hair, messing it up in that rough,
fatherly kind of way. "Happy birthday son." He smiled and buried his face
into his pillow.

"Thanks dad." Came his muffled voice out from the pillow. I gave him a
sharp slap on the ass, which brought him quickly up and awake.

"I owe you twelve more today you know. I made breakfast for us: blueberry
pancakes and scrambled eggs just how you like 'em. Now get downstairs and
eat before they get cold." I returned the smile he was giving me, "then you
can have a shower and we'll start the day." He leaped out of bed and went
for his pajama bottoms, which I snatched out of his hands. "Son, you won't
need these this weekend, it's just us guys, no modesty needed when the
women folk aren't around." I myself was already fully dressed, something to
set the tone of things to come. He simply nodded and headed
downstairs. Before leaving, I checked underneath his mattress and found
another pair of cum-soiled boxers. I rolled them up and stuck them in my
pocket.

We enjoyed breakfast and after Brian and I loaded the dishwasher, he
excused himself to go shower, but I stopped him and told him to go into the
living room. I was going to get 'The Talk' over with and get to the fun
part. Brian seemed a little confused, but didn't argue (naturally), and
headed into the living room. I followed him in and took a seat next to him
on the couch. He seemed a little, well actually very embarrassed to be
sitting in his boxer shorts next to his fully clothed old man, but he's
going to get used to that, at least for the time being. Before beginning
'The Talk' I pulled his soiled boxers out of my pocket and he blushed
profusely while looking down at the floor.

"Son," I began, "It's time for me to give you 'The Talk'. Now, be fortunate
that it's me and not your mother 'cause she'd embarrass the hell out of
you. Also be glad that I'm nothing like grandpa because all he did was show
me a magazine and told me to have fun. I'm going to explain everything to
you. From now on, I need your fullest attention, and you aren't to question
anything I say, you know very little about sex and it's world, and I'm
going to open you up to that world. Understand." He nodded that he did,
still not looking at me. I lifted his chin and turned him towards
me. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about at all. From now on, you are
not to feel any sort of embarrassment. You should feel proud of your body."

"Ok dad."

So I proceeded to tell him everything about sex, it's responsibilities,
everything about being a man and taking care of your family, the same thing
everyone normally gets. After talking at length and answering his questions
about the normal things, I decided it was time to have some fun.

"Brian, stand up in the middle of the room, in front of me." He did so, but
stood there cupping his cock and balls.

"Why are you holding yourself like that?" He turned even redder than
before.

"Because I have a..."

"A what?"

"A woodie."

"No you don't. You have an erection or a hard-on. Don't call it by that
sissy name. Now take your hands away from yourself like that. In fact, drop
your boxers now and hand them over." He seemed stunner and hesitated more
than I expected, but before I had to ask again he took off his boxers and
handed them to me. Indeed, he had a massive hard on, jutting out from the
rest of his body. He was fucking rock hard, and almost hairless, he had a
little tuft of hair beginning to grow above his cock. "Now what is that in
front of you?"

"It's my wiener." What a baby my son can be sometimes. I couldn't help but
roll my eyes.

"No, it's your cock. Eight year olds call it their wiener. Now tell me what
that is in front of you."

"It's my cock." Brian responded.

"Have you jerked off yet?"

"No, I usually just rub my cock against my bed until I umm... what's that
word again?"

"Orgasm."

"Right."

"Well you're going to learn how to jerk off today, in fact, you're going to
learn a lot today. Are you ready?"

"Yes dad."

"Call me 'sir' Brian."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now go upstairs to your bedroom and we'll start." Like the good
little boy he is, he followed my orders and leapt upstairs. Before heading
up as well, I grabbed a decent size cardboard box from the linen closet in
the hallway, which was packed with many things I bought specifically for
this weekend. Let the fun begin.

Part Five: Brian's New Underwear and Masturbation.

Brian was in his room, sitting down on his bed, legs closed, with the top
half of his cock poking itself above his lap. He looked quizzingly at the
box I brought up with me. "Never you mind about what's in this box now,
you'll find out throughout the day. Now here," I said while tossing him a
package of white briefs, "You are no longer going to wear boxer
shorts. Boys like you do not wear them, you wear those. Don't give me that
look either." I added as his face saddened.

"But sir, all the other boys at school will make fun of me."

"So if they give you any crap, knock them on their ass. You're going to
have to stand up for yourself one of these days. Now put a pair on to see
if they fit." He ripped the package open and unfolded a pair while dropping
the rest to the floor. "No, pick the rest up and put them in your dresser
drawer." Brian did so with his hard cock leading the way. He then put his
new underwear on, having difficulty with his hard cock. I told him how to
adjust himself. I would have done it for him, but I was going slowly as to
not scare the shit out of him.

"They feel a little tight."

"Good! That's how they should feel." He looked like a god damn rent boy
with those things on, I should have just walked over, turned him around,
ripped a hole in the bottom of those briefs and fucked him until he
screamed for his mother, who was many miles away by now. "Now, you're going
to learn how to jerk off properly. Go over and lie on your back on your
bed. Good, now feel yourself up, give your nipples a pinch." He gave them a
little pinch; I corrected him by giving them a little more forceful
pinch. He winced and moaned a little, driving me crazy. I could feel my own
cock grow inside of the jockstrap I put on for the day. "Now give your cock
a good squeeze, nice and hard now. Reach down and do the same to your
balls, don't neglect them." I had laugh as I watched my son squeeze his
ball sack as hard as he did his cock and suffer the consequences from
it. "Not as hard as your cock, use your head."

"I'm sorry sir." Brian responded while fighting back a few pain
tears. Normally I'd reprimand him for crying like a little baby, but I
remember the first time I fell spread eagle across a metal bar, it wasn't a
pleasant experience to say the least.

"Enough play time, take those briefs off and start jerking yourself
off. Grab you cock like you'd grab a two-liter bottle of Coke and start
moving your closed hand up and down as fast as you can without pounding
your balls again." God it was such a fucking turn on directing my son in
his first of many jerk-offs. After a few minutes he was wincing and I knew
what was the problem. I walked over to the box I had brought up with me and
produced a rather large bottle of KY lubrication jelly, gave it to him
while telling him to rub it all over his cock and keep going.

"It feels cold." He said in an irresistible child voice, my cock was
leaking pre-cum like nobody's business and formed an ever widening wet-spot
on the front of my khakis. The lubrication's effects began to build up and
I knew Brian was getting close. His eyes began to roll into the back of his
head. Without even thinking, I tore my polo shirt above my head, exposing
my sweat and hair covered chest, pulled my pants down and fished my cock
out of my jockstrap, and started jerking off at a furious pace. My own
moans echoed throughout the room, enveloping those of my sons and I forced
myself to open my eyes to watch my son enjoy the maximum pleasure of his
first masturbated orgasm. Seeing him shoot volley after volley of thin
strands of cum all over his smooth torso and on the surrounding bed spread
was all I needed to climax, sending thick globs of cum flying through the
air, coating his little face. I had hit him with a few shots of cum right
in the left nostril, so it looked as if he just sneezed and cum shot out of
his nose instead of mucus. I stood to the side of his bed as Brian lay
motionless, his chest heaving as if he had just ran the race of his life.

"So what do you think son?"

"Oh... my god! That was awesome!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. For now no more of this humping the bed bullshit,
if you need to get your nuts off and there's nobody to do it for you,
that's how you do it."

"Thank you sir."

"You're very welcome. Now before we clean up, there's something I must
stress. Your cum, and the cum of others, should not be wasted. You do not
throw it out or wipe it off with a towel, tissue, or anything. You use your
hands to wipe it off your body and feed it to yourself, or if it's on the
person you're enjoying this with, then you help them clean it up and share
it with them." Brian, for one of the few times in life, looked a little
confused. I straddled the bed, grabbed his head and held it in place as I
liked all of the combined cum off, saving it in my mouth. "Now kiss me." I
mumbled as best I could to keep all of the cum. Brian gave me a quick peck
on the lips. I simply shook my head, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck
and pulled him into an intense lip lock, forcing my tongue into his mouth,
and smeared all of our cum around the inner walls of his mouth.

Brian and I sat there for what seemed like ages, making out like a horny
teenage couple at a drive in. He naked. I was without shirt, pants around
my ankles, and jockstrap somewhat where it was supposed to be and somewhat
not. After we broke our kiss, a smile grew across his face like a great big
Cheshire cat and I noticed he was once again hard as a rock.

"Looks like you're going to have to take care of this." I said while taking
his cock in between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a couple
pulls. "Well, let me take care of it for you, consider it another present."
I reached over and grabbed the KY jelly and smeared both of my hands
entirely with the lube then rubbed my hands all over his cock, balls and
down his ass crack to his pink boy cunt. My fingers traced around his boy
cunt and he started purring like a cat in heat. "Oh, so you like this, then
you'll love this." And thus I slid my index finger into his boy cunt and
slowly finger fucked him with one hand while the other was jerking off his
cock. With nothing to do with his hands, Brian resorted to running them
through his own hair and pulling at large amounts of it, rubbing them all
over his body, and even grabbing his nipples and pulling at them rougher
than I expected. Within a few minutes he was screaming my name and shooting
more cum out of his ever-reddening cock. As his second orgasm began to
subside I continued to slowly finger-fuck Brian's ass while enjoying
watching him scoop his own cum off of his smooth stomach and proceeded to
devour it. What have I done? I've created a cum-slut, my own personal cum
slut.

Looking over at Brian's alarm clock, I realized it was past noon and Brian
hadn't had his shower today. I had, however I was badly in need of one, as
did Brian. I went to pick up my pants and noticed my index finger was
covered in a light amount of shit. Trying as hard as I could not to begin
to vomit, as fecal matter is the lowest on my 'things to enjoy' list, I
stepped out of my pants and jockstrap becoming completely naked. "Brian
follow me to the bathroom. I've got a lot more things to show you today but
before we go on, you need some cleaning, inside and out."

Part Six: An Enema and Sharing a Shower

Brian left for the bathroom before I did, after all I just told him to, and
I grabbed a smaller box out of the cardboard box that I had brought into
Brian's room. When I got to the bathroom Brian was waiting for me, leaning
against the tile counter, almost seductively. He had this look on his face
that drove me wild; half sexually fulfilled and half insatiable. Placing
the small box on the counter next to Brian I took his face into my hands
and brought it close to mine.

"Did you like what we just did? When I stuck my finger up your ass?" Almost
immediately he responded positively,

"Yes sir, it felt wonderful."

"Good, you'll be having more of that. See the box there, take out its
contents." Brian looked down at the box with a confused expression but
nonetheless complied, taking out the long, white, rubber hose and matching
rubber bladder. He needn't ask me the question I knew his mind dwelled on,
"That's a douche bag, which is what you use to give yourself an
enema. Basically what it does is clean all of the shit out of your ass and
makes it all smooth and very receptive to anal sex." Brian eyed the nozzle
at the very end of the hose, which was considerably larger than a normal
nozzle, let alone my finger. It was the size of a medium-sized assplug,
which is why I bought it, to help loosen him up, the real deal is quite
large for a boy his size.

"How does it work?" He asked as I took it from him and began to assemble
the apparatus.

"Well, basically we fill this rubber bladder with water and special soap,
and we take this nozzle and stick it in your ass, then the soapy water
drains into your ass and your intestines. You wait a couple minutes while
it cleans the inside of you, and then you sit down on the can and let it
all come out. Normally for men it takes a couple times to efficiently clean
you out, but for you it should only take one filling, which is good because
the first time is never too enjoyable." The same evil smile crawled across
my face as it had done so many times this weekend as Brian began to look
uneasy. "Knock it off, you'll take it like a man." That put him in his
place.

While Brian rested against the counter, motionless save for his naked chest
heaving with anticipation, I began filling the bag with water and the soap
that was supplied with the douche bag. As it did I gave the nozzle to Brian
and had him suck and lick it like a lollipop (my exact words).

The administration of the enema went without incident; Brian bent over and
placed his hands on the edge of the bathtub and I took pleasure in rubbing
all over his tight ass and boy pussy before shoving the nozzle in his ass
and letting the enema water flow. I could tell he wasn't enjoying this
experience, but I didn't care, this was for my benefit, not his.

When the water finished emptying from the bladder, I grabbed the end of the
nozzle and told him to clamp his ass as hard as he could, not to let a drop
spill out.

"Sir, this really hurts."

"That's because it's doing what it's supposed to, don't spill any because
once a drop gets out, the rest comes quickly and there's nothing stopping
it. That's the last thing I need all over the floor is soapy water and bits
of your shit." Brian's face contorted as he concentrated his every effort
not to spill. A thought crossed my mind,

"Stand up straight and place your hands on your head." If there's one place
Brian was sensitive, it was his pits. Slowly running my hands up and down
his sides, Brian's eyes shot open.

"Sir, please don't..."

"Shut up and don't drop anything!" I quickly interjected. Though being soft
and light strokes, they were dreadfully painful to my son and I watched as
tears trickled out of his clamped eyes. Looking at the clock and seeing how
much time elapsed I knew he was in a great deal of pain and really should
get the stuff out of his body. "Alright, go over to the toilet and shit all
that out." It was fucking hilarious seeing Brian waddle all the way over to
the can as fast as he could without losing anything on the floor. After the
last of it was out, Brian wiped himself and flushed, not looking too
enthusiastic. "Now, now Brian, don't look like that, there's going to be
plenty more fun."

"Just as long as I don't have to do that again."

"Oh you will, just not this weekend. See, this is actually very healthy and
can be an improvement to your body's well being. So for now on, at least
once a week you should do this. It doesn't matter which day of the week,
just make sure you do, and I will be checking to see if you are doing
it. Deviate from this and I'll have to embarrass you some how, and it won't
be nice."

"That won't be necessary sir."

"Good boy, now hop in the shower." Brian did and I adjusted the showerhead
so that it aimed directly at his crotch. "Now don't move." With that I
turned the cold water on full blast. Brian let out a gasp of surprise, but
stayed in place like a good little boy. I watched from outside the shower
and jerked myself off as his package shriveled down to resemble a ballpark
peanut sitting atop a brown super-ball. This continued for a bit before
Brian began to shake violently from the cold. "Now turn around, bend down,
and touch your toes." As he did I shut off the cold water and turned the
hot water on to it's farthest extent. Brian's reaction as the water turned
hotter and hotter by the second made his gasp to the cold-water sound like
a pin drop.

"Sir! It's too hot. Please!"

"Stop complaining Brian and take it like a man. Grab hold of your ankles."
Brian did and I shut off the water, only to begin spanking his ass nice and
hard, alternating between each cheek, going harder and harder, working up
quite a sweat actually. Brian bit his lower lip and only made grunting
noises, no outbursts or screams. Not a one for ten minutes. After his
cheeks became a deep crimson color, I ceased spanking his ass, hopping in
the shower, and turned it to a decent level. "You've been a good boy Brian,
and good boys are rewarded."

Brian's reward, giving me head of course.

Part Seven: Oral Sex

After Brian and I finished our shower, during which time he washed my body
as well as his own, and attended to the drying duties, I had him follow me
into the living room, the plush carpeting feeling absurdly weird underneath
my bare feet. Honestly I couldn't believe how easy this had all been, but
then again, Brian never really argued against me in the first place.

I took the most plush pillow on the couch and tossed it down in the middle
of the living room, he should be comfortable, after all Brian was going to
be on his knees for quite some time. Without even being ordered, Brian came
and knelt on the pillow, like a disciple in front of his lord. His eyes
didn't leave my hardened cock.

"Brian, what is in front of you?"

"Your cock sir."

"When you look at it, what do you think?"

"I think it looks wonderful, I want to love it."

"How do you want to love it?"

"I want to kiss it."

"How did you get this idea in your hand?"

"Spencer showed my a few magazines his dad gave him on his birthday and it
had pictures of women doing it to other guys." Spencer was Brian's best
friend, and almost identical to him at that, I wonder if he would be easily
dominated as Brian was.

"You think of yourself as a woman?"

"No, I am a man..."

"No, you are not. You are a boy, and a boy who loves cock at that. There's
nothing wrong with that at all, but you are going to have a grow up into a
man one of these days."

"Yes sir."

"Good, now look at my cock, what else do you want to do to it? What else
did you see in the pictures that made your little cock hard?"

"I want to lick it and take it into my mouth. I want to rub it all over my
face. I want to feel it all over me."

"Then you shall." And thus began Brian's first bout in oral sex. I stepped
forward and pressed me hard cock to his face, grabbing the sides of his
head. As I did, Brian gripped onto my head, forcing his face harder into my
crotch. I ground my cock all over his face, smearing pre-cum all over it,
embedding the scent of manliness upon his skin, into each pore. Backing
off, I gripped my cock and traced over his red lips in a giant circle. Each
time he let his tongue slip out, I moved away before he could get a
taste. "Stick out your tongue," he did so, "and start licking the head." My
son was obeying my every sexual command, and my mind was spinning and being
fill with all sorts of scenarios, scenes of me fucking him everywhere: in
public, in front of his English class, after he just scored the winning
goal in the finals of a soccer tournament right there on the field. Brian
then moved up and down my shaft, all the while my eyes were shut, relishing
each and every flick of his tongue.

What happened next surprised the fuck out of me. As Brian reached the
bottom of my shaft he went further down and engulfed both of my balls in
his mouth, washing them thoroughly with his tongue, all the while he
squeezed my ass cheeks roughly. I appreciatively ran my fingers through his
hair and moaned his name in ecstasy. For what seemed like hours, but rather
were minutes, this continued and I could tell I was getting close.

"Brian, stick my cock in your mouth, now!" Again, another huge fucking
surprise, he stuck my cock in his mouth and went down all the way to the
hilt, without stopping once! I heard him beginning to gag and wanted to
pull out so he didn't choke to death, but the gurgles ended and his sucking
continued. Hard and fast I fucked his face as if I fucking invented
fellatio. I knew I was close, but the thought didn't cross my mind that I
was about to damn near drown him with my cum, and without any warning to
him I shot volley after volley of cum down his throat. I could tell he was
trying to swallow it all, but it was too much, and some began spilling out
of his cock-filled mouth, which he caught in his hands and proceed to rub
all over his cock and balls.

"That was so great sir." Brian said after finishing swallowing my
load. Looking down at his grateful smile I knew it was time for the final
step.

"Brian, you are welcome, but there's one thing left."

"What's that?"

Part Eight: Brian Gets Deflowered

Without another word, I bent down and scooped Brian up, and carried him
back upstairs, to his bedroom, and dumping him onto his bed. I went over to
the box and grabbed out the last two items: a dildo and a box of condoms. I
took the dildo over and dangled it above Brian's mouth,

"Suck on this." He gleefully did so while I took out one of the condoms and
rolled it onto my cock. I took the dildo from his mouth, "This is yours to
keep, call it another birthday present."

"Thank you sir."

"Bring your knees to up to your chest." He did so, exposing his somewhat
stretched boy cunt. Unceremoniously I stuck the dildo in his ass and
vigorously fucked him with it; all the while he sucked on my condom-clad
cock. Brian bucked his hips harder and harder as I slammed into both of his
holes with each cock, real and fake. I looked down and saw his boy cock
hard as a fucking rock and took it upon myself to take care of the
problem. Taking my cock out of Brian's mouth, I moved around onto the bed,
in front of my son, still fucking him with the dildo with one hand, and
begun to jerk him off with the other.

"Oh god sir! That feels so fucking good!"

"Does it you fucking boy whore!? Tell me how good it feels Brian!"

"It feels so fucking great! I want it all! Give it to me! Please sir! Take
my boy cunt! Take it! PLEASE!!" That was all I needed.

I ripped the dildo out of his now gaping hole and dropped it on the floor
before bringing the head of my cock to his awaiting hole and started
shoving hard until it buried itself to the hilt. Normally it wouldn't have
gone in so easily, but he was pretty loose, and no longer a virgin, I had
just took his innocence away. He was mine.

Part Nine: The Rest of the Weekend

What had transpired in the past twelve hours essentially set the tone for
the rest of the weekend, that is until my wife and daughters got home very
late Sunday night. I used and abused every square inch of my son's smooth
and virile body and he begged for each and every bit of it. The two of us
'christened' many rooms in the house including his room, both of his
sister's rooms, the bedroom my wife and I share, the master bathroom, and
the kitchen.

Brian learned much that weekend. How to masturbate, to eat his own cum, how
to swallow a whole cock and please it the way that pussy boys like him
should, but more importantly how to please his father. I made him get up
early the next day and suck me off before drawing my bath, during which
time I had him do all of the washing. When he was finished with that I had
him stand in the bathtub in front of me, bent at the waist, all the while I
ate his asshole out and spanked his ass in a recreational manner. I made
him stay naked the entire time and whatever I felt like doing to him, I
did.

After breakfast, I fucked him. While reading the paper I jerked him off,
stopping short each time he came close to having an orgasm. After the fifth
time this occurred he was begging me to let him cum, and I couldn't help
but grin wickedly and shake my head forbidding his pleasure. Instead I told
him he would put on his soccer shin guards and jockstrap and then lay on
the coffee table while fucking himself silly with the dildo I had given
him. Halfway through that episode I ripped the dildo out of his ass and
replaced it with my own cock. He was gripping onto me so hard that I was
able to carry him with me as I fucked him throughout each aforementioned
room in the house.

After I fucked him for the first time and took away his innocence he became
a sex fiend and worshipped me like a god, doing whatever his master wished,
as he should. What transpired over the weekend and continues to this day,
though it really was supposed to be about Brian and his education about
sex, it ultimately accomplished that and fueling my enormous ego. I say
that because it's the truth and I have no problem admitting the
truth. After all, what are you going to do about it? You're probably
sitting down in front of your computer reading this with either a hardon
from hell or a hand covered with cum, so why should you complain. You liked
this story as much as I enjoyed telling it, and more over you wish that you
got something much better than "The Talk."

The End

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