Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2020 15:30:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Coming Home From Iraq, Part 2 Coming Home From Iraq By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. Part 2 "What do you mean, Dad? What are you going to do?" "Don't worry. Just relax and enjoy it. I'll take care of everything." And with that, I rolled him over on his back and began. I was still wound up from our recent fuck fest, and so full of lust for my boy it was like I was having an out-of-body experience. Even though I had just shot moments ago and filled his ass with my sperm, I was hard and ready to go again. What I really wanted to do was to start with a full-on passionate kiss then work my way down, but I wasn't 100% sure he'd be cool with starting off that way. Too much too soon? So instead I started with his Adam's apple, covering it with my mouth and licking. I did the same at the base of his throat and the middle of his chest. I hoped his nipples were as sensitive as mine, and it turned out they were. I started with one, licking, then nibbling, then biting -- but not too hard -- then moving over to the other one. More slurping as I licked my way down his body. By the time I was in the vicinity of his cock it was standing up proud and stiff, almost throbbing. Billy may have been young, but he knew what was coming. His cock was a decent size for a boy his age, not huge by any means, but respectable. Hate to brag but when it comes to cocksucking I'm pretty much an expert. Years of practice. One of my tops once told me that I was "an artist." I've tried to live up to that title ever since. The point of my saying all this isn't to boast. It's to explain how easy it was for me to totally engulf my son's penis, tip to root, in one easy mouthful, and hold it as long as I needed. I could have easily made him cum just using my tongue on his shaft and head, but I also wanted to let him know how good it can feel to have your balls licked, and your taint as well. I gave him the full treatment until he was fairly begging, "Do it, Dad, do it." Not wanting to make him wait longer, I again engulfed his boyhood in my hot mouth and went to town. It didn't take long before his squirming turned into hard thrusts. Finally, as the end was in sight, he began to actually warn me -- like he was afraid I wouldn't want him to shoot in my mouth or something! Little did he know that's exactly what I wanted, and what I needed. I tried to figure it up once: assuming the average man shoots about one tablespoon of cum per shot, times the number of men I serviced in a year, times the number of years I'd been a first-class cocksucker...I figured I'd ingested almost three quarts of cum. That's a lot of protein. "Dad, I'm close...Dad, I can't hold it...Dad, be careful, I can't...I can't...Dad here it...here it...ahhhh, oh shit, Dad, oh shit Dad, oh god...I...Dad....Daddy...." His warm load began spurting into my hot mouth. It was a little on the thin side, but volume was great. At least five big squirts, pretty forceful ones, which I savored as long as I could. Talk about mixed feelings. My heart was pounding, yet I felt incredibly relaxed. I was totally satisfied with what I'd just done, but also ashamed. I was torn in two by the guilt that I had just sucked the juice out of my minor son's balls, and the thrill that he had loved it. My head swam. Not knowing which way my emotions would sort themselves out I decided to put off any feelings of guilt until tomorrow and savor the moment. And the cum. I swallowed his load slowly, reveling in the taste, the creaminess, and warmth of it. What a wonderful thing cum is. The food of the gods. I let his cock flop out of my mouth and began working my way back up to lie by his side. Once again we snuggled close, this time with me laying my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest, holding him close. I wanted to know if he was okay but struggled to find the right words. I started to hesitantly express that, whispering in his ear, but didn't get any further than, "Billy, I want you to know..." when he responded. He kissed me, full on the mouth, long, lingering, passionate. I had my answer. This was what I needed. But was it what he needed? I had some nagging questions that I needed answered. They could wait till tomorrow. The next morning I was up earlier than Billy and had breakfast waiting for him -- his favorite: cornflakes. Not too hard. He smiled. "Did you sleep well, son?" "Best rest I've ever had. God, I'm so glad you're home." "Me too." I relaxed knowing that he was more than cool with what happened last night. He wanted it as bad as I wanted it. Knowing that there was sex between us, that it was now out in the open, and that it could continue any time either of us wanted, was a wonderful feeling, almost lighthearted. But I still had my question so I thought I'd better set the stage a little. "You know, now that we've been...you know...intimate...I guess you could say we can talk about anything we want with each other." "I'd like that Dad, I really would." "So, here's a question. And again if it's none of my business just say so." "Sounds cool. Actually I have a question for you too, Dad. Actually a lot of questions." "Okay, son, you start." "You said you were with a couple people in Iraq? Fellow soldiers?" "Affirmative." "Men or women?" "Both men. To be honest, it was more than a couple, more like four or five. But just as honest, it was not as many as I'd like. If you want details I'll share them." "When did you start...you know...doing this?" "When I was about your age." "Did you do it with you own dad?" "No, but it wasn't for lack of trying! Again, details if you want them, but I'd be describing something that didn't happen. So, let's just leave it at `no.'" "Tell me about the first time you ever did it. Who was it with?" "My brother." "What?!? You did it with Uncle Steve?!" I had to chuckle. "Billy, you've done it with your own father -- which is worse?" [See my story "Learning to Love Cum," for an account of me servicing my brother]. "Yeah, guess I see your point. So what's your question Dad?" "Just one, really. Do you want to keep doing this? Really. Seriously." "Oh yes Dad, yes. I mean that." "Well, then here's one more: I wasn't the first, was I?" A long pause, then "How did you know." "Billy, I've busted enough cherries in my day to know." "Actually Dad, it's not like that. My answer should have been `yes and no.'" "Okay...go on." "Well, yeah, Dad, I've been with one other guy. We fooled around, jacked each other off, some fun stuff. I put his dick in my mouth but couldn't take it. He did the same to me with no problem. Guess I'm just not that big. But then he wanted to fuck me. And I wanted it too, bad. But when he tried he couldn't stick it in me without me screaming like a little girl. Dad, it hurt -- a lot! Too much for me to take it, anyway. We still get together now and then but it never seems to work out right. We just end up jacking each other off. So if you look at it that way, yes you were the first. You were sure the first to get it all the way in." After a pause he added, "You're good." "Hey I understand, I really do. Taking it up the ass can be painful at first. Especially if the guy on top doesn't have any technique. But I know you want it, and the good news is it gets easier. And the more you fuck the more your hole can stretch. Pretty soon you can take even a big one. If you do it enough you can accommodate just about any man." "What about sucking? I wasn't good at that either." "Again, don't worry about it. It's just a matter of learning a few techniques. And I'll be glad to teach you." He was grinning from ear to ear when he said "Right now?" "Absolutely!" I started stripping off my clothes. "School is now in session. Get yourself naked and sit down on the couch." He did as I asked, of course. What a sight we must have made. Bill and Billy, father and son, both naked as jaybirds getting ready to have sex. I stood in front of him for a few moments, feasting my eyes on his beautiful naked body, and letting him have a good look at mine. I loved the fact that it was broad daylight, we were both naked, and unashamed. Even though he and I had been at it pretty good in my bed last night, that was in the dark. It was all out in the open now. He'd never really seen me in the buff before. I could tell he liked what he saw. I almost found myself hoping someone would come to the door so we could both answer it naked. Wonder what they would have thought?! God I love sex with men. And boys. And incest. "We can do this with you sitting up or laying down, son, I'm okay either way." "I think I'd rather lay down." When he was comfortable, I straddled him about mid-chest, then started working my way up toward his mouth. I was doing my best to keep my cock soft in order to accommodate his still-virgin mouth. I wanted it to dangle over his lips, still soft. His failed attempt to do it with his buddy (I needed to find out who that was) had not gone well, but this was different. When I was in place, my dick was mere inches from his mouth, still soft although hardening up just a bit. "Start off by kissing it. Just the head for now." He obeyed closing his eyes to enjoy the moment even more. "Okay, now start licking my balls." I have low hangers, loose and floppy, and boy are they hairy. Some guys don't care for that of course, but tough tits, I'm not shaving them, or anywhere else. I like hair on other guys and on myself; my son obviously felt the same way. "Okay, back to the sausage. Lick the shaft a little bit, then get back to kissing the head." He did as I instructed. "You like it, don't you?" "Yes, Sir, I do." "Okay then, open your mouth...wider...stick out your tongue...." I slipped in my cockhead and about an inch of shaft. "Okay, just hold that for awhile. Get used to it. Enjoy the feeling of a man's dick in your mouth." I fed him another inch, then another. At that point I started a short rhythm of pumping in and out of his willing mouth. "Keep sucking, but roll your tongue around on it. That's it, son, tongue the head. Now tongue the shaft. Keep sucking. No, wait. stop..." I pulled it out his mouth and said "you're using your teeth. That's a big negative. Don't do it." We started in again, but again I was feeling way too much teeth. "No, here let me show you." I slipped it out again and said, "Look at me. Make your mouth like this," and showed him a classic mouth-open-lips-covering-the-teeth maneuver. He showed me he could do it, so I obligingly reinserted my penis. "Keep using your tongue. That's it. And keep sucking. Okay, I'm now going to stick it further in, but don't worry. You'll feel a gagging sensation, I won't kid you, but just try to ignore it. I'll only stick it down that far for a few seconds, then pull it right back out. Okay?" "Yes Sir." "Here you go." As predicted he did gag on it, but I didn't pull it out right away. I held it for a count of three seconds, then eased it back out. I would have left it in longer but I didn't want his breakfast corn flakes regurgitated on the carpet! Mainly I wanted him to feel the sensation and to understand that it's a feeling you can get past. "Catch your breath. We're going to try it again." I gave him several seconds to take several deep breaths. When he was more composed I asked, "Ready to try it again?" "Yes, Sir." "It's okay you don't have to always call me Sir. You can call me Dad anytime. Or even Daddy, if that's what you want." "Okay Dad, let's go!" "That's the spirit! Now open wide cause here it comes." Once again I started the long, slow, wonderful slide past his lips, though his mouth, and into his throat. This time when he started to gag, I pulled up slightly just long enough to say "This will be for a five count." He nodded in agreement but never dropped my cockhead out his mouth. What a boy! The training went on like that a few more minutes, then I said "Okay, just one more lesson for today then you get your reward. This lesson is called "deep throat. You know what that is?" "I think I do, but I'm not sure." "That's where you open up, relax your throat completely, and I go all the way down. It's past the gag reflex and the head will go all the way down inside your throat, not just in your mouth. Your nose will end up buried in my pubes, and you'll feel my balls hitting against your chin. It's a great feeling. You might need a little help getting there, though, so this is the way it's going to happen. I'll stick my cock in your mouth [God, I can't believe it was so easy to say that to him!] almost down to where it gags then I'll stop. Then I'll put my hand on the back of your head and pull you down on it the rest of the way. Hold it for as long as you can. When you've had all you can take just signal me and I'll let you pull off. Remember, stay loose. Got all that?" "Got it, Dad. How am I doing?" I meant it with all my heart when I said, "Oh my God, son, you're doing great! You are a natural-born cocksucker. You're going to be one the great ones someday." Then after a pause I added, "like me." He grinned and that did it for me. We started the...what should I call it? The procedure? The training exercise? Practice? Then I had it: `advanced cock sucking 101.' I did it to him just as I described and he held it for seven seconds! I was impressed and told him so. "That was perfect, and remember it gets easier the more you do it. Now you get your reward. I'm now going to cum in your mouth." "Be prepared to swallow," I added a little sternly. "Have you ever done that before?" "No, Sir! No, Dad, but I sure want to." "Here goes." I started thrusting my penis into my son's mouth. Not all the way and not forcefully, but determined to reach the goal. I'd given his throat quite a workout and I didn't want to tire him out, so as I felt my release coming, I reached down and put one hand around my cock, the other behind his head. I held onto the tip, while still fucking his mouth, in effect jacking off into his waiting lips. He remembered not to use his teeth, which showed me how much he really wanted to take what I was about to give him. As I reached the point of no return, I sped up slightly but kept my thrusts shallow. I wanted the bulk of my ball juice to end up in his mouth rather than down his throat so he could get the full enjoyment from it. The taste. The smell. The thickness of my cream. The sensation of swallowing some of the same DNA that made him. "Here it comes Son...get ready...I'm close...don't stop, don't stop...here...it...ugh, ugh, ugh...ahhhhh....." His mouth filled with my warm seed. I could smell the spermy richness myself. He seemed to be holding it in his mouth. Not sure whether he was appreciating the event, or was a little hesitant to swallow, which I understood. So I encouraged him by whispering, "Okay Billy now I want you to swallow." He did as I asked and his expression was indescribable. He looked like he had just won a marathon -- tied but very happy. My cock was softening, but still dripping with a bit of leftover jizz. I decided to seal the moment. I took his head in both my hands, tilted his face up, and kissed him like a lover. I then said "clean it off," and reinserted my now flaccid penis back in his mouth. He nursed it like he was a baby drinking from a bottle. It was one of the most satisfying moments of my life. We ended that session, but there were lots of others in the next few days. We fell into a wonderful routine that whole week. We would go through what I called "throat-stretching exercises" every morning either right before breakfast or right after. In the afternoon after he came home from school, we would jump into the shower together and enjoy soaping up each other's bodies. In the evening I would fuck him. His body got more and more adapted to being my sex toy. As I knew it would, his ass stretched to where he could accommodate my full cock easily and his now gag-free throat did the same. I filled his ass with cum every evening, and his mouth every morning. He loved it when I praised his skills. And, of course, I reciprocated. I enjoyed sucking him off, anytime he wanted, which was most of the time. Once he even came home for lunch just to get a blow job; another time he skipped a study hall to do the same. With the true stamina that only a teen age boy has he could shoot three, four, sometimes five times a day. My mouth was always there for him. Once I praised him by saying that there were men out there who would pay for sex with him. He laughed and said that he would gladly pay them! Because he said things like that, I didn't feel guilty in any way that I was using his ass and mouth for my pleasure. It made it so much hotter that he was my biological son, the son I had created with the semen he now craved. I shared a thought with him. "Seriously, you're developing great skills. You'll be in demand for the rest of your life. Especially down at the arcade." "What's that?" "Oh, I forgot you don't know about that yet. It's a really cool place down on Pollack Street, where guys go to meet up. It's called an adult book store, but they have a video arcade. Those are booths you can go into to watch sex videos on a TV screen. The best part is there is usually a hole in one wall of the booth. Men stick their cocks through the hole and you can give them a blowjob. Or you can do the same, and someone you don't know and have never met before will blow you. It's fantastic!" "Wow! What about fucking?" "Yep, that too. Sometimes it's through the hole, but usually two guys will pair up in the same booth to take care of business." "Man that sounds hot!" "Oh, it is. And believe me a young kid like you that can bend over and take it in the ass with no problem, or who can get down there and suck the juice right out of a guy's balls, just in exchange for a wink...I'm telling you, you'll be the most popular guy there." "Can we go there?" "No, sorry, at least not yet. It's adults only, and they're pretty strict. Maybe in a couple of years we can sneak you in, but not soon. But speaking of getting off with a guy other than me, what about the kid you said you'd been with. Do I know him?" "I don't think so. Do you know Greg? Greg McConnell? "No, should I?" "Guess not, but he's on the track team with me. He was in one of the pictures I sent you." "Cool. Do you think maybe he'd like to...I don't know...have a sleepover?" "And join us!? Hell yes! He is super-hot. You'll love him." "But, can he keep our secret? I don't want to end up in jail or a registered sex offender." "I'll be real subtle. I'll make sure. This will really be fun...!" To be continued...