Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:48:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: bi gay guy <bigay_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad is the Teacher

I suppose I don't have to put all the normal stuff up here.  You know what
this is, and if you are allowed to read such things.  It involves sex
between a father and his son.  If this turns you off, or you are not
allowed to read such stuff, then why are you here?

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Dad is the teacher

Where do I start this?  I guess it is best to tell you who I am, or at least who I
was when this all happened.  I was a married father of two boys.  I was 40
years old, and had been told that I didn't look that old.  I was/am 6'2" tall
and weighed about 185.  I was slim, and not at all muscular.  My hair, at that
time, was brown, rather long, and curly.  I have blue eyes that I am told are
brilliantly blue.  My wife and I had been married for 19 years, and loved
each other more then, than we did when we first got married.

Our sex life, however, left a lot to be desired.  It was not her, but ME!  I had
a hard time getting in the mood for it.  She wanted it almost anytime, but I
was the one that always had some feeble excuse or other.  The actual truth of
the matter was, was that she did not turn me on.  NOT that she was ugly or
anything, in fact, she was, and still is, a very good looking woman.  To be
completely honest, women didn't really turn me on.  MEN did and still do!  I
had tried all those years to deny it, and say that my experiences with other
guys had just been experimental, but I now realize, that it was far from just
experimental.  It was what I really wanted, but still had refused to admit it to
anyone, including myself.

My wife knew, and accepted the fact that I had played around some with
guys.  As a matter of fact, I had made a pass at the guy she was dating, when
we first met!  We had many a laugh over that one, over the years.  She once
told me that as long as it did not interfere with OUR sex life, she could
accept it, but I knew not to let her know of my little "indiscretions" with
guys.  I also had some gay porn literature that I kept well hidden.  By the
time of this story, I had grudgingly accepted that I might be bi.

Anyhow, that is who I was at that time.

My two sons were 16 and 18.  My older son, Brad, was a bit of a jerk.  I
loved him dearly, but he was very frustrating, from a parent's point of view.
He did not apply himself to his school work, and had some behavioral
problems with those of authority and with his peers.  Nothing severe, mind
you, but he always kept us on our toes, trying to keep him out of trouble, and
on the right road to adulthood.  I was the only one that he never sassed.  Dad
ruled with an iron fist, so to say (but never abusive).  Physically, he was
good looking.  He was about 5' 10" tall, around 190 lbs, (a little bit chubby),
cute green eyes, with long, fairly straight, dirty blond hair.  Not a hunk, but
over all, a pleasing package.

Derick, my second son, personality wise, was totally different.  My wife and
I often wondered how two totally different personalities came from the same
parents, and brought up in the same manner.  He was a great son to have.
Good in school, and rarely a problem with his behavior.  He was well liked,
athletic, and did I mention GORGEOUS?  He was 5'9" tall, about 165 lbs,
very curly light brown hair, and the most beautiful, sexy brown eyes I have
ever run across!  I swear, if I was to look up the term "sex appeal", Derick's
picture would be displayed!  He would sometimes say that it was
embarrassing the way some of the girls at school virtually threw themselves
at him, NOT that he didn't accept some of their approaches, the young
whore dog!

Now in our house, nudity was fully accepted.  I rarely wore any clothes
when I was home.  We had gone as a family to nudist, or clothing optional
beaches.  So the boys had seen Mom and me naked, a lot.  And we got to
watch as the boys grew up and matured.  Both boys were very nicely
endowed, maybe taking after dear old Dad, as I am about 7 1/2" and cut, and
both of them are cut, too.  Brad was hairier than Derick and I are, but none
of us had a fur matt on our chests, just a light sprinkling of hair.  But, Brad's
bush and treasure trail were thicker than Derick's and mine.

We also had a very open relationship, where the boys could ask us anything.
My wife and I answered their questions as truthfully as we felt they could
understand.  We were very honest with them.  Some times, it was VERY
difficult to answer them truthfully, but we did.  We openly answered their
questions about sex, and we made sure they knew that they could continue to
ask these questions.  We also talked to them about safe sex and condoms,
and we made them readily available to them, but we warned that we were
not giving them permission to become sex sluts.  We instilled in them that
sex was special, and not to be engaged in with just anyone.  It seems, now
over 15 years later, that they listened to us, on this point.  They were NOT
sexual recluses, but they were also very careful and discrete in their sexual
activities.

OK, now I have given you an idea of what we were like, and what our home
life was like, when this story starts.  Both boys were still virgins, as far as
sex with women and other guys.  They both had been masturbating, and
loving it, for a long time.  Both boys discovered VERY early, that it felt very
good to fondle their cocks.  I can remember they would each have their hand
down in their diaper, fondling themselves.  It was a constant battle we had
with them not to do that in public.  As they grew older, they continued
their fascination with playing with their cocks.  I can't tell you how many
times they were told, that if they wanted to do that to please go into their
room, as no one want to watch them do it.  I kept telling myself that I was a
sick individual, in that I actually DID enjoy watching them, and seeing them
walk around with a hardon.  I saw that quite often, as I said, nudity was
accepted in our home, and they did not seem to be embarrassed to walk
around, naked, even with a hardon.

On this particular Saturday morning, Mom and Brad had gone somewhere,
and wouldn't be back till late afternoon.  I was still in bed, just sort of lazing
there.  Derick came in, and crawled in bed with me, which was not unusual
for the boys to crawl in bed with me or Mom or both of us.  Nothing sexual,
just family cuddling.  We were both naked, but again, nothing unusual, nor
sexual.  I was lying on my back and he cuddled up, and placed his head on
my chest, and I brought my arm around him.  We just laid there talking
about nothing in particular.  We turned on the television and started
watching it, while we just lounged around in bed.  The show that was on,
mentioned gay activities between two boys.  Derick asked me if I had ever
done anything sexual with a guy.

I was shocked!  How do I answer this?

Going with our history of being truthful, I mentioned that I had
"experimented" with male and male fun.  He started to pump me for details
of whom and what we did.  I refused to tell him with who, as I told him that
was not information that he was privileged to.  He accepted that, but pushed
for details on what we had done.  I grudgingly admitted that we had fondled
each other's cocks.  He pushed for more details, and got out of me that we
eventually ended up giving each other oral satisfaction.  He tried to get more
details of my sexual experiences with guys.  I tried to distract his line of
questioning, by asking him what had brought all this up.

He missed the point that I had not answered his questions, but then started to
tell me where he was coming from.  He told me that he almost always
thought about sex, but had not felt comfortable with having sex with a girl,
yet, as he didn't feel any strong feelings for any of his female friends.  I told
him, that as a 16 year old, it was VERY normal to have a lot of thoughts
about sex, and commended him on refraining from have sex, just for sex's
sake.  He said that he just felt so frustrated, not having done anything with
anyone else, yet.  I sort of chuckled and told him that the problem with sex
at his age, was that there was rarely anyone to enjoy it with.  It was usually a
lone act.  He laughingly punched me and said that it wasn't funny, even
though true.  I asked him why he was laughing, if it wasn't funny.  He again
lovingly and jokingly hit me.

We started a bit of a wrestling match, and I soon realized that his cock was
at full staff, and hard as a rock.  It did not take me long, before I was in the
same condition.  I tried to keep my crotch away from him, so that he would
not realize that I was hard, too.  He yanked the covers off us, so that he
could really tackle me.  He stopped and stared when he saw how hard I was.
He asked, (now very serious, again) if I was turned on by feeling his naked
body next to him.

Oh my GOD!  How do I handle THIS?

Thousand of thoughts were rushing through my mind, as I tried to figure this
out.  One thought was firm in my mind though, was that I would have to
curtail this cuddling, naked, with my sons.  But how do I answer my son's
serious question?

I stumbled through the point that guys sometimes get hardons at very
inopportune times, with out good reasoning.  It wasn't completely true, in
this case, but how could I admit, that he DID turn me on?

He then asked if we could jerk off together, or even jerk each other off.
(Boy was I uncomfortable with this whole morning's turn of events!)  I told
him that it would not be correct, or even legal for us to do anything like that.
He argued that since I had already done things with guys, and he hadn't, it
was right for me to teach him.  He also said that we loved each other, so it
WOULD be with someone special.  I was also someone he could completely
trust, so where was the problem?  I told him that it was just wrong for a
father to take advantage of his son.  Morally wrong and VERY illegal.
Derick pleaded that I would not be taking advantage of him, because he
WANTED to do this, and that no one would ever know about it, and
morally, it was just a loving father making sure that his son was properly
instructed in one of life's lessons, so where was it wrong?

As much as I was secretly sexually excited about the idea, I still felt it was
wrong, so I tried to talk him out of it.  We had been talking for over a half an
hour, yet through it all, neither one of us lost our erections.  My son was
gradually wearing down my defenses.  After all, was it REALLY that wrong
to instruct my son, safely, in male on male sexual activities?

He then grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it, and asked, "Don't you
LIKE what I am doing?"

I tried to keep my wits about me, but felt my logic moving from one head, to
the one between my legs.  I tried to remove his hand, and talk him out of it,
but he was insistent, and my normal firm control over my children was
quickly slipping away.  What he was doing DID feel great, and I WAS very
turned on!  I finally gave in and told him that I guessed that we could try it
out, this ONE TIME only!

He smiled enough to split his face in two.  He asked me to grab his cock, and
start playing with it.  The whole time, he continued playing with my cock.  I
was on cloud nine, and about ready to blow my load.  This was my hot sexy
son I was playing with!  We were both breathing hard.  He asked me if I
would give him a blowjob.

OMG!  Could I go that far?

Well, in the state that I was in, it did not take much persuasion on my son's
part to convince me to do it.  I crawled down between his legs and lovingly
licked the precum off the tip of his hard cock.  It tasted wonderful!  I LOVE
sucking cock!  Sucking cock, getting fucked, and cuddling naked with a guy
are my favorite gay sexual acts!  And here I had my hot son's cock at my
lips!  I slowly licked my way down his pulsing shaft, and got down to his
low hanging nuts, and gave them a good tongue bath.  I then sucked his right
one into my mouth and sucked on it.  Derick was moaning almost
continuously by this time.  I pulled my head back, and stretched his ball out
and away from his body, until it popped out of my mouth.  I then went for
his left testicle.  He loved what I was doing to him, almost as much as I
loved doing it!

After devoting a lot of time to his hot nuts, I licked my way up to the top of
his fuck stick, and then proceeded to show him what a great blow job felt
like.  With my lips tight on his head, and my tongue flicking into the piss
slit, I rotated my head back and forth, and even nibbled a bit with my teeth.
I then proceeded to work my way down his shaft, till it reached my throat
opening.  I had a bit of a time, getting him down my throat, as it had been a
while.  I finally succeeded and taught him what a deep throat felt like.  I
nursed on his cock for a bit, while in my throat, and then pulled back up to
his head, to give variety, AND to take a much needed breath.  I continued to
lovingly work his dick over as it had never been worked before.  Up and
down, twisting my head, humming on it when it was deep in my throat,
working the piss hole when I was at the top.

I don't know which of us was enjoying it more, him or me.  I LOVE
servicing a guy's cock!  To work a guy over, and see the man's reaction to
my technique really turns me on!  And here I was servicing my darling, hot,
sexy son's cock!  Could life get any better?  At the time, I was not thinking
about whether it was right or wrong, all I could think about is giving him the
most pleasure that I possibly could.

By this time, he was thrashing about on the bed, almost screaming his
pleasure.  I LOVED it!  At various times, I would fondle his balls, that were
slowly getting pulled closer and closer to his body.  I also reached up, with
my hands, and worked his tits over, pinching and pulling on his tight, hard
nipples.  He was sweating like a horse, yet a clean sexy smell that I loved.
His hands kept rubbing my head, and running through my hair, at times
pulling me tight against his cock, my nose buried in his curly bush.  The
smell and feelings were fantastic!

I can't ever remember getting the intense reaction from any other guy that I
had blown, and I had blown quite a few guys, by this time.

It seems like I had been sucking on his fuck stick for hours.  Who knows
how long it actually was.  All I know is that both of us were fully enjoying
it, and were not paying any attention to time.

I took both my hands and grabbed his bubble butt cheeks, one in each hand,
more to keep him a little bit still, than to do anything to turn him on any
more.  But he loved me holding on for dear life!  I felt him tightening up, so
I grabbed hold and started squeezing and rubbing his ass cheeks, and
running my thumbs in his hot crack, yet never really paying too much
attention to his asshole.  He was incoherently moaning and crying out.  I felt
his nuts pull up tight under my chin, and his cock swell to greater portions.  I
knew he was about to blow his wad.   I was ready and desperately wanted
his load!  I deep throated him again and hummed on him good, and felt his
cum chute, under his cock, swell and start to pulse.  I knew it was time!  I
pulled back, and kept my lips just behind the head of his shaft, and let my
tongue go wild on his cum hole.

Then he exploded!  He came with such force, that I thought he was trying to
drill a hole into my head.  My God, what a load of cum!  I kept swallowing
and trying to keep up with his copious outpouring.  Some of it seeped out
around my lips, as I was trying to swallow every delicious drop.  I don't
know how many shots he gave me, I wasn't counting.  All I know is that the
first protein meal I got from my son, was HUGE!  It seemed like he was
never going to stop shooting, but finally it slowed and stopped.  I kept
sucking and nursing, going down on him, and locking my lips tight to the
base of his cock, and pulling back up to squeeze out every drop of cum.  I
did this a few times when he finally screamed for me to get off him, as he
was so sensitive.

Grudgingly, I let his softening prick slip from my lips.  I then proceeded to
clean up any cum that had slipped from my lips.  I gave his crotch a
thorough tongue bath, making sure I didn't miss any.

I then crawled up from his crotch, and hugged him to me, and asked how he
was doing.  He lay there, panting in my arms for a while, while he came
down from his enormous high.  As his heart beat started to slow down, and
his breathing became closer to normal, he looked over at me, and then
grabbed me in a bear hug that I thought would crush my ribs.  He told me
that that was the most wonderful, earth shattering climax he had ever had,
and didn't know it could feel so good!

I rolled over onto my back, and pulled him on top of me, so that he was
diagonal on my body, resting his head on my shoulder.  We were still
hugging each other.  All I could do is smile, and savor the memory, and
flavor of my son's donation to my mouth, and stomach.

He then snapped up and looked at me and asked me about me!  I never got
off.  I told him that it was fine, I was just so happy to see that he enjoyed it
so much.  He told me that it wasn't fair, that he got off, and I didn't.  He
reached down and started to play with my cock, and told me that he was not
sure if he could do as well on me, as I did on him, but he was sure going to
try.  I tried to talk him out of it, telling him it wasn't necessary, I did not
have to get off to enjoy myself.  While we talked, he kept playing with and
stroking my cock, that was so hard and fired up, that I blew my load, before
he even got a chance to try to suck me off, I was so hot!

He cracked up laughing and said: "Yah, Dad!  You didn't NEED to get off!
There must be a gallon of jizz over the two of us, and it just took a few
strokes to get you off!"

"Well son," I told him, "you DID get me very hot!

"It looks like both of us need to take a shower, to cool down and clean up
this mess I made!"

He asked, "Can we shower together, like we used to when I was little?"

"Sure, son, let's go ..."

It wasn't until later that my mind realized what I had done, and I started
beating my self up over it.  The guilt was phenomenal!  I couldn't believe I
had let things get so out of hand.  What had this disgusting, dirty old man,
done to such a sweet child?  My own SON!  I was wracked with guilt.  How
could I do such a thing?

Yet, little did I know, at that time, that we would do things together again ...
and again ....

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Let me know if this story is worth continuing.  I have to admit, I had a lot of
fun writing it!  Did any of you get your rocks off while reading it?  Or is it
not that type of story?

I can be reached at: bigay_guy@yahoo.com