Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:53:06 -0700 (PDT) From: bi gay guy Subject: Dad is the Teach - 3 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? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dad is the teacher - Part 3 I looked up at Derick, and saw a look of shock on his face. Not disgust, just surprise and shock. Then I saw curiosity come across his face, and he asked, "Do you mean you've actually had a guy's cock INSIDE you? IN your ASS? WOW! I never knew that guys did that to each other! Didn't it hurt like hell? Didn't his dick get covered with your shit? And you LIKED it? What was it like?" I sort of chuckled to myself, as he was throwing questions out, one on top of another. But I was relieved to see no disgust or disgrace there, just pure curiosity. But how do I answer those questions? Is he ready for this? Am "I" ready to admit these things to him? Well, I guess I had dug this hole, so I might as well be honest and answer his questions. He now knows that I had been fucked. What more could it change, if I just went ahead and answered his questions? "Well, son'" I started explaining, "first of all, YES, guys DO do that to each other, and many really get off on it. And did it hurt? Yes, the first time was the worst, but it got better the next few times, and didn't hurt anywhere near as much ... " "WHAT?" he interrupted me, "you have had it done to you MORE than once? HOLY SHIT, Dad! How many times have you been fucked, and WHO did it to you?" I shook my head, and told him, "Son, I will never tell you who I have had sex with. That is private information, and it wouldn't be right for me to tell you who it was with, so please don't ask. To use an old expression, 'you never kiss and tell' who you have sex with. You know a few of them, but you'd never guess that they did things like that." "A FEW of them?" he asked. "Like how many guys have fucked you?" I answered, "That is another thing I won't answer. That is private information, not to be shared with anyone. But, I will admit it has been more than once or twice." "Wow, Dad! I never even suspected that you were a fag! You don't act or look like one!" he exclaimed. "First and foremost, Son," I said, while trying to hold back my temper, "don't ever call me, or anyone else a 'FAG' as that is a very nasty and derogatory term. Gay or homosexual are more appropriate terms to use, and they aren't any where near as insulting, even though, depending on how they are used, those two words can be used as an insult, too. "Secondly, even if I was gay or a homosexual, which I am NOT, (author's note: BOY was I in denial, back then!) what would I look like? How am I supposed to act? By insinuating that a person has to act or look a certain way, just because of their sex, sexual preference, religion, race or any other criteria, is rather insulting, and even a predjudiced way of thinking. I had hoped that Mom and I had brought you up better than that!" I had to chuckle to myself, as here I was, naked, with a hardon, with my naked son in my arms, laying out in the open, on a warm late summer Saturday, giving a lecture on proper behavior and attitude. Was I trying to defuse the hot scene? Trying to get out of this with my sanity still in tact? It is amazing where your mind can wander, even when you are intent on your subject! "Sorry, Dad," he meekly replied, "I didn't mean to be insulting by calling you that. But you admitted that you liked sucking on my cock, and that you liked getting dick up your butt, doesn't that make you a fa... I mean gay? And the fact that I liked it too, does that mean that I am gay too?" "Good catch," I laughed at him while responding, "if you'd have called me a fag again, I might have had to hurt you!" He said, "Well it's what all the guys call those types of people. So it is a habit, I guess." "Well, get out of that habit," I answered back, "and I would think that you might try to get "all the guys" to stop using that term, at least around you. Tell them how offensive and demeaning it is. "Now are you and I gay, because we like this? No. If you remember, haha, you ARE my son, so I must have had sex with your mother in order too produce you and your brother! AND we are still married and still have sex." "EUUUWWWW!!!" he cried, "TOO much information, Dad!" "Oh," I said, "I can suck your cock, and talk about me getting fucked up the ass, oh, and by the way, if you notice, I have not mentioned anything about the language you've been using, as I feel it's rather appropriate to use those blunt terms. Anyhow, we can talk about blow jobs, and anal sex, and NOT talk about Mom and I 'getting it on', is that right?" He replied, "Dad, there's just something gross about you talking to me about you and Mom having sex. I can't explain it." "Ok, I will let that slide, then," I told him. "But to get back to your question about us being gay, just because we enjoy this, does not make us gay. Obviously I have sex with a female, so I guess ... ... you could say that I might be ... ... bisexual, that I like sex with both males and females. "But, you ... ... It is fairly obvious how attracted you are to the opposite sex. And this, that we've done, is just horniness and curiosity on your part. You may never do anything like this again, so I wouldn't worry about being gay." "Whoa!" he called out, "we ARE going to do this again, and even MORE!" "Now son," I explained, "we really shouldn't ... ... " Now his dominant trait came back to the surface, again, as he grabbed my ass with his firm hand, and told me, "We ARE going to do more, AND I'm going to try to fuck this ass of yours! And, I might even let you fuck me, I don't know. But I AM going to fuck YOU! And I still have not tried giving you a blow job. There's MUCH more that we'll be doing. Get used to it, Dad!" I had been looking at his face, while we had this whole discussion, but now I laid my head back on his chest, and said meekly, "Ok, Son, if you insist." Where the hell was my backbone? Why was I letting my SON tell me what to do? Why am I getting all submissive and cowering to his dominance? I AM the DAD! "I" call the shots! Right? Why was I caving in to him? And scarier still, why did it feel so right? What was happening to me? I not only have sex with my son, but now I am giving in to his demands, like he is the boss and I am subservient to him. I was SO confused! JUST what I needed! MORE shit to mess my head up! But, deep down, I guess I realized that I LIKED submitting to him. I wondered how far he would take this Dominant/submissive role. I think I was getting turned on by the whole idea. Finally, after looking at me for a moment, Derick said, "OK! Now let's get this show on the road!" But then he had a confused look on his face, and sheepishly asked, "Ummm ... ... Exactly how do we do this? Do I just shove my cock in your ass?" "Ah, NO!" I exclaimed. "It has been quite a while since I have had anything up there, so it will take some time. We will have to get some lubricant, and then some condoms, and take our time in doing it. You are well endowed, and it will take some work and going slowly, for me to be able to take you." He complained, "But I want to do it NOW! We are alone, and I am so horny, even if I did just get off, I WANT to fuck you NOW! Can't we do it now? And why do we need a condom? There is no chance of you getting pregnant, or is there?" he jokingly asked. I laughed as I thumped him on his chest, and said, "Ya little brat, you're probably shooting blanks outta that lil thing, so no chance of me getting pregnant!" "Hey," he cried out, "You just got finished telling me that I am 'well endowed' and now you call it a 'lil thing'? Make up your mind, old man!" We joked for a bit, throwing barbs back and forth, but then he wanted to get to the actual act, so he got serious, and asked, "Really, Dad, why do we need condoms? Pregnancy is not an issue, and both of us are disease free, so why do we need them?" "How do you know," I asked him, "if we are disease free? You can't just assume it, because you love me." "Well, Dad," he explained, "as you know, I am still a virgin, so I couldn't have caught anything. And I assume that you've been very careful, so that you don't pass anything on to Mom, so I would bet that you are disease free too." "Well," I responded, "as a matter of fact, I was just tested last month, and it came clear. And I haven't had sex with anyone, except your mother in well over a year. So yes, I guess it would be safe to have unprotected sex with you. But that still doesn't solve the problem of lubrication. Neither of us produces much precum, so we can't use that." He looked dejected for a few minutes, and then his face lit up, and he extracted himself from my arms, and ran back to his car, and went into his glove compartment. GAWD, it was hot as hell to watch him sprint, naked, thru the grass. His semi hardon bouncing from one thigh to the other. That beautiful ass and legs flexing as he ran ... ... Damn he is sexy! I was lying on my belly, with my head resting in my two hands, my arms bent at the elbow to provide a good holder for my chin, my cock started to regain some of its firmness that it had lost, while we talked. I was thoroughly enjoying the inadvertent show he was providing me. He came back from the car, with a tub of Vaseline! I was flabbergasted! I asked him, "What the hell are you doing with THAT in your car?" He laughed, and said, "When I bought the car from Mr. Williams, he told me that I had to be careful because the gaskets around the windows and top tended to freeze to the windows, in the winter. He said the way to prevent it, was to keep a light coating of Vaseline on the rubber. So I have been! And NOW we have lubricant, right?" I laughed at him and said, "But Son, it's no where near winter!" He said, "But I have kept a light coating on it, so when winter gets here, I won't have to worry about it, because I have been doing it all year long! So will this work as lubricant?" "Well," I answered, "it isn't the best out there, but it has been used for years for just that purpose, so yes, that does do the job. "But, Son, we can't do it here, and now. We have to get home. Mom will wonder where we've been. And what if someone came and caught us?" He got that firm look in his eyes again and told me, "Look, Dad, we ARE going to do it! You've no say in it! It's only about 2 o'clock, and Mom won't be ready for dinner till around 6, so we have plenty of time. "And in all the times that we've been here fishing, we've never seen anyone else here, and almost no signs that anyone else has been here. So we are safe. "So how do we do this? What do I do first?" I resigned myself to the fact that I was about to get fucked, and to tell the truth, I was rather excited and turned on by the thought. There were several things causing this: First, I LOVED getting fucked! Second, it was my sexy son that was going to fuck me! And third, I was really getting turned on by him calling the shots, and becoming so domineering over me. I had never realized the fact that I wanted to be dominated! Who would have known? I was the boss at work, and I was the dominant one in our household. Maybe that is why I wanted to be dominated, because in every other aspect of my like, I was suppose to be the 'boss' ... ... the one in charge ... ... the one calling all the shots. And here I was submitting control over to someone less than half my age. A 16 year old! What was happening to me? Or at least the 'me' that I always thought I knew? Well, I just started to explain what he had to do. I first looked at his fingernails and explained that he had to be careful not to do any damage to the fragile colon lining, such as scraping it with long fingernails. His nails were trimmed down low, so that wasn't a problem. Then I told him that he had to take some Vaseline and rub it around my anus, and then work some into my ass, with his finger. He then had to work his finger in and out of my ass, to loosen me up. He then had to work a second finger in, and work those around, and the finally work in a third finger, and work them around, in and out, and stretching them apart, while in my ass, to get me to loosen up and relax, so that I would be prepared for his girth. I told him that he had to take it slow and easy, and if I asked him to hold up, to just stop what he was doing so that my ass could adjust. I would let him know when he could continue. He looked a bit disgusted about having to stick his finger up my ass, and asked if he would get covered with shit. I told him that I had taken a good healthy dump, earlier, so he shouldn't feel anything, but even if he did get some on him, it wasn't the worse thing to ever happen to him. If he wanted to stick his dick in me, he would have to do those things in order to get me prepared. He had me lie on my back so he could watch my face. I then pulled my legs up so that my knees were on each side of my chest, and with a grimace, started to work the Vaseline around my ass, and finally into it. I moaned when I felt his finger pop into me. He worked it around a bit, and then pulled it out and shoved it back in. He said, "Gee Dad, that feels kinda neat! And it is SO warm in there! And your ass, out at the outside is SO tight, and then it is very loose and flexible, once on the inside of it." I loved the feeling of his finger in my ass, but I was still able to explain that it was the sphincter muscle that he felt on the outside, but once inside the fairly thick sphincter, it should be fairly soft and moveable. After a few moments, he then put in a second finger in. It hurt a little bit, but not bad at all. He was starting to get into what he was doing, and enjoying it. He pushed his fingers in as far as they went, and started to wiggle them around, and all of a sudden ... ... OMG!!!! He hit my button! I jerk and let out a loud moan. It surprised him and he yanked his fingers out and asked, "What was that? I felt a hard lump in there, and when I rubbed across it, you jerked. Did I hurt you? Is there a problem?" My ass was missing his fingers, and I told him, "No, Son, there is NOT a problem! That hard thing you felt is my prostate gland, and when you rubbed it, it was SO erotic and felt SO good, I couldn't help my reaction! When you're in there, with your fingers or your dick, you wanna try to hit that spot as often as you can to give your partner the best experience. Now PLEASE put your fingers back in!" He smiled and put his fingers back in my wanton hole. Here I was, lying on my back, holding my legs up, giving him full and easy access. My head was pressed back, my chin sticking up, as I enjoyed what was being done to me. He was sitting down facing my ass, with his legs on each side of me. He had full view of my reactions to his menstruations in my ass. He noticed how rock solid my cock was. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of my dick and started to stroke it. I was on cloud nine! What he was doing felt SO good! It had been SO long since I had had anything up my ass! He kept stroking my rigid rod, and then I felt his warms lips wrap around it, as he put his virginal mouth on my hot cock! I almost blew my load, right then. Somehow, I managed to keep it from spewing. I told him that he didn't have to suck me off, if he didn't want to. But he told me that he wanted to try it, and see how he liked it. So far, he said that he thought it was neat, and he liked the feel of my cock in his mouth. It was spongy, yet firm. He also said that he wanted to taste what my sperm tasted like. So, as he was giving me head, he continued to work my asshole over with his two fingers. At one point he really rubbed my prostate hard, and I squirmed a bit. When I did that, I pushed up into his mouth, deeper than it had been, he gagged, and inadvertently scrapped his teeth against my dick. "OUCH!" I cried out. "Be very careful with your teeth. That really hurts. I am sorry I lurched up, but you have to make sure your teeth don't scrape my cock." He took his mouth off my rod, and said, "I'm sorry, Dad, but I didn't expect you to jump. I was trying to get all of your cock in my mouth, but it is not easy." "Don't worry," I told him, "it takes time to train your throat to relax, and keep from gagging. It's a natural reaction. You're doing just great, so don't worry. As it is, I'm doing my utmost not to blow into your mouth. I'm SO close!" He answered back, "Don't hold off, Dad! I WANT you to cum, and I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to experience what it is like, and see how you taste." He had stopped playing with my ass, but had left his two fingers in, while we talked. He then started back with moving his hand in and out, and twisting them around. He also went back down on my cock. He was able to get about four inches of my seven and a half inch baby maker in his mouth. He had his hand around the base, holding it upright. My GOD! The feelings that I had! His fingers felt SO good in my ass! And although very inexperienced with giving a guy oral sex, he was surely getting me close to blowing! I was thrashing around, by this time, and moaning constantly. My ass was so alive, and responding to his manipulations. The feelings were transferred directly to my cock. I felt the impending explosion building. This time, I let it go to its inevitable conclusion. I felt my nads pull up tight; I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I blew. "SON!" I screamed out, just before my cock blasted his mouth with my milky substance. I was unable to give him any other warning. I felt my ass close down tight on his fingers. I spread my legs further apart as I pumped up into his mouth. I think my ass was trying to break off his fingers, I was clenching so hard. He gagged, chocked and coughed as I filled him up with hot sperm. He was so unprepared for my forceful discharge that he even coughed some out his nose. I give him credit, though, as he never took his mouth off my spewing shaft. He swallowed most of what I pumped into him. Some, as I said, did get forced out his nose, and some seeped out around his lips, but the rest he was able to swallow. What an AWESOME release! It wasn't the best blow job I had ever gotten, but as the old saying goes, "There is no such thing as a BAD blowjob." What made it so special is WHO gave it to me, and the love and determination that were all over his face. He continued to nurse on my cock, sucking all that he could out of me. I finally had to pull him off me, as I was so tender. He had never removed his fingers from my ass, even though he had stopped most movement. He sat back up straight, and looked at me with a silly grin on his face, and cum leaking out his nose, and around his lips. He tried to wipe off his upper lip and nose with the back of his hand, but then realized that his hand was also coated with slime. He wiped his hand on the grass a few times, and then was able to wipe off the remnants from his nose and around his mouth. He sat looking at me, while he gently continued to stroke my ass, with his fingers, waiting for me to become coherent again. I was finally able to put words together into intelligible sentences, and told him, "That was fucking GREAT, Son! WOW! ... ... ... So what did you think of it, and how'd it taste?" "Dad," he replied, "I think it was awesome that I was able to get you off, although I am not sure if I liked the taste of your cum, or not. I for SURE did NOT like it coming out through my nose! The taste was rather yucky. Kinda slimy and a VERY different taste, but overall not too bad. Maybe after a few more times, I will get to like it as much as you do." "Well," I told him, "not everyone likes the taste, or even to have it in their mouth. It is something that's different for each of us. But I can tell you THIS, there are some that would've cried to see you wipe the excess onto the ground! People like me would've licked it all off, and not waste any." "Hmmmm ... " he commented, "I never thought to do that." I lay there, still holding my legs up, while he continued to nonchalantly stroke my ass. As I looked down at him, I noticed that his cock had deflated a bit, while giving me the blowjob. But as I lay there looking, I saw a grin come over his face, and life start to return to his male member. Then he said, "But I still have to fuck you! You are NOT getting out of that!" OH SHIT! Could I take anymore stimulation and excitement? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well this looks like a good stopping point. I will write more, soon. 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