Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2011 15:21:09 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kenny

I think this goes under incest.

Thanks for the great site.

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Kendell Jr. Bonwick is my name. I 55 years old. I've raised my kids and my
wife pasted a few years ago. Recently I found out about my other son which
my wife didn't know about. I didn't expect to hear about him. He was
fourteen when he came to live with me. His mother didn't want anything to
do with me when she found out I was married. It had been a causal
relationship. I didn't even know he existed to recently. His mother had
died and no one wanted him. You see the boy was retarded, I know mentally
challenged. Whatever it was I didn't care.

I took him in with the understanding that he needed help. The paper work I
got said that when he was born he didn't get enough oxygen or something. He
was a smart kid, but he was just mentally about 6 years old. He might never
act any older. He was also real wild. I wondered how I could settle him
down. After about a week I went to the doctor and talk with her.
    "The boy is real smart but he's so wild and almost uncontrollable."
    "There are a lot of medications we can use."
    "No June. I don't like the side effects."
    "I agree with you. Then you only have two other options."
    "What are they?"
    "Well, there's a home for kids like him or you just deal with it."
    "What do yo mean deal with it?"
    "Just that, unless you want to try something off the record."  I was
feeling frustrated by the way she was talking. "June talk to me as a
friend. I've know you for 20 years."
   "OK as your friend I read some reports about sex being a calming
factor."
   "So do I hire him a prostitue or something."
   "I don't want to know that Ken. I'm just telling you that if he some how
sexually active that might balance him out. Boys are worse when it comes to
the hormones setting them up for being wild. Think about what it was like
when you were 14 years old."
   "I only remember being so crazy till I jerked off. Then the world
was...OK."
   "That's my point...So you will have to deal with how he acts regarding
his actions."

June and I had been in high school together. Our kids had been to the same
school together. If she wasn't married, I might ask her. Well I'm getting
off the subject.

So I took my smart/ mental challenged son home and started thinking about
how to deal with it.  Everything for Kenny broke down to like or don't
like. So that was how everything was. So one morning I decided to hire
tutors for Kenny from now on. I was retired and the insurace from my wife's
death was safely invested just enough. She had been business woman made as
much money as me. So her 401k also was invested. It brought together just
enough to meet my expenses. One other factor helped. I owned my home
fully. No mortgage every month. It was a small 3 bedroom house. So the
tutors came 3 days a week to teach my son. He grade had been good.

But to the last issue...

Sex, what did my son know. I asked him. He was mentally 6 in a 14 year old
body.
   "Kenny what do you know about sex?"
   "Daddy did it with mommy to get me."
   "Yes, but what is it?"
   "Um, I don't know Daddy. What is it?"

Well there you have it. So I started with how boys have penises and girls
don't, like mommy. He took it all in and even asked a few questions. I then
asked him if he ever touch his penis other than to clean it or go to the
bathroom.
   "What else is there Daddy."
   "I said a lot honey." He smiled when I called him honey. He was a
wonderful child. I figured he'd never live a life away from me. So I would
teach him all he needed to know.
   "I will show you tonight at bedtime."
   "Will I like it?" He asked.
   "I don't know. We will find out.  Go play with your toys for now Honey."

He went to go play with his toys. It was such a wild play. He ran a lot and
landed on things like a monkey or worse. I had rearranged the house so he
wouldn't get hurt by the environment.

Well that night in his room he was waiting for me to kiss him good night.
   "Daddy will you tell me more of sex?"  This boy was smart.
   "Yes I told you I would honey. Your penis is good for rubbing."
   "Show me Daddy."

O my show him. Well here goes.

I pulled down his pajama bottoms, which is all he wore to bed. No underwear
or shirt. He looked so much like me. Even his looks were the same. That is
why I knew he was my son the first time I saw him.

I then licked my hand and started to rubbed his penis. He was cut...again
just like me. It got hard and started to pulse in my hand. I had almost 7
inches of meat when hard. His looked to be about just a bit smaller. He
just laid there and smiled at me. There was so much "I trust you" in his
face.
   "Do you like it?"
   "Yes Daddy It feels good. I can do this anytime I want?"
   "Save it for showers or bedtime."
   "Yes Daddy."
   "This is private stuff Daddy?"
  "Yes it is. Just you and me buddy."  He got a look of how glad he was to
be my son.
  "O Daddy it feels real good. I like this a lot."  Soon I was moving my
hand real fast and he was panting like crazy. I don't know why but I leaned
down and took his penis into my mouth. "O Daddy that's so good. I like that
a lot."
   "O Daddy it feels good and weird. I have to pee." I felt his member
swell in my mouth and then it shot into my mouth 4 shots. They weren't
small. I had a mouthful.  He had panted real loud with a O sound with each
shot.
   "Sorry Daddy I peed in your mouth. But It was wonderful. I liked it a
lot."
   "Buddy, it wasn't pee. It was sperm to make babies. It was OK. If I
didn't want it in my mouth, I wouldn't have done that."  He got a look on
his face. He smiled and then remembered all I had told him about sex. He
then looked sleepy.
   "I am glad you can't have a baby Daddy. I want to be your baby boy. I am
right Daddy?"
   "Yes Honey, you are my baby boy. I love you so much."
   "Me too. I love you so much. I like this sex stuff so much too."  I
kissed my son on the face and he kissed mine. Then I muttered goodnight and
he said the same.

He was calmer as he went to sleep. It went the same for a couple of
weeks. He was so much calmer. When the tutors asked, I just said it was
diet. I called June and told her that I was dealing with it. She asked if
he was calmer. I said yes. His play time was quite at times. He often
seemed like a different child. I was good for both of us. I figured I live
longer without the stress.

Jake Audio
jakeaudio@hotmail.com