Date: Thu, 27 May 2021 11:41:39 +0000 (UTC) From: john Subject: More World Peace Chapter 1 All the usual disclaimers apply. If this material is illegal where you live, stop reading now ! The following is complete and utter fiction. It did not happen. These characters are not related in any way to any actual person or persons, either living or dead. Got it ? Good ! Nifty needs our donations to survive. Donation before masturbation. Seriously, guys ! http : // donate . nifty . Org / donate . html Please send me constructive comments at akman2001@yahoo.com. Thanks, guys! More World Peace # 1 The title of our story is the catch phrase our son uses all the time. More World Peace. We like it a lot. I'm Mac and my husband goes by Black. He's a music executive and I'm an actor. Almost nine years ago we adopted our son Raven And now live the small farm/ ranch life out in the country. For the most part, my husband and I agree on how to raise our son. We want Raven to grow up with an inquisitive mind, a kind spirit, a good work ethic and good solid values. Black is more rambunctious and has a devil may care / seat of the pants approach to child rearing. I am much more by the book. We both knew some day soon we would have to give our son The Talk and we joked around about making it easy on the kid in the likelihood he came out to us as straight. Odds are we will have a Hetero on our hands ! We are all pretty casual around the house. So after working in the garden or playing with our animals, we take our showers and lounge around in boxer briefs and tshirts. Raven is now in a wrestling phase where he challenges each of us to matches on the living room floor. I have declined but Black got right in the spirit of things and wrestled our preteen. Raven insisted his Dada take off his shirt like he had. That's a lot of skin but not too out of the ordinary for our all male household. This went on for three nights in a row. Raven couldn't get enough of the body contact with his dad. That Friday night in bed, my husband said, "It's time we give him The Talk. Oh yes. " "What brought that on ?,"I asked. "Well, babe, our son is hard as a rock and every wrestling match he has been humping me like a male dog trying to fuck a bitch in heat. Haven't you been seeing what I'm feeling ? ""Well. I did not see that !, " told him. Black continued, "And our son has some BO going on so deodorant and body spray are gonna be part of the conversation !" After a light day Saturday of activities and a Fresh Meal Prep dinner, our preteen tried one more time to get me to wrestle him. This time Black joined Raven in taunting me. I eventually gave in. Raven forcefully pulled my tshirt off and attacked me, pushing his bare chest on my back. My preteen son was stronger physically and in the body odor department than I expected ! And Black was not bullshitting. This boy is boned to the max and humping my hip hard and deep. No way could he blow cum yet but this boy was trying to dry cum. At some point, Black lost his shirt and joined in the wrestling, moving back and forth between me and then Our son. "Dada, I can see your butt !," cried Raven I looked and saw Black was not in boxer briefs like me and Raven. Tonight he had nylon basketball shorts below his knees, his hot ass perfectly framed by the white straps of his favorite jockstrap. "No big deal, son. And I want you to drop the Dada. From now on, I'm just dad.," said Black. My husband just threw his basketball shorts in the corner and let Raven take turns struggling and humping both of his dads. Go for it, Raven. Have fun. Get some ! Get those tingles, son. That's what I did when I was his age. After we wrestled to near exhaustion, Black went to the kitchen and brought us Raven's favorite treat. Root Beer Floats. We sat cross legged and shirtless on our living room floor, enjoying our dessert. It was the perfect time to have The Talk with our son. I told Raven he was growing up and that meant his penis would get hard like during wrestling. Completely normal. It's called an erection. "And son, erection is the polite word. Around us or your buddies at school or in Scouts, it's a boner or a hardon." Raven said, "Boner, that's a funny word !" "And son, penis is the right and polite word. But in private. That amazing thing between your legs is your cock or your Dick. Your choice. Got it, son ?," Black asked. "Yes, dad. Got it " I told Raven his Dick is not just for urination, called peeing or taking a piss. It's also used to make babies. So we covered those basics. I think he got it. Then my husband jumped back in and told Raven, "It's a long time before you have sex with a girl or a boy. And whichever one you like. Girls or Boys is perfectly fine with us. Got that, son ?" "Yes, dad," Raven responded. Black went on, "In addition to peeing and making babies, your cock can be rubbed with your hand to give you the best feeling in the whole world. That's called masturbation by adults but in private boys and men call it jacking off or jerking off and other funny names. Your dads love you and are gonna make sure you have lube. That's slippery stuff you put on your Dick and hands when you jack off. You'll also have Kleenex and a trash can. And you'll have a bowl of condoms to use to play and practice with. Oh and we'll give you cum rags so when you are older and start blowing your sperms or loads, you can keep your bed and carpet clean and protected from semen. Black, declared, "We do not want you to be a bed or pillow humper, Raven. No crusty bedding around here. A young man should understand his body and his needs so he can take matters into his own hands and clean out his pipes. No Nocturnal Emissions or wet dreams !" Raven looked a bit confused. I got a whiff of my BO and of my son's. "Whew !" Black said, "Men, let's move this conversation to the big shower in the Master Bathroom. You guys STINK !" Please send me constructive comments at akman2001@yahoo.com. Thanks, guys!