Date: Sat, 06 Nov 2004 17:07:57 -0800 From: David Miller Subject: My 11-Year Old Son/Part 2 My 11-year old Son Part 2 by OrWoodsman@yahoo.com Thanks for all the emails on my first post! I'm glad so many liked my story and gave me feedback as well. Here is the 2nd part of the story. I also apologize for those I wasn't able to respond to during the first part. There was something wrong with my email. As before, feedback is appreciated! Thanks, Dave ======================================================= The next day was much like any other except that the night before I'd just eaten out my 11-year-old son's ass and then jacked a nasty load of cum all over his helpless body after he'd just been beaten up by a mean thug at school. Breakfast time was needless to say - uncomfortable. Because I felt guilty or maybe because he was still in pain, I agreed to let him stay home from school. I also told him that if he wasn't feeling better by noon, I would have to take him to the emergency room. His face went from pale to just plain ghostly. "Oh don't get worried now J." I said getting up and rubbing my hand through his hair. "I'm sure they won't do anything but a routine checkup." My son just looked at me all eyes and then said, "Yeah, like you checked me out last night?" I froze and could feel the blood turn cold in my veins. "Uh, oh, em..." I said almost choking. "Jeremy, last night was an accident. I didn't mean to get so carried away like I did. Please don't' tell anyone else and please don't hold it against me. " My son shook his head no that he wouldn't do that but continued to stare at my crotch even though I was wearing my bathrobe. "Promise?" I said questioning him closer. "No way Jose." My son said staring up at me and smiled. He had a smile that could melt butter. "Okay champ." Then go get cleaned up and maybe we'll go to the zoo or the park. "The zoo?" My son said and frowned. "I'm not a little kid ya know. Why can't we go to the mall and I can get a new game for my Gamecube?" I smiled then and nodded back to him. "Alright then. Go get cleaned up and meet me back here in 10 minutes and we'll go to the mall." I watched my son give me the high five signal and trot upstairs. He was still in his underwear and I once again got a good glimpse of his little boy ass. Did I really just the night before have my tongue up his 11-year old asshole? I seemed like a dream but the more I thought about it the more I realized that no, it had actually happened. Not only that but I'd sucked his under aged cock and then cum all over him. I looked down to see the head of my cock sticking out through the part in my robe. It looked fat and hard. I grabbed the head and jacked it thinking about what had just happened the night before. I remembered going to sleep and promising myself that nothing like that would EVER happen again, but I had to admit the more I thought about our unexpected encounter, the more excited I became. At least physically that is. Did this mean I was a homosexual? Did this mean I was a pervert to boot? This was, after all, something I couldn't ask my Parish priest - lol. But then thinking about all the stories on the news lately, maybe that wasn't totally true I thought and smiled. I went on upstairs and into my small bathroom off the bedroom. I could hear Jeremy in his room slamming his dresser drawers in a hurry to get dressed. Just the thought of getting a new computer game and maybe eating corney dogs at Corn Dogs are Us made him happy as could be. It made me happy too and it really did feel like we were getting closer. Maybe the night before wasn't such a bad thing after all. I was bending over digging in my own dresser for a pair of underwear when I turned around to see Jeremy staring at my hairy ass. "Jeremy you scared me!" I said turning around placing my hand on my privates. Without knowing it I'd just completely mooned him. My son had a strange look on his face and continued staring between my legs. "What is it son?!" I asked him now feeling very self-conscious, "You're making me nervous." "I was wondering if I could get NBA 2005 AND Vice City/Streets of San Andreas?" My son said slowly. "Yeah yeah yeah," I said again nervously, "Just let me get dressed here and we'll talk about it further. I've heard some bad things about that last one you mentioned. A lot of sex and violence." My son rolled his eyes. "Come on Dad! I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm almost in the 7th grade in case you didn't know. I know a lot more about sex than you think." Once again we were back on THAT subject. "Oh yeah, well where did we learn all that by the way." My son was now the one to look uncomfortable. "You know, from friends at school and on the internet. It's no big deal." I shook my head no still standing there covering my privates. "It IS a big deal Jeremy. You're just too young to realize all the consequences of your actions at this age. " "You mean of YOUR actions last night." I sighed and took a deep breath. There was no way around it. We would have to have a father and son talk and now. "Okay j. It's time we had a talk. Go wait for me in your room." My son hesitated still looking at my hairy body. "Go on." I urged him. Reluctantly he turned away and I put my robe back on. I walked to the balcony that overlooked the mountains out back and took a deep breath. I wondered how this had happened so soon. It seemed like just yesterday I was putting diapers on my boy and now here I was putting his dick in my mouth. And if that weren't enough, I actually found I'd enjoyed the whole experience. I'd also been reluctant to discuss the birds and the bees with Jeremy and this was the result. A confused, ambiguous relationship and it really was all my fault. I walked down the hall still in my robe. I turned into my son's room to see him sitting on his bed waiting for me. And if that weren't enough, a pang of guilt rose up inside upon seeing his faded Bat Man and Robin bedspread. He was after all, just a little kid. "How's it hangin champ...I mean, uh how's it goin champ?" I asked him rubbing my hands through his soft brown hair. "Okay Dad." My son said brightly. "Are you getting ready? Are we going to the Mall yet?" "Yeah yeah yeah. Soon enough. I just wanted to talk to you about last night. I wanted once again to let you know that what happened was an accident and should in no way change our relationship." "Well, I know that Dad." My son said matter of factly. He paused then and looked down at his feet. I followed his gaze and noticed he had one sock on and one sock off. He even had cute feet. Then my son said something I didn't expect in a million years. He looked up at me and said without batting an eye, "I have to say I was sort of excited when you did what you did." I blushed and looked down at my hands. I was still wearing my wedding ring. "Like I said Jeremy, it was an accident. I didn't mean to get so carried away." "It's okay Dad." My son said. "I sort of well, sort of....um...liked it." My son said softly. He was once again looking at my robe. Could this really be happening. Was my own son coming on to me??? I was shocked. Not only was my son not the least bit upset over what had happened the day before but here he was ADMITTING that he liked me eating out his hairless ass and sucking his preteen cock! And how did he know enough to KNOW that he liked it. There were more questions that I could deal with at that time. "So Jeremy, I have a question and I want you to answer me truthfully." "Yeah dad?" My son looking up at me all eyes once again. For some reason I wanted to lean over and shove my adult tongue in his mouth. "Are you gay son? DO you know what that means?" My son looked away again and back down at his feet. He paused for an excruciating amount of time and finally nodded his head yes without saying anything. I took a deep breath. How could this have happened and how did my son truly know he was gay at 11 years of age. "Are you SURE son? How do you know for sure that you're gay. Have you ever had sex?" My son shook his head no that he hadn't had sex but that yes, he was gay and knew that he was gay because of something he'd read on the internet for gay teens. I was still in denial. I was still in shock suddenly realizing what this revelation meant for the rest of his life. And then I felt horribly guilty. Maybe I'd MADE him that way by what had happened the night before. "It's okay Dad, really!" My son said turning to me as if sensing my apprehension. "It's all good." I half smiled then. I just wasn't convinced. "Well look. I promise it doesn't have anything to do with that happened last night. I'll PROVE it!" My son jumped off the bed before I could say anything and ran to his computer. He turned on the screen and pulled up a file that said Mark. "This is my friend Mark who I met on the internet. He's 27 but really kewl." I stood up and walked over to my son's pc. Before I realized it he was pulling up all these x-rated pics of his friend Mark. My mind was in a whir. There were dozens' of pictures of this man nude and partially nude and he'd been sending them to my 11-year-old son! I was indignant, I was confused and I was also turned on. A couple of the later pics showed a man laying on a bed with his hairy legs pulled up to his chest exposing his adult asshole. There was even a close up pic where he was reaching down and pulling the cheeks of his ass apart to show my son his nasty asshole in all it's glory. "What the fuck?" I said in disbelief. "Have you been taking to his guy all along and for how long?" I'd long heard about internet predators but didn't think my son would be gullible enough to fall for one. "Just for a month now Dad. It's no big deal. It's just cyber sex." "Cyber SEX!" I said forgetting that just the night before I'd molested him. "You're only an 11-year-old boy. What do you know about cyber-sex???" "I know A LOT Dad. I know I like looking at pictures like these and I know that they get me excited and hard. I know what I want as well and I know that my friend Mark gets me real excited and turned on when I talk to him. He says all kinds of dirty things and tells me all kinds of stuff that he wants to do to me." My disbelief turned into curiosity really fast. Suddenly I was seeing my son as a sexual being. "Like what?" I said softly. "Well, my son said slowly looking back at the pics on his computer screen. "He tells me how he wants to kiss me and shove his tongue in my mouth. How he wants to suck my cock and lick my balls and ass. He also tells me how much he wants me to do those things to him. He has a big cock (as you can see) and he tells me how much he wants to put it in my mouth and have me suck on it like a lollipop." "Like a lollipop?" I said once again sounding mortified. "Hell yeah." My son said reaching down and grabbing his little cock through his shorts. "And more than that I WANT to do those things to him. I want to suck his hard cock and lick his hairy asshole and his balls. I want to kiss him and make out with him." "But it's WRONG son!" I said trying my best to stop what had already started. Started a month ago in fact. "Oh yeah, then why are YOU excited?" I looked down to see my cock sticking through the part in my robe. The head was big and shiny and round. "Oh fuck." I said nervously and hid myself once again. To my disbelief all of my son's nasty talk had gotten me hard as a rock. "It's okay dad really. I've always been attracted to men. It's no big deal. It's not the end of the world." I hesitated looking back at the pictures. I had to admit that this man named Mark whoever was a very good-looking guy. I just couldn't understand what he could see in an 11-year-old boy. Then again, what had 'I' seen in him. Wasn't it the same thing? Wasn't I just as attracted to Jeremy and here he was my OWN son. "Well, if you're sure about what you want." I said slowly. "Do you have more pics of this man named Mark?" "Yeah sure, tons of em." My son said flipping through different files on his p.c. Several pics of the man had him dressed in a suit. A very respectable looking man with glasses and very cleancut. Then in the blink of an eye, the pics of this respectable looking man changed to something horribly obscene. Changed to pics of a grown man laying on his back with his legs in the air while he shoved a rubber dildo up his ass. Pics of this man jacking off in the camera. Pics of him blowing his adult load and then licking his fingers clean. "Oh my God." I said quietly reaching down to stroke my cock through my robe. How could this all be happening and so FAST? My son was once again looking up at the tent between my legs as I fondled myself openly. I looked down between his legs to see the front of his underwear poking out. He was hard as a rock. "Oh God." I said softly. "This is so wrong." I stood back and let my robe fall open. My 8-inch cock tumbled out and I could hear my son gasp. "Oooooo." He moaned looking up at my hard dick. "Go ahead son. Show me some more pics." My son turned back to the pc and pulled up more pics that he'd received. "These aren't pics of Mark, but he sent me these just for fun." I gasped. They were pics of men and boys having sex. Little boys of like maybe only 5 or 6 with their legs spread wide exposing their hairless assholes and tiny cocklets. Pics with their tiny mouths stuffed full of fat man cock and pics of their tiny assholes impaled on raging hard ons, cum dripping out of their underaged asses. "FUCK!" I cried out grabbing my swollen cock and squeezing it. "These pics are unbelievable." My son just grinned. He had cocked his leg up and the fly of his underwear was open and his small 3-inch cock stuck out obscenely. My own cock was only inches from his face. "You like looking at stuff like this Jeremy?" My son looked up at me and smiled. "It's great isn't' it?" I just nodded silently going back to the screen as he continued moving through his small collection sent to him by the man named Mark. "My friend Mark says he wants to take pictures of me too doing the same things there boys are doing in the pics. He said that would be so hot to see me sucking a hard cock or getting it up my little boy asshole." I groaned then. My sons nasty talk sending me over the edge. "Is that what you want to do son? Suck a hard cock." My son looked up at me all eyes and nodded his head yes. "Then here, why don't you suck on this one." I said and moved toward him shoving my fat dick in his tiny face. "My sons eyes grew big as he reached up and gently grabbed the head of my throbbing dick." "Oh fuck!" I cried out as his tiny hands wrapped around the swollen head and a stream of precum ran down his hand. "That's it Jeremy. Just jack it real slow just like that." My son massaged me like an expert. I moved closer again this time sticking the head of my dick only inches from his mouth. "Go ahead boy. If this is what you want. Open your mouth and suck my hard cock." I watched my son in disbelief as he opened his mouth into a soft oval, stuck out his tongue and reached out to lick my dick. "OH GOD!" I cried as he moved back and forth on the knob of my cock. Precum dripped everywhere and I was in heaven. "Ooooo that's it son. Lick up all that precum. Does that taste good boy. Do you like that?" My son just nodded, his mouth stuffed with his daddy's cock head. I watched his lips paint circles around my dick and then engulf it like sucking on the end of a lollipop. Something wet and hot and nasty. His small hand was barely wrapped around the base of my fuckstuck and I could feel his small tongue flick back and forth like tiny minnows in a fishbowl. "OOOooohhhh yes!" I cried grabbing my balls and squeezing them. "That's it Jeremy. Blow Daddy's rod. How do you like your first taste of man prick?" I son just moaned as I continued to shove more of my dick down his throat. Suddenly he backed away to get a better grip. He reached up with both hands and grabbed the base of my cock and then shook it several times watching it bob up and down before his surprised eyes. The head was dripping and obscenely wet, precum dripping from the open slit and from my sons 11 year old lips. "You have a beautiful cock Dad." My son said excitedly, his mouth partially open. He looked up at me and grinned and suddenly just his expression of intense lust mixed with lewd desire was enough and I blew my nasty load directly into his surprised face. "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" I cried out grabbing my cock as I blasted my load right into his open mouth. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I bucked my hips obscenely as I pushed forward and buried my shooting cock down my son's throat once again, this time my cum reaching it's target, his 11 year old mouth. "Oooooooooooo that's it boy." I moaned softly while my own son milked me with his small cum pump. I pulled back slowly watching my fat cock plop out of his mouth, cum running down between my legs and dripping onto the carpet. I looked down at my son to see his face was covered in my man spunk. It dripped off the end of his nose. He looked so precious. I bent down and sucked the end of his nose and drank in my own incestuous load. I moved forward and stuck my adult tongue in my sons mouth and tasted my own seed. We kissed like that for what seemed like hours until I felt my son buck his hips as he had a dry orgasm in my pumping hand. We both fell back exhausted and then began to laugh. His incessant requests to go to the mall had finally been forgotten. The end