Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2023 11:11:45 -0400 From: Alan Scott Subject: My Inquisitive Gay Son, Timmy (part 1) My Inquisitive Gay Son, Timmy (part 1) Alan Scott, niftydadXXX@gmail.com My muscles were so fucking sore after a long, sweltering day at the construction site and the long, hot shower I was taking felt great. I watched as the soapy water running off the end of my 10-inch cock turned clear and finished rinsing off. As I stepped out of the shower, I saw a shadow, the shadow of a small human to be precise, dart across the bathroom doorway. Hmmm, I thought. Must be Timmy playing. I began toweling off in the mirror and flexed my 16-inch biceps and my muscular, slightly furry pecs a few times. "Not bad," I said out loud, "not bad." In truth, I was hot as fuck, and I knew it. You see, I'm 30 and I've been working in construction since I was 18. I take good care of my body and lift weights regularly, always getting my cardio in and eating a low carb, high protein diet. At six foot two inches tall, my broad shoulders and wide back frame that coveted V-shape most other guys can only hope to achieve, filled in by a muscular chest which narrows to a chiseled 6 pack. I never skip leg or ass days and the heavily weighted squats I power through have clearly paid off. In short, I am the embodiment of the "alpha male", a term that is disparaged in today's politically-correct, woke society, but I don't give a fuck. I am what I am, a hyper-masculine man, and I'm proud of it. I finished drying myself and when I turned to hang the towel, I saw that damn shadow move in the doorway again. But this time the shadow was accompanied by the sound of little pattering feet running down the hallway, away from the bathroom. "Timmy! What are you up to?" Silence. "Timmy, I know you're there. Get in here!" Moments later, my son sheepishly peered around the door and said, "I'm here dad. I wasn't doing anything. Really, I wasn't." I looked down at my son. He's 10 years old but small for his age, looking closer to an 8-year-old at 2-3 inches shorter and 10-15 pounds lighter than he should be. His pediatrician says he'll probably hit a growth spurt soon and catch up. I hope so. After all, the boy has my genes, so I like to think the chances are good he'll grow to be a stud like his dad. Timmy looked a little sad, which wasn't unusual for him really. You see, my wife died suddenly in a car accident two years ago, leaving me and Timmy alone to fend for ourselves. He looks so much like his mom and has her dirty blonde hair, angelic face, and beautiful blue eyes. God, I miss her. It hasn't been easy on either of us since she died. I mean, Timmy was suddenly without a mom, and here I was left raising him by myself, not knowing what the fuck I was doing. But we get by. He's a good kid really, but not into sports or anything like I was at his age. I mean, when I was 10, I was running around the neighborhood looking for either a pickup basketball game or a fight to get into, and it didn't matter which really. But Timmy? He reads a lot and has zero interest in sports. I continued questioning my son, "Timmy, what do you mean you weren't doing anything? Weren't you just watching me take a shower? What's up with that, kiddo?" "Nothing daddy. I was just...um, I was just looking for, um..., I was just looking for Peter. Really, I was just looking for Peter, that's all." "Peter" is Timmy's stuffed rabbit that he's had since he was 4 or 5. He's way too old for it now, but I let him carry it around and sleep with it since his mom died. She gave the damn thing to him, and he's always kept it close. I know he misses her as much as I do, and if that fucking bunny helps him deal with the loss, I'm ok with it. "Well son, what would Peter be doing in the bathroom anyway? He's always in your bed or with you," I replied. A quiet "Yes, daddy," was all I got back. "So why were you looking in the bathroom? I mean you could just ask me if I'd seen Peter, but you were kinda sneaking around the doorway instead. So, what's up? What's going on? Is everything OK?" Timmy stood there without responding, almost as though he didn't hear me at all. He was also staring straight at my crotch, and nothing else. It was then that I realized I was standing buck naked in front of my son. Not that I'm at all shy about being naked. Fuck, I usually hit the sauna at the gym after a hard workout and just let it all hang out in there. Seems like there's always some queer that comes in the sauna right after me and stares at my junk out of the corner of his eye. But it's cool. I don't freak out or nothing like that. They can look. They can't help themselves when the see a tall, dark, muscular, alpha male, the definition of a real man, sitting naked in front of them. And to be honest, since my wife died, I've let some of the queers at the gym suck me off. It's true they give great head, and my fat 10-inch bull cock doesn't scare them like it does most of the women I've been with. Just the opposite, they love to deep throat worship my cock, and worship the rest of my six-foot two-inch, rock-hard body. As they should. Anyway, I know other straight dudes will feed fags their loads when they're horny and women aren't readily available. Nothing wrong with that. Any port in a storm as they say. Don't make me gay to give some fags the pleasure of eating my big thick loads of bull cum while I watch some hot as fuck girl getting pounded on my phone. I shook my head, returning to the situation at hand, "Boy, I'm asking you a second time, what's going on? Why were you watching me in the shower? And why are you staring at my crotch now?" After a long pause, Timmy answered, "Don't be mad daddy. I just wanted to see...," and then he stopped talking, head down, his small hands clasped together in front of his small body. "See what?" "Well," Timmy started again, I guess I just wanted to see, um..., I thought maybe...I um, well I guess I just wanted to see, like I wanted to see you with no clothes on" he blurted out at the end. "Fuck me," I said out loud. I never did have that father-son sex talk with him, and I have no idea if his 5th grade class taught that or not. I had neglected this part of raising my own son and it was time for me to step up to the plate. It was time to have a frank discussion about our bodies and the changes we go through at his age. "So, you're trying to figure out what private parts of our bodies are all about then? Like, the difference between boys and girls, men and women, sex, and all that? Is that it?" "Yeah, daddy. That's it! I wanted to see your pee-pee and if it looks like mine!" he said, more bravely now, his eyes still locked on my long, hanging cock. Relieved that I now understood what was going on, I continued, "Well OK son, that's completely natural. I was curious about my body and the changes I was seeing and feeling, and about girls and sex and stuff like that at your age too," I said, chuckling. I remember those days when I was 10 or 11 and spied on my babysitter fingering herself in our den, while she thought I was asleep in my bed. "It's perfectly OK to be curious about your body, and to have questions about the changes we go through to become men, and about girls, and all. So, what do you want to know? Go ahead and ask me." Once again, Timmy didn't respond. He just kept staring at my oversized cock and balls. But I'm used to the stares, it comes with the territory. I interrupted his visual fixation on my manhood, saying, "Better yet, come on into my room and we can sit down and talk. And you can ask me anything you want." "Oh, really daddy? That would be great! I have soooo many questions!", Timmy squealed as he took off down the hallway. Timmy ran into my room ahead of me and plopped down on the floor. He was sitting on his legs in front of my computer chair when I arrived. I sat down completely naked in the chair and turned it to face him directly. Throwing my arms out to the side in an open and non-threatening invitation I said, "Ask away son. What do you want to know?" Timmy scooted up closer and asked, "Well daddy, how come your pee-pee is so much bigger than mine?" I chuckled at both his wording and his naivete. "Well son, pee-pee is a word that only little kids use. You're growing up now. You'll be a man soon, and the correct word to use is "penis", especially if you're talking to a teacher or someone like that. But if you're talking to a girl you like, you might say dick, or even cock. That's what men have. Men have cocks, not pee-pees." "Cock...cock. Men have cocks. It's not a pee-pee, like mom used to call it. I got it," he said, still staring. "And yes," I continued, "my cock is a lot bigger than yours, and it's also a lot bigger than most other grown men's cocks- by four of five inches at least. It's probably twice the size of an average man's cock. I just happen to have a very, very big cock and very big balls too. It's just the way I am." "See? You can look," I said. I moved to the edge of the chair and spread my legs out fully so he could see better. My 10-inch cock, pulled downward by gravity and its hefty weight, draped over the edge of the chair and was hanging below the cushion, pointing to the floor. I looked down and admired my cock along with my son in silence. It was like a male bonding ritual. It was me, overflowing with masculine energy and physicality even as I sat motionless, and my son recognizing I was no ordinary man, as he observed, studied and admired my manhood. I guess being naked on the same computer chair I use to rub loads out with watching porn had a hardening effect on my cock just then. My cock began to stir and come to life as it hung off the chair and my son watched. With every heartbeat, it grew in length and width, rising and supporting more of its own hefty weight in the air. It fattened and got half hard, pulsing and bouncing obscenely in the air just inches from my son's face as we both looked on. No matter, the kid might as well see what a real man looks like as he starts getting erect, I thought to myself. Remembering why we were there, I asked again, "So what do you want to know son? Ask me anything." Timmy swallowed and squealed with excitement, "It's so big and it keeps getting bigger daddy! Just look at it! I've never seen a pee-pee...er...I've never seen a COCK that's so big! And daddy, it looks like it's alive the way it's growing and moving around and bouncing like that! And your balls daddy, they're so big! They're really, really, big. I mean, they're huge! I didn't know they got so big!" Leaning fully forward and sitting on the edge of the chair, I placed my elbows on my knees and spread my legs out wider, my cock still bobbing higher in the air. I looked closely at my son as he watched. His eyes were wide and there was a look of excitement, even joy on his face. He licked his lips and swallowed again. His eyes had that look that went well beyond the level of acknowledgement a straight guy has when he sees a big cock on another guy. Like when a straight guy might say "Hey bro, I bet the ladies can't get enough of that monster you got," sort of thing. No, the look on my son's face was the look of pure wanting. The look of absolute desire. It's the same look that the fags at the gym have when they see my cock and they want to touch, hold, lick, suck, swallow, and worship all ten inches of it. The desire to suck the cum out of a real man, to be fed by a real man. It was THAT look. I was sure of it: I saw that exact, same look in my 10-year-old Timmy's eyes as he stared at my cock while it grew larger, harder and higher in the still air of the room. My essence of manhood and masculinity was on display before my son as it continued to engorge, and he LOVED it. "I LOVE it daddy. I really love your cock. And I love that word, cock. And your cock is so big and strong. Like you are daddy. You're big and strong. And your cock is too. Like it should be. Look how it's dancing now! It's alive daddy! Your cock is bobbing around and swinging back and forth and just keeps betting bigger and stronger daddy!" That was it. There were no doubts now. The full realization that my son was a queer hit me. My own son, my little Timmy, was gay. "How big IS it daddy? How big does it get?" he demanded excitedly. Any inhibition he previously had about asking me questions was clearly gone now. "Oh, I'm a little more than 10 inches long son. Way bigger than most men are, I know that. But it's not just the length that makes it bigger than most, it's fat too, see?" I asked, taking my heavy cock in my hand and turning it from side to side for him to see. "Look at all those big, um...veins, I think they're called? Are those veins daddy, veins running along the side of your big cock daddy?" "Yes son, those are veins. The arteries and veins in a man's cock are how the blood gets there to make it hard like mine is getting now," I explained. "No wonder you've got so many veins running up and down the sides of your cock then daddy, it's sooo big and that means it must need a lot of blood I guess!" "Yes boy, that's right," I agreed. More excited, exuberant even, Timmy continued his questioning: "Daddy, the end of your cock is getting darker. Like it's turning a darker kind of reddish brown or purple now. And it's swelling up even bigger than the rest of your cock! Wow!" "Yes, it is boy. That end part of a man's cock is called the head. The rest is usually called the shaft," I explained, pointing to first the head, then the shaft, squeezing the shaft as I spoke. "And because my cock has a fat head with this big ridge around the edge, some people call it a "helmet", or a "mushroom head," I explained while tracing my finger around the thick ridge. "It does look like a helmet daddy! It looks like a big fat helmet on a big strong soldier, and I love it!" he giggled. "I know you do boy. And that's OK. You can love anything you want. You can love looking at your daddy's cock and balls. It's OK. I don't mind at all, and you can look all you want, whenever you want." My cock was nearing its full 10-inch length and girth, and still "dancing" in the air as Timmy put it. It was now pointing up at the ceiling, an obscenely large hardon swaying directly in front of my son as he turned to see it, study it, and appreciate it from every angle. I was turned on by his pure admiration and love of my cock and I really didn't know where this was leading to. I just wanted my boy to know it's OK for him to be himself. And if he wanted to stare and admire my body, my cock, my balls, I was fine with that. "Daddy, I think your balls are moving too now! Yes, daddy, I can see them kinda moving and rolling around in your ball sack! WOW! Look at them! They're moving around daddy, they're moving around a lot! And your huge cock daddy, it's pointing straight up and throbbing!!!" Fuck, the boy, with all his admiration and love for my cock and balls has me fucking hot and horny as a raging bull now. "Yeah boy, my nuts are moving around my ball sack, you're right. That means I'm horny and they're churning the cum inside them. Get under here and look closer," I growled. I stood up from the chair, putting one foot up on the seat and leaving the other on the floor, gesturing for him to get just below my hanging nutsack and keeping a wide stance for him to see the whole scene of a real man at full arousal. Timmy quickly slid under my junk and turned his face up to get the best view. He was inches away from my full, low hanging bull balls as they churned and rolled above him. FUCK- I could feel his warm breath as he exhaled on my aching nuts. Fuck it felt good. "You see them big nuts hanging above you boy? THOSE ARE THE NUTS THAT MADE YOU. See, a man's balls make the sperm that makes a baby. And these very nuts made YOU 10 years ago. But don't call it sperm. You call it CUM, OK boy? Men make CUM, and men like me make a LOT of cum. That's why you see them moving around and churning in my ballsack right now boy. My nuts are working overtime making thick, juicy white CUM." "Cum. So that's the stuff that gets a girl pregnant daddy? That's the white stuff that shoots out of a man's pee-pee...er...cock, and goes inside the girl?" "Yes son. But it doesn't have to go into a girl. It can go anywhere really. It just needs to come out and come out often. And that's especially true with strong men like me because I make so much of it. So, I gotta jerk off a lot, or better yet, find someone to fuck or suck it out. Like if I don't get the cum out every day or so, I walk around with my cock half hard and leaking what's called "precum" slowly, all day long." Timmy nodded in understanding, still looking up at my balls. "That doesn't seem fair daddy. You need to get the cum out often. I must not be fun having it back up inside like that. Does it hurt when it backs up inside?" Before I could answer and without asking, Timmy reached up with both hands and began caressing my aching balls, taking each one individually and using both hands to roll and feel them between his fingers and thumbs. First one, then the other. Then he reached under them with both palms up, to feel their weight, lifting them slightly in the air. "Wow daddy, your balls are so big and heavy! Mine are like little tiny peas and yours are like, I don't know, they're like bigger than jumbo-sized eggs I think!" He began running his small hands down either side of my balls, and then turned his hands to caress the front and back of my sack as it pulled up higher and tighter. "But daddy! He wailed, I can't see your big hard cock at the same time as your big balls now!" he pouted. A few moments later Timmy's face lit up and he blurted out, "Oh wait- I have a great idea daddy!!" He quickly got out from under my nuts, ripped his Pikachu T-shirt off and was in only his tighty-whities. He laid flat on his back in front of me, his little 3-inch cocklet was rigid, tenting up his white undies. "Now daddy, you can get on all fours right over me and that way I can see EVERYTHING good! I want to see ALL of your big hard cock AND your big balls daddy, and now I can!" he explained, clearly impressed with his ingenuity. "That's my boy. That IS a good idea boy" I said, as I got into position and lowered my hips down to maybe a foot above my son's adoring eyes, my cock still throbbing with each heartbeat. I wanted him to see all my masculinity. I wanted him to study, appreciate, and understand what a real man is all about. He resumed his exploration of my body, stroking my balls and my muscular thighs. Then he reached up with one hand and grabbed my pulsing cock at mid-shaft. Realizing he couldn't get around the whole fat thing with one hand alone, he formed a ring with both hands and squeezed my cock firmly. A large teardrop shape of precum flowed out of my piss-slit and began dropping down, attached to an ever-lengthening thick strand of the stuff. The hanging precum was swaying back and forth with the movement of my 10-inch cock in his hands as he fondled and squeezed it. "Daddy! What's that stuff coming out of your cock? It's like a long, wet string of something gooey!!! It's kinda white colored, and it keeps coming out!" he said, still squeezing my shaft with both hands and intermittently stroking the whole length of it. "That's called precum boy. It's what comes out when a man is very horny and..." "Oh yeah, daddy. You explained precum already. You said if you don't get the cum out every day or so, you walk around with your cock half hard, leaking "precum" all day long." The boy was a fast learner. That was word-for-word what I told him. "That's right boy. And I hear some guys like the taste of it" as I began pushing out more pre for him to observe and experience. My constant stream of precum grew to form a large pool of the stuff on the boy's chest. Timmy scooped up a large glob of my sticky, thick precum, brought it to his mouth and eagerly ate it all. "Mmmmm daddy. It's really good. It tastes mostly salty, but a little sweet at the same time. It tastes like...it tastes like a man. That's it daddy, it tastes like a man, like a REAL MAN should taste. I love it! I love eating your precum daddy!!! Can you make more daddy? Please?" He slid forward about a foot, positioning himself directly under my pulsating, oozing cock, leaving a thick line of precum up his chest, neck, chin, and lips. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, catching the constant flow of his daddy's nectar and savoring every drop of the stuff. I was no longer in control, and I didn't give a fuck. I was going to show my boy how a man like me was everything a lesser, regular man wasn't. I wanted my boy to see, to experience, how his daddy's cock turns to an angry purple-red and swells to maybe 11 inches just as I shoot my massive load in spurt after spurt of hot, thick white bull cum. I mean, if my boy is a fag, he might as well learn what a real fucking man is, right? "Get up and get your lips around the head of my cock boy. Drink it straight from the tap! I'm gonna feed you more of me, my little fag boy!" I demanded. "Yes daddy! I want to drink more of your precum syrup and get to taste your cum! I want to eat everything that comes out!!!" "Oh, you're gonna get to taste and eat it all boy, I make lots of it!" I stood up with my legs about shoulder width, thrust my cock forward and placed my hands behind my neck. Flexing my muscles in masculine glory, I was ready for my fag son to worship me. Just like that queers at the gym do when I let them. My boy was born to worship. Born to worship REAL MEN. I made him from my nuts a decade ago. I shot him out of the same fucking cock he was about to suck right now and it's time for him to learn what his purpose in life is. Timmy dutifully took my sloppy precum covered, throbbing cock head into his warm mouth. He managed to get my fat mushroom head past his lips with a pop and then began hungrily running his little wet tongue in circles around the head, savoring every drop of precum I was pushing out. The boy stuck his little tongue deep up inside my gaping piss slit as far as he could before pulling it back into his mouth to gobble all the precum he collected. He kept going into my hole for more, all the while moaning "mmmmm, mmm, mmmmmmm." This all came naturally to the boy. He was BORN to lick, suck, tease, pleasure, and worship men like me. That was his purpose in life. To serve and service real men. Men like his daddy. My little fag son grabbed my now angry, purple-red, slime-covered cock, encircling it using both hands, and began MILKING ME in long strokes from my pubes to the head, while his tongue licked and slurped in circles around my cock head. "Mmmmm daddy, it's so good. It's all so good. It's like you're FEEDING me. You're FEEDING me your precum juice! Thank you, daddy!!! I love it!!!" Yummmmm....mmmm....yummmm.....slurpslurp....swallow...slurp...slurp...swallow.... The boy knew what he was doing, he knew it innately. The boy was natural bull milker and cum pig and I my nuts were close to exploding with the thought of all the times I'll be using him for my pleasure in the future. "FEED ME DADDY! FEED ME YOUR BIG THICK CREAMY LOAD OF CUM! I WANT IT! I HAVE TO HAVE IT DADDY!!!" my fag son shouted as he forced his mouth around the head of my cock, getting about half of my 10-inch shaft inside, still milking me with both hands, picking up the speed. My son, the boy I made from my own cock, was now slurping and sucking and worshiping that same cock that made him. I couldn't hold back any longer. "AWWWWW FUUUUUCK BOY....YOU GOT YOUR DADDY SO FUCKING HOT! I'M GONNA FEED YOU MY LOAD NOW BOY- GET READY! GET READY TO TAKE IT ALL!!! I'M CUMMING BOY! I'M CUMMING! I'M FILLING YOU WITH YOUR DADDY'S LOAD. TAKE IT ALL BOY- GET EVERY FUCKING DROP I'M SHOOTING INTO YOU!" I shot wave after wave of hot thick cum into the boy. I lost count after 10 waves and yet my horse cock continued to contract and push more cumload into him. I could feel his throat contracting and relaxing as he swallowed, desperately trying to keep up with the torrent of seed I was delivering. He was snorting cum out of his nose and the stuff was leaking out of his mouth. But he kept swallowing and jerking me off, getting as much of my seed into his gullet as he could, accompanied by a continuous, "mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" After my load was all in him, I slowly withdrew my softening cock, inch by inch by inch, until it flopped out of his mouth and hung down in front of him covered in slimy mixture of cum and spit. Timmy grabbed my spent cock at the base and slid his hand down the slimy mess to the tip, squeezing out every drop of jizz out while he lapped it up. He had pulled his white undies off at some point and was now beating his little 3 inch cocklet furiously as he savored the last drops from my massive nut. "OH DADDY, DADDY. IT FEELS SO GOOD, AND YOUR BIG COCK TASTED SO GOOD, AND YOU FED ME YOUR CUM AND EVERYTHING DADDY!" "DADDY- IT FEELS LIKE I GOTTA PEE BUT I CAN'T PEE HERE!!! WHAT'S GOING ON DADDY? I CAN'T STOP! I NEED TO PEE BUT I CAN'T STOP STROKING MY LITTLE COCK DADDY! DADDY, WHAT'S HAPPENING???" "I...I....URRRGGHHHH! OH MY GOD DADDY!!!" And then it happened, my little fag son had his first orgasm with my daddy cum still in his mouth and all over his face. He kept stared at my spent cock hanging lazily in front of him as it still oozed leftover cum. He forcefully shot five or six jets of mostly clear jizz, splattering my legs and even reaching as high as my nuts. His whole body shuddered. He looked dazed and confused for a minute as I held him with my hand behind his neck, supporting him as he came out of his orgasm. "Daddy, that was...that was awesome. What happened daddy? Did I just...did I just CUM???" "Yes boy. You sure did cum! Getting to explore, touch, and feel my body, and then suck, taste, and swallow my load pushed you from being a mere boy, to becoming a young man. And I'm proud of you boy. Real proud of you." "You see boy, now that I know how much you love to satisfy real men, I'm gonna use you. I'm gonna use you often for my pleasure. I'm gonna train you on how I want to be satisfied. I'm gonna feed you my cum whenever I feel like." Timmy smiled sweetly as I sat down next to him and drew him to my chest. Still breathing heavily, he moved his small hand around, squeezing my biceps, feeling my six pack, my muscular thighs, and everything he could reach. I couldn't help noticing he was still staring in wonder at my 10-inch cock, even as it rested, fully spent, extended out on the floor. He reached down and held it in his hand once again. He held my big fucking bull cock with all the wonderment a boy could have for anything in this world. "I love you daddy", Timmy said softly. "I know boy. I love you too." Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. I'd appreciate feedback on my first story here, so let me know your thoughts. And if you have any suggestions for future stories, I'd love to hear them. Alan Scott, niftydadXXX@gmail.com