Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 15:00:46 -0700 (PDT) From: New Stories Subject: My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 4 My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 4 by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com WARNING! To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age and allowed by the jurisdiction or jurisdictions that govern you to read sexually explicit and homosexual material. If you do not qualify, you must exit and seek other material. You have been warned. Thank you for cooperating and being fair to others. All persons, names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, descriptions, or events is totally accidental and a pure coincidence. ____________________________________ MY SON DRIVES ME CRAZY, by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com John Millerson, 34 Jason Millerson, 14 Kevin Walsch, 14 Carl Mueller, M.D., 35 __________ I stepped into Jason's room. An unforgettable sight greeted me--my son in his new, red briefs. Just under the waistband, at the top of his bulge, I saw a sizable dark circle, shiny with my boy's pre-cum. "Your boner bounced, dad," he said with considerable glee. "Yes, it certainly did. Do you masturbate with your briefs on?" I said, feeling tense as I took a chair and sat right next to his bed. "Sometimes," he said, reaching into his fly and pulling out his eager boyhood. Its redness intensified as his hand made the first stroke. "Awhhhhh . . ." __________ CHAPTER 4 Already immersed in pleasure, Jason was the picture of sexual bliss. His breaths alone excited me--deep, rapid, stirring sounds, a reflection of his body's desperate efforts to embrace the incomparable sensations of adolescent orgasm. The pure, boyish scent of his excitement filled the air. My boy wasn't just masturbating for me, his body was talking to me--showing me all the ways it responds to the things he was doing to his penis; opening the door to this most private act, letting me see his potent sensuality in intimate, animated detail. "That's it, Jason," I said encouragingly, keeping my voice soft and unintrusive. His urges gripped him quickly, fiercely; his red face and open-mouthed expression impossibly beautiful. The sensual pulsation of his biceps and abdominal muscles captivated me. "Awwh, yeah, oh, oh . . . ahhh!" The sight of my fourteen-year-old in full sexual blush, hand speeding over his frenzied hardness--overwhelmed me. I was aware of the momentousness of this event, but it put me at a sexual peak. I dared not touch my erection. Jason slid off his red briefs so fast, he seemed not to miss a single stroke of his rousing masturbatory pleasure. So entranced was I with all he was doing, I took off my own underwear unthinkingly. The sudden motion distracted him, and he looked over at me. "You're naked! Wow," he said between impassioned breaths, with an expression of sheer happiness. I could not take my eyes off his penis, which competed with his face for my attention. It was one thing to know that Jason masturbated, but quite another to see him so aroused and skilled at it--as if he had acquired an alien hand that was in control of him. His face, his hand, his legs, and hairless torso, with its tight, youthful pectorals and flat stomach--had me mesmerized. I had no self-control. My eyes were captive to his smooth, 14- year-old body, so young and new-looking, so saturated with hormones, and intent on intensifying his overwhelming sexual sensations. I stood and bent over him, getting a better look at the head of his penis coming into view with the downstrokes of his hand. His face glowed with sensual energy and bliss, contorted with the surges of pleasure that coursed through him. The sheen of sexual sweat covered him gracefully, and his penis began to swell along with his voice. "Oh, OH! AHH!" he shouted, spewing the speeding white ribbon of his first climactic pulse. My penis throbbed as my son's first shot of semen struck my face. The force and warmth astounded me. His eyes so focused on his spurting scepter, he could have no knowledge that I had taken his cum on my chin. Two more impulsive outpourings splattered the side of my face. "Yarrrghhh, oh, ahhhhhh!" Other propulsions of his young fluid ejaculated with less force, but his expression proclaimed no lesser bliss, his body joining the contortions of his angelic face as he squirmed enticingly on the bed; his legs kicking with erotic charm as his limbs also announced the gripping, adolescent catharsis. My beautiful son had three lavish streams of semen strewn over his abdomen and chest--alluring reminders of those that had struck me--and a few lesser ones on his hand. His agitated balls were still pulled up, sitting alongside his penis. "Oh, yes! Yeah! Oh, God!" he said breathlessly, closing his eyes. He filled the room with the sounds of air rushing in and out of his young windpipe--potent remnants of his orgasm. I wiped his semen from my face seconds before his eyes reopened. I rubbed his chest gently. Soon he came back to the world, still breathless, a small grin emerging. If I'd closed my eyes, I easily could have pictured him as a toddler, crawling playfully on the floor, looking up at me and trying to talk. Now he had masturbated for me, his hand and body desperate to show me what he could do. "How . . . was that . . . dad?" he asked sweetly, still quite out of breath. "I've never seen anything so wonderful," I said in a voice half-choked with tears, unable to shut off the image of his erect penis, spurting the essence of his boyhood for me. "Really?" he said in that awed, captivating tone that defies description, while his hand gripped and stroked his organ--still erect and no less aroused-looking than before. "Yes, really. I don't think many dads have had the honor of seeing their boys jerk off. And it was so beautiful to see." "Wow. Honor." I hardly knew what I was saying, but I was glad I'd said that. Why shouldn't I feel honored? To have his confident trust, inviting me to his room to watch him masturbate, was certainly a rare occurrence--a privilege, in my estimation. I was caught up in his sexual spell--the potency of his desire, his needs pulling me in, until I felt in the throes of my own orgasm, intense, though imagined. I had seen the surprise on his face when I said 'jerk-off' instead of my usual medical jargon. The resulting trance brought my face to his, and I kissed him. I was aware of the forbidden contact when I pressed hard into his lips, and electrified when he pressed back. The sheer force of the sexual jolt I received emptied me of all care and caution, and, encouraged by his sensual moans, my tongue gently searched out his lips, which soon opened, and the two tongues touched in a moment of profound delicacy. When this renewed the boy's moans, his body folded with impossible energy, and he grabbed on to me, pulling me surprisingly tight to his lithe body, hot with urgent desire. So quick were his responses, my head spun suddenly. And just as quickly, I placed my mouth on his chest, and heard Jason's breathing begin to calm. When my son's hands rested endearingly on top of my head, a sense of love washed over me so strongly, I felt a union with him, a blending impossible to define. "Way, way, cool," he said, as if lost in a vision too beautiful to voice. He had not lost his sensual edge, receding though it was. "That was wonderful," I said, lifting myself from him to be greeted with his sparkling eyes, bright with hope and happiness, yet tinged with a sensual glow. "Awesome," he said, his voice dreamlike. "Mmmmm," I managed in this moment of incredible bliss. "Dad," he said so soothingly it startled me, "you're . . . all wet." "I am?" I didn't care what was wet. My heart was satisfied along with my son's body. "The big one, I mean. It's way wet." "Oh, my pre-cum," I said lazily. "Yeah, that." Jason giggled a bit. "Are you ready for a snack?" I needed a rest badly. "No, let's do it again." "Wouldn't you like to wait?" I was surprised that Jason, at 14, would want to come again so quickly. Then again, I was also surprised at how swiftly his three most powerful streams shot out of him--one after the other in rapid succession, without a pause between them. "Do I hafta wait?" His expression was painful. I wondered if all 14-year-olds had Jason's sex drive--and I supposed they did, realizing I could not recall my youthful solo sexual escapades. "No, I won't make you wait." "Okay," he said, stroking himself more slowly, hesitantly. "I wanna do it . . . with the big one." He turned his head and stared longingly at my penis. I wasn't sure what he meant by the reference to my organ, but I didn't want to question him. "Wait only if you're sure about it," I said softly, rubbing his chest. "The big one's still all wet," Jason said so innocently, glancing up at me with a cute smile. He was still out of breath. I didn't see it coming. His semen-slickened hand grasped my hardness suddenly. His smile turned to a full grin as he gave my erect penis a few strokes. "Ohhhhh!" I said. The intense pleasure filled me, gripped me. I had never been so aroused at a single sexual touch--and of all things, my son's hand doing the touching. "Did I make you feel good?" he asked sweetly. "Yes. Better then I can remember feeling--ever." I shocked myself with my own words. "And you wanna wait?" he said, with all the puzzlement of a young adolescent clearly outlined on his face. "That would be my choice." "Wow," he said, in the breathy tone of arousal. "I guess if you can wait, I can too." His penis remained hard as stone. "All right." Then I squirmed, prompting him to slide his hand off my excited flesh. "Did you feel . . . comfortable touching me that way?" "I was lovin' it," he said with a smile of youthful abandon. "I'm so . . . I love you so much, Jason." "Ahhh," he said, sitting up and grasping his erection, "Love you too, dad, but I--um, better not wait too long." "Oh?" I made like I didn't quite understand. "Yeah, dad," he said with his boyish grin, wincing as he squeezed his penis, "I'm like really horny." His scrotum was doing acrobatics--charmingly compact against his body. "All right. Let's go have some milk or juice and you can tell me when you need to start again." "You want me to WALK?" "Well, that's the idea," I said, grinning at his sex-induced weakness. When Jason stood, he fell into me, and I hugged him tightly. In the kitchen, sipping his juice, my boy came out of his erotic spell. His sudden guilty grin captured my curiosity. "I'm sorry dad. It happened so fast, I didn't get to play with you--with the big one," he said, giggling softly. The guilt was too strong for me to contemplate his touching me again sexually. My mind raced for something else to say. "Well, when you do it later, we'll take our time, and I can test your sexual responses again, like you wanted." "Yeah, I still want that," he said, blushing. "It feels weird to be naked in the kitchen." I leaned back in my chair and spied his erection. "One part of you doesn't look like it feels weird." "Oh! Yeah." He reached down and began touching his penis. "Just this once, don't touch it, Jase." "Oh!" he said, pulling his hand away and up to the table, "Why, dad?" "Well, first of all, you should feel free to touch whenever you like, as long as you're alone, or with me." "Okay," he said, starting to be silly, giggling again. "But when you touch your penis, it gets just a little less sensitive--and tonight, you wanted me to test your sexual responses again." "Each time I touch it I make it less sensitive?" he said anxiously. "No, no. The sensitivity comes right back after a little while." "Look how hard I am," he said proudly, standing and coming to me. His grin was infectious. As I looked, I saw some remaining semen gleaming in the light. I glanced up at him. What I saw in his eyes enthralled me. Proud of his erection, he had asked for my approval. His eyes pleaded for it. The wrong praise, or the absence of it, could crush him now. "It looks VERY big and strong." I gulped and smiled at him, pushed aside my cautions, and grasped my son's rigid flesh. I expected stiffness, but his hardness after all this time stunned me. "You're amazing, Jason. I don't think I've ever been that hard." I trembled with his very warm penis in my hand. "Really?" he said, soaking up the compliment. "Yes." I stopped myself from adding that he was a good- looking boy. I had told him that before, but I didn't want my son becoming vain or arrogant. However, I sensed he was getting to me in ways I was reluctant to repel. "Wow. I got harder than you! Wow!" "Yes you did." "Daaaad?" he said in that sing-song way that always thrilled me--his voice full of sweet, boyish inquiry. "Yes?" I said, playing it up for him, looking up expectantly, my chin resting on my hand. His expression was more serious than I'd expected. "You liked watching me jerk off?" "Yes, Jason. It was very beautiful to see." I could not bring myself to tell him how he had aroused me. "Did I . . . look manly?" "Very manly. I thought you looked like a more mature boy, the way you went about it. You were very exciting to watch." "I made your boner jump, too, huh?" he said with a grin that bordered on mischievous. "Yes," I said, trying not to blush. I had the feeling he had this conversation planned. So much for not telling him that he'd aroused me. "That's good, right?" Now he had me in a tough spot. How could I say no? It would crush his mood, and cast a shadow over sexual enjoyment--and I would not have my son thinking negatively about sex. "Yes, I think it's very good." "We're special because we're close, huh." This time, he wasn't asking. "We can do lots of stuff other kids don't get to do with their dads, right?" "Yes, that's . . . true, son." Now he had me trapped, but I decided this was HIS time, his moment of pleasure--and frankly, he was arousing me to the point of no resistance. "Wow!" he said excitedly, throwing his arms around me. It was then I realized I was still naked. Jason was, too, so I supposed it best to stay that way and be quiet about it. "Do you think you'll be able to get soft soon, so I can test your responses?" "Soft?" he said--apparently a concept foreign to my son. "Yes." "Um . . . I don't think so, dad." "All right. I'll use some alternate ways to check your sexual responses." "Can we do it now?" "Well . . ." I wanted to rest more, but my arousal and his were leading me on, "sure we can." I felt quite odd with my young son leading me--pulling me by the hand into his bedroom, especially because he was anxious to masturbate again in my presence. But his joyous enthusiasm canceled all shreds of reservation, and I felt eager to join him. "I'll just be a minute," Jason said, standing at the side of his bed and looking down at it. "What are you doing?" I asked gently. "Reading a history book. You said you wanted me to be soft." "Oh, that's very good. Don't let me stop you," I said, my eyes resting on his hairless buttocks. Suddenly, a new world of erotic ideas flooded me as I eyed the luxurious flesh. My gaze was torn between Jason's cute rear and my bouncing penis. "Okay," he said after a minute, "I got a little soft." "You did very well," I said, looking at his half-hard boyhood, which aroused me no less than the erect version. I had a notion it was *more* arousing, with the thought of making his penis grow and throb to its fullness at the touch of my hand. "Lie down. Now, stick out your tongue like before." "Okay." I dabbed a few fingers on his very wet, warm tongue, and went to work sliding them gently at the base of his organ. I went back for more wetness, but his mouth was closed. "Keep your tongue out." "I feel weird that way." "I need more lubrication." "Othay," he said, attempting to speak with his tongue out. I spent little time gliding fingers around his corona, and went for the target--the frenum on the underside of the penis, where the so-called main nerve was located. I pressed a finger firmly against it and slid down the hot thing. "Yeahhhhhooooh!" he squealed, his excited boyhood jumping upward, hard as could be. Pre-cum shot out of him. "Very good sexual response!" "OH! OH! Felt so good!" "Impressive pre-cum flow, Jason," I said, boldly grasping his erection and stroking it with his natural fluids. "OH! Oh, GOD, dad! Yeah! Ah! No, don't stop." "Your turn." The boy needed no further prompting. His hand took over and he began masturbating at fantastic speed. Soon, he slowed and looked over at my lap. True to his word, he wrapped his free hand around my excited flesh, and stroked--my own pre-seminal fluid providing ample lubrication. "Oh, Jason!" I was overcome with the sensual feel of Jason stroking me. The soft, hot feel of his hand filled me with incredible lust. But the lure of his penis had me concentrating on it--on his pleasure, while his face and breaths professed the sensations coursing through him. I leaned forward, closer, overtaken with fascination of his enticing stiffness. The boyish scent of him flew into my nostrils, and I could not get enough of him. Forbidden or not, my desire for him prevailed. I grasped Jason's wrist, pulling his determined hand from his precious prize, and I slid his erection into my mouth, pressing my tongue hard against the hot flesh as I took all of him. "Faaaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Urrrrgghhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Even his moans shot me through with erotic shivers. The taste of his hard penis was thrill enough, but its mounting pulsation infused me with sexual feelings unsurpassed. As his hips bucked in the unforeseen pleasure that sent the boy into waves of ecstasy, I knew I would not stop sucking him. "Mmmm," I said, deliberately sending delicious vibrations into his rigid flesh, to be rewarded with his arousing moans. "ARRRRRRGHHH! YES! Oh, yes! Oh, oh YAHHHHHHHH!" And he flooded my mouth with the sweet essence of his magnificent boyhood, the seed of my seed returning to me, my son giving me the gift of his life-force, incredibly focused on his gripping orgasm, the climax eliciting high screams of utter adolescent bliss, and my tongue never so grateful to receive such agonizingly erotic sensations. I tasted my son's cum! He had never breathed so desperately, the wrenching squirms of his body reaching new levels, and as I looked up at him, he gave me the approval of his ecstatic blissful smile. The intense gyrations of his hips slowed. His breathing began to calm. Still, I held his precious organ in my mouth, tending to it gently with my lips and tongue. I swallowed his warm, frothy outpourings, thrilled with the sweet taste of him. I was certain this was an addictive nectar. My body throbbed with each swallow of my son's exquisite semen-- warm, fresh, and alive to the taste. "Oh! Oh, God, dad! This is so good! That is so hot! I never . . . oh! You made me feel so good." I was not about to release his hot flesh, even when he returned to my penis, and stroked me diligently. I was not shocked, nor did I want him to stop. I could not have imagined a more exciting occurrence--my son stroking my manhood as I sucked his hard boy-flesh. It was the most powerful climax of my life. I screamed during sex for the first time. And this was sex. I had had sex with my son, and was still having it as the last of my semen splattered noisily against his smooth body. "Oh, YEAH! I did it with the big one! And I got him to come!" Jason shouted, his unforgettable smile sending more voluptuous feelings shooting through me. "This is so good!" My tongue wiggled on his warm erection, consumed as I was with the joy I felt. His penis went into a long hard spasm. "AH! OH! No--stop dad! Eeeerrrrggg!" "Stop?" "Oh, God! It's just . . . too much or something." And I kissed him. I could not have prevented it, and had no desire to restrain myself. I wondered how long it would be before he would ask to do the same to me--to return the oral pleasure that I so willingly, desperately gave to him. More urgent in my lustful state of mind--in my impossible desire for Jason--I longed to know how long it would be before he became aroused and wanted me to do this to him again. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great! That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think. :-) --Dennis. I HAVE 2 OTHER STORIES: 1. Crazy for Chad - last post APPROX. Oct. 7, 2005; High School 2. Spankin High School Club Initiation - last post APPROX. Oct. 1, 2005, High School; Athletics LAST POST DATES good as of October 8, 2005. Actual date may be later, by the time you read this. Thanks, Dennis