Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 12:50:27 -0600 From: Justin Wong Subject: My Son Luke: Chapter 1 My Son Luke, Chapter 1 By Justin Wong Usual rules apply! Don't be reading this if you're not legally allowed to. If you don't like this stuff, and you're here, seriously re-think how you ended up at this story. Also, its fiction. Send comments, etc to wong.justin@live.com. I will add you to my mailing list upon request. Donate to Nifty! Seriously, this place is a gold mine of great fiction. Any amount helps. Enjoy. My son Luke is as sexy as they come. At 16, he has developed into a nicely built, handsome teenager. Luke is my only child. At first my wife and I thought we wanted more children, but the Mrs. eventually changed her mind. Not that it matters; she's been a great mother. My son didn't mind being the only child. Although we did, I admit, spoil him rotten, the kid somehow came out normal. Don't know how that happened, but I'm glad it did. Luke has my jet black hair and his mothers dark brown eyes. He has a well-defined jawline, straight nose, pearly white teeth and perfect lips. At 16, I had acne and was skin and bones (but I managed to fix that). Not Luke! I got him to start working out when he was younger, so he'd avoid the tooth-pick body type I was stuck with. He got his acne-free skin from his mother, I'm sure. Lately I just can't help admiring my son's perfect body. Puberty has given him, more or less, the same body I have now. We're decently hairy men, the Nelsons, but not bears by any means. Luke started shaving two years ago, but only within the past year has his beard really taken off. He shaves it though, which I like. I keep my face clean shaven myself. Luke, I know, has pretty bushy underarms, just like I do. His hair lies flat, however, while my armpit hair curls. I can only assume he has a good about of pubes as well. I haven't seen for myself (not that I haven't tried), but it's what I have. Only a faint dusting of hair exists on my chest, and Luke doesn't seem to have any. Maybe a hair or two. I love that Luke has bushy armpits. I don't know why, but it turns me on like nothing else. Nothing gets my dick harder or makes it leak faster than seeing Luke lift his arms and expose his glorious tufts of dark, coarse hair. I can usually steal a whiff or two of his scent; Old Spice deodorant and sweat. The best smell in the world, I always say. He also has a nice love trail starting from his belly button leading to his grand prize. I haven't seen him naked in years, but can tell from his bulge that he's getting along nicely. I'm hoping he hasn't grown a bigger dick than his father yet! I'm still taller than him, but only by two inches or so. Luke's 5'10, I'm around 6 foot. I should fill you in on myself. My name's Brett. I, of course, have hair like Luke's, but I have blue eyes (which, unfortunately, my son didn't get). Now that my face is free of acne (at age 38), my son and I look a lot alike. People always ask right away if I'm his father. But on to the juicy details: my cock is 7.5 inches and cut, just like my son's. I too have rather bushy armpits, as mentioned, and nice pubic bush which I pretty much leave alone. Working out since college has kept me in excellent shape, and I've only found one gray hair on my head. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Luke and I have always had a pretty close, open relationship. I gave him "the talk" when he was on this side of 13, explaining, of course, puberty and its effects, before moving onto sex and the basics on how that works. It was a little awkward at first, but Luke's (and my) nerves eventually disappeared as he began to ask questions. I also took the liberty to explain masturbation to him; at first Luke just laughed, saying he had already figured out the joys of playing with his dick. I laughed then too; guys just know from instinct how to stroke it, I guess. I told him I still rub one out pretty often, and told him to never worry about getting caught and stuff; we'd give him his privacy. Since then, we've been pretty open about jerking off. I buy us bottles of lube and make sure Luke always has tissues so he can clean up his mess. The boy goes through tissues like a madman! Of course, teenagers are always horny. As you can tell, it's pretty rare for Luke to hide anything from me. Not that I don't get mad at him for things, but really the worst he's done is bring home a bad test grade every now and then. So, you can probably understand why I was surprised when, one day, Luke came home acting odd. My wife was still at work when Luke got home around 4:30, which was pretty early. Normally he'd do homework with his buddies or hang out at the park or something before coming home. Not today. I was trying to figure out dinner in the kitchen when Luke arrived. "Hey bud," I said, checking the fridge. "How was your day?" "Fine," said Luke flatly, setting his backpack down on the table. "Everything ok at school today?" I asked, deciding on spaghetti for dinner. "Yeah, I guess," he said, still in a flat tone. Already, I knew something was up. "You guess?" I answered. Luke hated when I said that. "Everything was fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna go change," he added before I could ask anything else, and he raced upstairs. Not his usual cheerful self, I must say. Twenty minutes passed, and still Luke hadn't come back down stairs. I was getting a little more worried, and decided to go upstairs and fetch him. I figured I'd ask him to help me with dinner and try and figure out what was wrong with him before his mother came home and he shut down completely. I twiddled on upstairs and saw Luke's door ajar. I figured since it was open, he wasn't jerking off or changing or anything, so I slowly walked in. Luke was sitting at his desk, holding something, and jumped when he heard the door open. "Dad!" exclaimed Luke, surprised; then he threw whatever he was holding into his open desk drawer and quickly closed it. Way to be obvious, kid. "Uh, sorry to bother you, Luke," I said, surprised myself by what I just saw. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You got home early today." "Yeah, I'm fine Dad," said Luke, obviously trying to play things off. Wasn't buying it over here. "So, then, you gonna tell me what you're trying to hide from me?" I asked, figuring we might as well get down to business and cut through the awkwardness as fast as possible. "Er, it's nothing," said Luke. He knew as well as I did that his defense was lame. Shit, I hope my son isn't on drugs or something, I thought. I decided to try and not use force or authority on this one. "Luke, it's me. Your dad. I don't know what you're hiding, but you've been acting all weird on me. You're never home this early and your mood sucks. Now what's up?" "Nothing. I'm fine." "So, then, why won't you show me what's in your desk?" "Because...you'll get angry." Damn, that's never a good response from your kid. "Fuck, Luke, you're not on drugs, are you?" "What?!" said Luke, looking generally taken aback by my question. "No, of course not! Geez, Dad." "Well I don't have much to go on here! I had to at least ask, Luke. Look, so its not drugs. That's good. So then what is it? Whatever it is, I won't be mad." Luke just gave me one of his "Yeah, that's what you say looks." "I mean it! I promise, I won't be mad." "Promise?" "Yes, Luke. Now show me what it is. You're staring to scare the shit out of your old man, seriously." The boy really knew how to take something minor and give me a heart attack with it. Luke took a deep breath and said, "Alright, fine." And with that, he opened his drawer, and pulled out an oddly familiar, small box. It was a pack of condoms. Trojans, to be exact. I was surprised, confused, and oddly relieved (no controlled substances!) at the same time. The shock of what was happening, and the weird absurdity of it, left me no choice. I burst into laughter. "Wow. Way to just embarrass the hell out of me, Dad," said Luke, although he said it with sarcasm and he was actually smiling, albeit sheepishly. "Sorry Luke," I said, choking on my laughter, "I-I Just wasn't expecting you to pull out these bad boys!" "Well now you know why I didn't want to show you! Damn, I feel like an idiot." I managed to stop laughing, and said "Sorry Luke. But Christ, you can't blame me. Listen, I'm just glad you're not on drugs." "Does this mean you're not angry?" "Of course not, Luke," I said, and I walked over and ran my hand through his hair like I used to when he was little. The impact of what a pack of condoms meant was starting to dawn on me, though. Fuck, my little boy was no longer a boy. He was old enough to enter the world of sex. Shit, I knew this day would come. "Luke, let's have a talk. Just us guys. You know, man to man. You're mother's not due home for another hour or so." "Yeah, alright. Sounds like a good idea," answered Luke. I was surprised he didn't object, but I guess he felt better that I wasn't mad. "I guess you know what's coming, then?" I asked, taking a seat on his bed. "Another sex talk?" "In a way," I replied. "I just have one question before we begin. Luke, I know this may seem like a stupid question, but why were you so afraid of telling me about your condoms? Or that you might need them? We've always had an open relationship. On a related note, I bought you another bottle of lube. I saw that you were almost out." "Thanks, Dad," answered Luke with an embarrassed grin. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I was just....I didn't know how to tell you. I thought you might be mad, you know, me being young and all." "Well it's not the ideal situation, I have to admit, but really Luke, I'm sort of proud of you." I honestly really was. "Really? Why?" "Cause you chose to use protection! You remembered what I told you, three years ago when we had our first talk. When did you buy these, anyway?" "A week ago, at Target. Those ones were on sale." "Not a bad choice, I should add." "Dad!" "Just fucking with you, Luke," I said, with a chuckle. Now that I knew he wasn't doing something (more) stupid, talking about sex with my son was starting to send pulses to my groin. "In all seriousness, I'm glad that if you were going to have sex, you were going to be smart about it. So, down to business. Who's the lucky gal? And why haven't your mother and I heard about her yet?" With that question, Luke became, once again, uncomfortable. "I-It's, a...friend of mine." "More than a friend, if you ask me." "Yeah, well...yeah. The SpringTime school dance is coming up. We've kinda been like...friends with benefits. Not really something I wanted to share with my parents, you know? Things have been going well, so I figured I should be prepared. Things could get...heated. I'm pretty nervous, to be honest." Luke said this last part in a rather small voice. His face became flushed as the impact of what he revealed to me hit him. "Meh, you'll be a natural," I answered, trying to lighten the mood. "Trust me, I was." This time Luke laughed. "I"m serious! The ladies loved me. Your mother had to fight off a lot of women to get to me, believe me." "Right, I'm sure she did." "Damn right, she did," I said with a grin. The atmosphere, with this last quip, had become oddly relaxed. "Listen, Luke. Be careful, alright? If you have any questions, or want some advice, come talk to me. Don't do anything you're not prepared for, but use protection if you do have sex." "Course I will, Dad. But...can you not tell Mom?"
 "Of course I won't tell her. Everything stays between us." "Thanks, Dad." And with that, Luke got up from his chair, sat beside me, and gave me the first real hug he's given me since he was little. "Sorry I lied," he said, his voice soft and deep. "It's ok, bud," I said softly. To my surprise, Luke didn't break his embrace. I didn't either; it felt good to be so close to my son again. His dark hair was soft against my face, and his firm chest was warm and comforting against mine. The mood between us had suddenly turned sentimental. I continued to hug my son close to me. "I love you, Luke." "I love you too, Dad." What happened next, I wasn't expecting in a million years. "Hey...Dad?" "Yeah, Lu-?" Before I knew what was happening, my son's lips were on mine. Holy fuck, my son was kissing me. I froze in shock, still trying to register what was happening. Luke sensed my stiffness and pulled back. The look on his face said it all. He stood up and immediately started freaking out. "Fuck, shit! I'm sorry! Fuck man, I can't believe I just did that, holy sh-" I only let a second pass by before I stood up too to calm Luke down. "Dad, I'm sorry! Please don't hate me, I didn't me-" I put my hand on Luke's mouth to silent him. He looked at me, fear in his eyes. There's nothing worse than seeing that type of fear in your child's eyes. I took a step forward, put my hands on either side of Luke's face, and leaned in and kissed him. This time, it was Luke's turn to tense up in surprise. After a few moments though, he relaxed. Then he started kissing me back. His hands, shaking, wrapped themselves around my body, bringing us in closer. I could feel my son's dick hardening as we once again began to passionately embrace. We broke our kiss, and I put my hands on Luke's shoulders as he opened his eyes. "Dad, I-I" "Luke, it's ok. We...we shouldn't be doing this, you know," I said softly, but firmly. I needed to be sure Luke understood what this meant. "I know. Trust me, I do. But I want to do this. I've always wanted to be with you." "Fuck, Luke. Really?" "Y-yeah. Are you...ok with this?" he asked, anxious to hear my answer. 
 "More than ok, Luke. You don't know hot you are. And you definitely can't fathom how much I love you." I heard Luke breathe a sigh of relief at my words. "You're pretty hot yourself, Dad. This is probably the best time to say this. I have a quick confession."
 "What is it?" "Those condoms...I didn't plan to use them with a girl. Any girl. They were for me and Steve. You know, my friend from soccer." Of course I knew Steve. "I kinda figured out in the last minute or so that they weren't for a girl. Steve's hot, by the way. My boy knows how to score!" "No matter what, you always know how to embarrass me, Dad." "Of course, that's my job."
 I kissed him again. I started out with a gentle kiss; then I became hungry with desire for my son. I dropped my hands to his rock hard ass, and pulled his body into mine. He groaned as he felt my cock grind into his through his shorts. I slowly moved my hands to his chest, made him take a step backward, and gently pushed him onto his bed. "Fuck, Dad, you know how to lead." "Of course I do. Get ready to learn a thing or two from your old man." I was laying on top of him now, supporting my weight with my arms. I reached down with my left hand and stroked my son's dick through his shorts. Luke's body tensed the moment I reached his member. "Shit, that feels good," he breathed. His dick felt massive straining against the material. I could clearly feel the outline of his mushroom head and the wet, sticky spot that had formed around it. I rubbed by thumb against the sweet spot underneath the head of his cock. "Fuck," said Luke, shivering at my touch. It turned me on to hear him cuss. He moved his hands and pressed them against my chest; as I flicked his cock, he began tweaking my nipples, turning them into hard nubs, and causing me to groan myself. "I've wanted this for a long time, Luke," I said, kissing his neck. His stubble felt so good grazing against my jawline. "Me too...damn, you touch me better than Steve ever has." "That's cause I know what I'm doing," I said, grinning to myself. "I probably give a better blow job than Steve too. No offense." "Steve's ne-never blown me," said Luke, who was grinding his crotch into the palm of my hand. His dick was hard, huge, and throbbing with heat. "Really?" I said, a bit surprised. "So, you've never had a blow job?" "N-no," answered Luke, already anticipating what was to come. I could see the excitement ignite in his eyes, and I'm sure he saw the lust burn in mine. "I'll have to fix that. Stay laying down. You're going to enjoy this." I took Luke's hands from my chest and pinned them behind his head. At this point I was straddling my own son. Then I kissed him again, gently, savoring the feel of Luke's lips against mine. As I nuzzled his neck, Luke whimpered softly; I reached down and slid my hand underneath his shirt, feeling his stone hard stomach with soft hairs surrounding his belly button. "Let's get this thing off of you." Luke sat up as I lifted his shirt up and over his head and tossed it to the floor. Up close, his body was magnificent. His dark nipples, already stiff, stood out beautifully against his pale, broad chest. His narrow abs and narrow waist already had a thin, light layer of sweat, a product of our body heat and Luke's own carnal excitement. "You're so fucking beautiful, Luke." I scooted my body down a tad, still hovering over his muscled form. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against his left nipple. "Oh God," he groaned. I flicked it several more times before biting it gently. My son was moaning, softly, at a constant rate by now. I loved the way his body squirmed in pleasure at my every touch. His skin was soft and supple beneath my touch, radiating heat all over. I moved on his right nipple, sucking it gently, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. As I did so, I pressed my crotch into his rock solid cock, grinding our tools. "Shit, Dad. That feels so good..." "It gets better," I whispered. I moved on to what I was most excited about: Luke's beautiful, sexy armpits. I once again lifted his hands above his head, exposing his black bushes- it was an amazing sight. His hair was thick and damp, pushed flat against his underarms. I moved my face towards his left armpit, and was hit by the most amazing smell I've ever experienced. His crisp, sweaty odor was intoxicating. I gently nuzzled his underarm, causing Luke to squirm and half groan, half laugh as he experienced a new type of pleasure. His coarse hairs scratched and tickled my lips as I swirled my tongue into the crevice of his armpit. I inhaled his masculine, musky scent, enjoying every minute of it. My hand stroked his dick while I buried my face in other other armpit; Luke was in heaven at both ends of his body. "Oh yeah, uh, fuck. Yeah, yeah, don't stop, mmm-" By now I was harder than I've ever been in my life. "Alright, enough foreplay. I've waited long enough to see your cock." Luke almost began trembling at my words. "Here, sit up and open your legs a bit for me." Luke immediately sat up against his pillows and his headboard. This gave me enough room to lay at the edge of his bed near his crotch. This way, I'd also have easy access to his balls. Finally the moment I'd been waiting for. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Luke's shorts and boxers, and dragged them down and off from his legs. My son was completely naked before me. His cock was magnificent. It was already a hefty 7 inches, more or less the same thickness as mine, and oozing precum like a faucet. His head was throbbing angrily and was purple from being so hard. His balls were the size of eggs, and covered in hair. His bush was just like mine, as predicted; plenty of hair that didn't look like it'd been trimmed or shaved, ever. I pressed my face against Luke's hot, sweaty stomach. His muscles clenched as my tongue danced around his belly button, dampening the hairs that lead to my goal. I moved down, inhaling the musk of his bush. God, it was delicious. I could've sat there and smelled my son all day, but I had better things to do. Luke's cock, up close, was enticing. I wrapped my fist around his shaft; it was silky to the touch. One, slow, sensuous pump of my hand produced another sexy moan and a huge drop of fluid at the tip. I dragged my tongue against his piss slit, taking in Luke's nectar. "Shit!" Luke's body jerked beneath me and I was rewarded with another huge drop of his slightly salty, mostly sweet (purely delicious) juice. Wrapping my first around him again, I swirled his precum all over his dick head with my thumb, eliciting more moans and juice. As I pumped my son's dick, my mouth went for his boy eggs. "Yeah, Dad, suck my balls," said Luke passionately. This turned me on more than I expected. My tongue slathered his sac, taking in the delicious, musky taste of teenage boy. I gently slurped one of his balls into my mouth, sucking and licking at the same time. "Christ, Dad! Shit, that's nice, yeah that's- FUCK!" Luke's body trembled and he thrust his crotch forward as I released his boy egg, dragged my tongue underneath the length of his cock, and engulfed the whole shaft into my mouth. It was a stretch, but I managed to deepthroat my son. I stayed in that position, not moving, allowing my son to get used to the incredible feeling of having your penis in a warm, wet mouth. "Dad. Suck it. Suck my fucking cock," whispered Luke in a husky voice. I was happy to oblige. I began bobbing up and down on my son's dick, making sure to swirl my tongue around his crown and piss slit. Luke's basic instinct's kicked in; he thrust his groin forward in an attempt to get more of his dick in my mouth. Soon we worked a nice, steady rhythm. Luke was fucking my face, and loving every minute of it. "Fuck yes! Uh, yeah, don't stop Dad, it feels so goddamn good..." I knew my son wouldn't last long, it being his first time and me being a damn good cocksucker. Pretty soon I felt his body tense up; his ball sack moved closer to his body, and Luke's fists clenched his bed sheets as he shouted: "Fuck, Dad! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking explode!" My response was to bury my nose in his pubes as I took his entire dick as far down my throat as it could go. "Oh FUCK! I'm cumming! Ooohhhhh God!" Volley after volley after my son's jizz torpedoed down my throat. Five shots, six shots, seven; the number kept growing. I kept swallowing. Luke's body was rigid and covered with sweat as he unleashed his load in my mouth. His cum tasted wonderfully sweet with that little salty tang to it. Finally, after what seemed like a gallon of semen, Luke's body relaxed. He was breathing heavily, and his dick began to soften. I kept it in my mouth until it went completely soft. As soon as I let go, Luke's hands grabbed me and brought my face up to his. His beautiful eyes stared into mine. "That was fucking incredible, Dad," he said before kissing me. "I can taste my jizz," he added, grinning. "It tasted amazing," I told him, smiling myself. "Told you I was good at giving head." "Yeah, you are," said Luke. He placed a hand on my aching, dripping cock straining against my shorts. I was amazed that I hadn't cum myself. Luke learned forward and breathed into my ear, "It's my turn to show you what I've learned." End of Chapter 1 Again, comments/feedback/suggestions can be sent to wong.justin@live.com. 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