Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2008 08:48:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Tristan
Subject: My Son's Circumcision

My Son's Circumcision
By Tristan

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction
explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends
or disturbs you, or if you are under the age of 18, read no further.

A year ago, just one month after my son Jack's sixteenth birthday, my ex-wife
and I learned that he needed to undergo circumcision, since it was impossible
for him to retract his foreskin normally. I knew that this was going to be
difficult and painful for my son, and I wanted to be there for him.
Unfortunately, things between my ex-wife and myself had not been good since our
divorce, which was finalized 4 years ago. Right after she and I separated, I
changed jobs, and moved about 5 hours away. Jack remained with his mom,
and visited me during breaks from school and throughout the summer.

I took a room in a motel for two days when he was scheduled for the procedure,
so that I could be with him in the hospital. The circumcision went fine, and
Jack returned home with his mom to recuperate. The sutures were removed after 7
days, and the doctor warned Jack not to masturbate for at least another 5 days.
I didn't see Jack during that time. He had final exams in school, and was
counting down the days to summer vacation.

The first weekend after school ended, I drove down to pick him up and bring him
back to my place for the summer. He said goodbye to his mom, we loaded up the
jeep and drove off.

Jack was pretty quiet in the car.

"How you doing, son?" I asked.

Jack ran his hand through his dark brown hair, and kind of tugged at it in
frustration. "It's been really tough, dad."

"I know son, I can imagine." I reached back and gently grabbed his neck, and
gave him a little shake.

"No dad, seriously. You can't even imagine."

I knew what he was trying to say. I was uncut and still had my foreskin, and I
really could not imagine what it would be like to suddenly have that cut away.

"You're right son, I'm sorry. I really don't know what that must feel like. I am
sorry you had to go through this, but the doctors said there was no other way."

A tear suddenly swelled up in his eye. "Most of all, I'm sad that I am not like
you anymore, dad."

Of course, my son had seen me naked around the house plenty of times, and we
were pretty comfortable in our own skins. I remember showing him how to gently
retract his foreskin to clean himself when he was twelve and had just started to
undergo puberty-- but he always seemed to have trouble. That's when I started to
realize that as he grew older, he was going to have a problem.

"Look son, so you are less like me in just one way, and that's all."

"If you say so, dad."

Jack was pretty quiet the rest of the way home. When we finally arrived, we
unloaded the jeep and got him set up in his room pretty quickly.

I made some hamburgers on the grill, and we sat around and played video games
the rest of the night. Finally, it was getting pretty late, so I said "Okay son,
that's the last round for tonight. Time for bed."

Jack went off to his room. I went to bathroom and started washing up for bed. I
took off my shirt and jeans, and stood there in my white briefs and started
brushing my teeth. But I could see that Jack had closed the bedroom door solidly
behind him, which was strange for him. I walked across the hall, and without
knocking, opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, dad!" Jack was just pulling up his pajama bottoms, and had his shirt off.
"What's the big idea?"

"I'm sorry son. But what's this about all of a sudden. We were never shy around
each other before." I stood there in my underwear and waited for a response.

Jack lowered his head. "I know, dad, it's just-well-- I am embarrassed all of
sudden-- I feel different."

"That's just not acceptable, son," I cautioned him. "You cannot let that fact
that your penis looks a little different mean that now there's a wall between
us. You're still my son, and I expect you to be comfortable around me."

"Dad, I can't." He turned away.

I sat down on the bed. He stood with his back to me.

"Son," I said. "Turn around and talk to me, and let's work this out."

Slowly he turned around. "Okay, dad."

"Have you healed properly?" I asked.

"I, yeah, I think so, dad. It's a lot less sore than it was." He shrugged his
shoulders.

"Okay," I said. "Let's have a look."

Jack took a step back. "No way, dad, I'm embarrassed."

"Sorry, that's not acceptable. I have seen you naked a thousand times, and you
have seen me and your mom naked a thousand times. So come over here and let me
make sure you're okay."

"Alright, okay dad, whatever!"

"Okay, so drop the pants," I said.

Jack lowered is pants and kicked them off. His penis flopped out and was hanging
to one side. He had been shaved before the surgery, and his dark brown pubic
hair was just growing back.

"Come closer and let me see the scar," I said.

So Jack approached the edge of the bed where I was sitting. Without thinking, I
reached out, and gently took hold of his penis.

"Oh man, dad, I'm not a kid anymore."

"Never mind," I said. "Pretend I am your doctor."

Jack took a deep breath. I examined his flaccid penis, and could see that he had
healed nicely. The doctor had left the frenulum intact, and there was no redness
or irritation.

Jack seemed to get more uncomfortable. "Come on dad, so you've seen it, okay?"
Just then, I could feel his penis pulse, and start to stiffen slightly in my
hand.

"Okay, sport, okay," I let go of his penis and he stepped back.

"So am I okay, dad?" he asked.

"I think so," I said. "How is it when_ you get an erection?"

"You mean when I get a woody-- I don't know, okay I guess. I've been afraid to
touch it. The doctor said I couldn't-- you know..."

His face started to turn red, and his penis started to stiffen even more.

"You can say, it son. Masturbate. We all do it, I do it, you do it."

"Do you have to use that word, dad? Can't you say "jerk off"?

"Sure son," I laughed. "We can say that instead of you like. So don't you think
it's time you tried out your new equipment?"

"I think so, dad, I am so horny. You can see it for yourself, I guess!"

At this point, my son's penis had grown to a full erection of about six inches.

"Okay son, I'll leave the room and let you get to it..."

I got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

"Dad?"

I turned around. "Yes, Jack?"

"Dad, I am nervous and I need your help."

I hesitated. "Okay son, what do you need?"

"I... I need you to help me through this, the first time since the surgery and
all... I mean, like you said, there's nothing to be ashamed of..."

I was struck with a sense of insecurity. Suddenly there was a sexual element
present, and I wasn't sure how to proceed. I didn't want to be a hypocrite, and
send the kid mixed messages. Was nudity okay, but sexuality was somehow taboo?
What was I teaching him?

"Alright son..." I said. "So let's lie down on the bed."

Jack stretched out on the bed and I lay down next to him.

"Hold on," I said. I went across the hall to the bathroom, and came back with a
bottle of baby oil. I got back onto the bed.  "Hold your dick straight up," I
said.  I popped the lid off, and started to pour some of the oil onto Jack's
hard penis.

"Okay son," I said. "This oil will really help things along. Go for it."

Jack gave his penis a couple of strokes, and then stopped.
"Dad, do it for me, this first time, will you?"

"I... I don't know, son."

"Come on dad, please, help me out. You always said there was nothing to be
embarrassed about when it came to this kind of thing."

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, son, you're right. I did say that. And I stand by
it, so here goes--- and for god's sake, never tell your mother I did this for
you!"

We both laughed. Then I reached down and put my right hand around my son's dick,
and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Jack squirmed a little.

"Is it painful? You okay, son?"

"Yeah, dad, I am okay."

What I didn't expect at this moment was that my own cock was growing inside my
underwear. Was I getting turned on by my own son? Here I was, a straight man,
with my hand around my own son's dick, stroking him to climax? What was wrong
with me?

I put the idea out of my head, and just kept stroking him.

"That's great dad, man that's great..."  His eyes started to close and a wave of
ecstasy seemed to overtake him. The more I continued to stroke his cock, the
more his body started to move and meet me half way.

I reached over with my other hand, put a little oil on my fingers and started to
massage his testicles.

"Oh shit, dad, that feels amazing."

"Just enjoy it, son" I said quietly. He closed his eyes, and I gradually moved
the fingers of my left down to his asshole, while still stroking his cock with
my right.

I could feel the hair around his hole moisten with the oil as I gently pried
open his hole. I was able to insert the tip of my finger when Jack suddenly
tensed up. "Hey, son, relax," I said softly. "Let me in there..."

Slowly I felt his sphincter relax, and I was able to insert my entire finger.
Soon I felt his prostate, and stared to massage it gently.

Jack opened his eyes briefly, then I saw his eyes role back as the pleasure
overtook him completely.

"Don't stop dad," he breathed. "I'm getting real close."

"I'm not stopping son, you are doing great. Go for it."

Moments later he started to moan, and his body tightened and began to spasm. I
could feel his sphincter pulsating around my finger as semen started to shoot
from his dick. Two long, thick streams of cum shot out across his chest, and
reached his chin and then his nipples. Then there were three smaller spurts of
clear semen, and then finally another squirt of thick, white, jizz.

Jack's body suddenly went limp, and I gently removed my
finger from his anus.

I put my arm behind his head and cradled him as he drifted off to sleep.

"Good boy," I whispered in his ear.

He opened and closed his eyes again. "You're the best, dad."

There was just the problem of my own throbbing hard-on to consider...