Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:50:54 -0400
From: niftyreadersclub@aol.com
Subject: My Son's Request 7

This story is completely fictional, so please read at your own discretion.
It involves moments between a father and son that are not regarded as
acceptable in lawful society, yet has a meaning all its own.  As I see it,
the world is a very scary place going into the unknown when on the other
hand, turning to familiarity, trust and safety I hold in high regard toward
experience, knowledge and understanding.  I hope you read between the lines
and see a message of this.  Comments may be emailed to
niftyreadersclub@aol.com.  Please enjoy...

Seven of Seven

I made love to my son.  It was the first thought that came through the
cobwebs in my mind as I woke up that evening.  I felt Nate's warm body next
to me.  I turned my head on the pillow to see him still asleep.  His
nakedness had become a common given in my mind now.  Looking down his body,
I saw that he was hard, and that was common too.  I stared at his cock for
many moments, and finally reached to touch it, just lightly.  I didn't do
it because I wanted to, but because I could.  There were no secrets, no
fears anymore between us, and it was liberating.

He stirred but didn't wake, so I positioned myself on my side, crossed my
arms and just watched his face as he slept.  Making love to him had so far
been the scariest idea to my being, because it never came to me that I ever
would.  It was actually a shock that he asked.  I remember thinking I
didn't want to hurt him and I'd never performed anal sex in my life with
anyone.  I wasn't the biggest endowed guy on the planet, but still.  I
smiled.  My cock started to grow hard remembering the fire I felt when I
was in him, so tight, so much like a vacuum sucking me in.  I don't think I
ever felt that powerful of an ejaculation in my life.

I asked myself if I could do that again, if I could want that again.  It
was an explosive experience I knew I'd never know with any other guy.  I
knew that.  Truth being, if Nate wasn't my son, none of this would ever
have happened.  I wanted to hold him, even if it woke him up.  I put my
arms around him and pulled him to me.  I felt an unknown passion I didn't
realize could exist.  Passion.  That's what I felt when I was in him, even
though I started out so reluctant.

To have thrust in and out of him, letting him see my actual sexual urge and
need, my performance sexually; once I was there, I couldn't stop, I
released myself and made love, even as brief as it had turned out.  I
couldn't stop my load from coming any more then I could stop a rainy day.

Nate's eyes fluttered open and he cuddled against me.  I wanted to ask him
if he was alright, but decided not to because I thought he'd tell me
anyway.  He wanted me to know his thoughts and I wouldn't close my mind to
them.  The only real fear I had now was how dependent my son was becoming
to this sexual exploration with me.  And maybe, that wasn't my fear at all.
Perhaps I feared that I was at a point of never being able to say no to
whatever he wanted.  These experiences have never been bad for me, and what
happened a couple hours ago became a pleasure I didn't know I could
appreciate.

"You're hard, dad," He noticed, wrapping his fingers around my shaft.

"I'm comfortable."

He moved to look me in the eyes, "You are?"  He asked, mildly surprised.  I
nodded.  After that he didn't seem to know what to say.

I danced my fingertips gently on his cheek.  I didn't know what to say
myself.  I closed my eyes and found myself enjoying his hand playing with
my cock.  Maggie stopped doing that years ago, just laying in bed and
fondling me.  I realized I missed having this done to me.

This very moment turned into one of my best memories between us, just
laying here, lost in our own thoughts but together.  I knew that if Nate
wanted me to, I'd make love to him again, even though he had said earlier
he wanted to try it just once.  "Did you like it?"  I had to ask, keeping
my eyes closed while he responded.

"I think so.  It hurt some, but I got used to it.  I think I still feel you
in me."  It was like hearing a bed time story in the darkness behind my eye
lids.  A moment went by before he continued.  "I think I..."  A long pause
followed, so I looked at him, knowing full well what the rest of his
sentence would be.

For the first time in our experiences, I made the moves, I inspired the
play.  I don't know how I knew to do this, but I put a hand to his cock and
stroked him for a few seconds.  He opened his legs to my hand.  In a flash
I thought about the load I drove into him.  My middle finger found his
scrotum and it felt moist, wet still from the lubricant.  My finger slipped
inside him easily, and I moved it in and out as our eyes glistened with
sexual energy.

My cock throbbed in his hand at the thought of going into that dark, tight,
hot place again.  I kissed him, our tongues colliding between our lips.  I
wanted to see his sexual urge, his need, his desire.  I forced him on his
back and kissed the center of his chest as I fingered him.  It was like a
drug to him that put him in bliss as I did this.  I realized I'd never
touched him much.  He didn't know what a blow job felt like.  Not knowing
how well I'd do at it, I put my face down there and took him in my mouth,
feeling his curly pubic hair against my cheek.

Feeling my son's body react sexually and hearing the flood of gasps coming
from his lips invigorated me.  I was giving him a pleasure he needed.  It
was all that I needed to want to do this.  The taste of his flesh in my
mouth washed over my tongue.  I knew the scent of semen, and now I knew the
taste of it from when he came earlier.  It was still there, the saltiness
and sweetness I always heard that it tasted like from conversations in my
younger years.

I saw the tube of lubricant on the bed beside him, and my cock pulsed,
calling to be drowned in it.  I removed my finger from Nate and fumbled
with the tube to squeeze its contents on my cock.  Nate was still so moist
down there that I didn't even think to use more lube on him.  He didn't
need any more.  I let his cock pop out of my mouth to move my face to his
and kiss him again, staring into his eyes as I knelt between his legs.  His
legs came around my torso once again, prompting me to move forward until
the head of my cock made contact.

The slide inside him was easier this time, and half of my cock moved into
him, stopping just in case it hurt, but when Nate responded with pleasure,
I buried myself all the way, keeping our mouths locked together.  I slowly
moved in and out of him, watching his eyes glisten. "I wanna see you cum,
dad," He breathed.  "Pull out when you cum!"

That drove me crazy, knowing that he loved seeing that.  I thrust faster.
He wanted to see me shoot and I wanted to.  After a couple more moments, I
felt the tremor of the beginning of my sperm build.  The force came
quickly.  I jerked out of him, straightened my body, grabbed my cock and
stroked one stroke before I sprayed my son's chest with my cum.  He watched
with mouth gaping, eyes bulged.  I let him fully see me enjoying those
seconds when I shoot, how I am, how my body reacts, every pulse, every
spasm, every shudder, until I was spent.

Nate dropped his legs to my sides and began stroking himself furiously.  I
watched.  In seconds, his fountain erupted into the air before me, his
first burst of sperm climbing to my eye level and falling back down onto
his stomach and chest.  At his second spurt into the air, I threw my hand
out and caught it in my palm, then I felt his next wave hit the back of my
hand.  He had a geyser of cum to release, his body heaving.  When he was
spent, and our sperm was all over him, I fisted my hand that held his
second explosion and gently laid over him.  The wetness was warm to my body
between us.

We dozed off into sleep again, no other words spoken.  We left the lodge
room bed sheets in a heap of dried cum stains the next morning, which we
chuckled about.  We never bothered to venture around the canyon.  Nate got
what he intended to come here for.  That was enough for me.

During the drive home, I asked him, "Nate, have you found everything you
believed you were looking for?"

He smiled.  "Yes.  I'm ready.  I'm ready to be a homosexual."

After that weekend, I knew my son could tell me anything that ever happened
to him and everything that came to his mind that he might want.

When Nate graduated from high school, after the hoopla of the big event, I
remembered all of this.  He applied at a community college five cities away
from home, far enough away that he would be moving from our home.  In the
many months following his initial exploration into his sexuality with me,
we rarely were sexual again.  He found himself, was content with being who
he would be, and looked forward to what he could find out there in the big
wide world of possibilities for himself.

Our time with this would always be special to me.

The day he had his car packed with his belongings and was ready to start
the first fall semester, something tugged at me that I couldn't let go.  I
would always fear for his safety.  He didn't choose to be who he was, but
being who he was would have its own difficulties.

I let the family as a whole say their goodbyes to him after dinner.
Maggie, as a mother, went into her tears, and my other kids were
indifferent about the pending absence of their older brother.  All in all,
I had a great anticipation to be alone with him.  That time came in the
garage.  I asked my son if he wanted to somehow tie his ten speed to the
top of the very car we gave him on his sixteenth birthday.  He told me no,
let Will make use of it.  I chuckled.

"Dad."  Tears came to my eyes when he came up to me.  I rarely cried.  I
was leaning against our car.  "Do you have...ANY idea how much you mean to
me?"

I crushed him with a bear hug and I didn't want to let go.  I knew he was
letting tears escape his eyes too.  "I know," I whispered in his ear.  His
personality had grown stronger since he turned sixteen.  He had all the
confidence he needed.  Nate separated us against my will, our eyes meeting
again, smiles on our faces.

"I'll always need you."  I nodded.  It gave me the opening I needed, that I
was hoping for.

We talked so much in the past two years about life whenever we had the
chance.  What I now shared with him was this...I pulled him close again,
took his hand and put it to my crotch.  He grabbed me, a questioning look
in his eyes.  I nodded soberly, telling him, "Stay safe."

A look of amazement overcame him, his body frozen with a chill.  It made me
believe what I was trying to get across to him had to have no words, that
he could always depend on me, that whatever he experienced out there in
life he could bring home to me, share with me.  I wanted to create a shield
around him that would cause him to be sensible, cautious, responsible, for
himself and for me.  It's all I'd ever ask of him.  I hoped the offer to
share my sex with him would be enough.

Nate started to say something, but I covered his mouth with my own,
silencing him.  Then I softly nudged him back.  I moved around him and
pushed the button that opened the garage door.  We looked at his car in the
driveway.  I nodded toward it.  "Get going while you still have the
chance."

He smiled.  In a skipping sort of way, he moved to his car and opened the
driver door.  He stared back at me a moment longer, then got in, starting
the engine.  We watched each other as he backed out, then he had no choice
but to pay attention to his driving.  After a final nod, he disappeared
from my view.  I hit the button again, and the garage door came down.

I stood there, wondering what he was going to say to me only a moment
before that I stopped him from saying.  I wanted it that way.  It left me
full of imagination, and for that, I never wanted to really know what he
would have said.  Our relationship was alive and kicking.

Moments later, I turned to the door that would lead me into the kitchen
that would lead me to the rest of my life and the family that I love.
Thinking back, I wouldn't change a thing.  I'd do it all over again.
That's how I felt inside of me...

I hope all of you readers have enjoyed this story.  I loved sharing it with
you, and am appreciating the responses I'm receiving from you.  Regards...M