Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 22:59:40 -0500 From: Eric L Subject: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 4 - PLEASURE FOR KEVIN AND DAD MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 4 - PLEASURE FOR KEVIN AND DAD A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest - (Kevin age 12 now) by Eric L. Email, send to Eric: eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L. _________________________________________________________________ MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 4 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ! (Kevin age 12) ```````````````````````````````` "Oh, Kevin, yes!" I said, responding to the message of his aimed penis, and seeing the fierce desire finally overwhelm him. "Suck me, dad." ______ "Oh, son!" I said, trembling. I looked down at my beautiful, 12-year-old son. I felt many things at that moment, including my own desire to taste him. Guilt and my longing to suck him formed a curious mixture. But, it was not to be. Kevin was exhausted, and fell asleep. This was implausible--impossible, I thought momentarily. Then I reiterated my belief that nature more clearly delineates her priorities on the young: Sex, however desperately wanted, could wait; rest could not. An adult, foolishly, would fight the fatigue, and get neither good sex nor good rest. Kevin, fully rested, would get both. Such lessons I was learning from my son, who, not long ago, it seemed, could not tie his own shoes. Kevin was also teaching me that I was wrong about my own sexual prowess--which I thought might be slowly waning. I masturbated and came immediately, dispelling my doubts. Then I enjoyed a youthful feeling of welcome fatigue, yet accompanied by a sense of energy that seemed to be underlying everything. During the night, Kevin inadvertently awakened me with his squirming. I felt his hot pole on my leg. His arms tried to hug me while his lips made love to my back. Any sense of annoyance I had at being awakened, immediately changed to one of fascination and lust for my boy. I came to the opinion that he was not conscious of what he was doing--rubbing himself on my leg with the unbelievable heat and hardness of his excited little penis. "Urrfff, ummmm, ahrrr!" he moaned softly, as his hot, boyish juices spilled out of him once again. I was overjoyed. The wet heat of Kevin's ejaculation held to my leg, and I proudly left it there as a testament to his newfound sexual ability and my feeling of pride for my boy. All of this warmly combined with my deep love for my son. When Kevin disengaged from me, he seemed to naturally peel away from my body, making little snoring sounds--confirming my belief that he was asleep during all this. Quickly thereafter, I drifted off to sleep, myself. Later, in a less-urgent attempt to pleasure himself in his sleep, Kevin humped softly at the side of my leg, but lapsed into quiet snoozing before the effort became serious. However, this time I hugged him to me, and as far as I know, stayed most of the night that way. As I drifted off to sleep, I relished images of Kevin and me cavorting on the bed, then finally getting to suck him to climax. It was the first time in a long time I fell asleep with an erection. ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._ In the morning, Kevin wanted to drag me to the shower and play. "Come ON, dad!" "Rugghhpphh . . . can't we play in bed?" I said, sleepily. "No, dad! We gotta get all awake and clean. Well--YOU gotta get awake." "Awrite, urrphhhh--just a few more minutes of shuteye." "Daddy, no!" "It's okay, Kevin--just a few minutes." "Dad! That could be forever!!" "Okay, Kevin, if you're hard, I'll get up." with all the scrambling around and talk about showers, this was a safe bet. "Okay. SEE? I'm hard." There was no way my eyes could focus. I groped around with my hand, which was instantly guided by Kevin's to his penis--and it WAS hard, incredibly. Meanwhile Kevin played with my balls, and squeezed a little too enthusiastically. "ARRGH!" I was definitely awake now. "Oh. Sorry, dad. Beat you to the shower!" my boy yelled, as he took off. It hadn't been that long since I was a boy, but to me, it was totally amazing how he could switch gears so quickly. The effect was dizzying. My balls were killing me and my son was gleefully running to the shower. In the shower, the combination of Kevin's being out of breath and his beaming, boyish smile were absolutely charming. We washed and touched--and everything was relatively routine until Kevin spoke as he stood close, pressing his hardon into me, an echo of the previous night. "I know you're gonna blow me, today, dad--so, it's only fair I get to suck you first," Kevin said aggressively. My mouth hung open. This was not the dialogue I had imagined for the moment of my son's inaugural journey into oral sex--not to mention the crudity of Kevin's words. "No, absolutely not!" was my knee-jerk reply. "Now shut the water off and dry off." "Okay. I-I'd be real careful--I wouldn't bite it, or anything." "I said no!" "I'll go slow and make it feel real good." "NO!" "Okay," Kevin said, suddenly defeated. He had tears in his eyes. "Kevin--" "It's not fair dad," he managed to say before sobbing. I hugged him. "Would it help to know that I wanted you to be first because I love you and wanted that to be special for you, Kevin?" "You said no, and you yelled, like I was saying something bad." I was beside myself with fear, anger at myself, and heavily disappointed in how my unthinking behavior had saddened my precious boy at this crucial moment. "I'm sorry, Kevin." "What?" "I'm sorry, son." It was as if the sun rose at that moment. Kevin stopped, frozen. His expression warmed, and he hugged me. I held my breath, thinking I was seeing things. "You never said that before," Kevin said, his sobs fading, "and it felt good." "I see," I said, feeling totally stupid. "What did I say?" "That you were sorry. That just felt so good." "Kevin, I'm so glad!" And we both had a flow of tears. Soon, my boy was smiling at me, and I never had known such relief before. I smiled back at him. There was a delicious pause, letting all that had happened recently just sink in. "How good did it feel when I apologized to you? Good enough to be boned up?" I asked, hoping to energize Kevin again. "Not yet, but--" "Well, daddy can help that along," I said, gently grasping my son's dick and rubbing sensuously." He obviously loved it. "Ohh, yeah!" he said, visibly losing strength in his legs. "I'll show you something new in the bedroom," I said, lifting him and walking toward my room. I thought of surprising him by licking his balls. I reached my bed and was suddenly struck with a new, erotic craving. I placed Kevin on his stomach, then I dove after him, my mouth on his butt crease, and my tongue licking and slapping madly against his beautiful, virgin young hole. I hadn't thought of doing that. I guess the looks of his luscious, boyish mounds had been getting to me. He tasted impossibly good. "AH! DADDY! OH, GOD!! OHHHHHHHHHH!" I became desperate for this. I spread his little butt-cheeks far apart with my strong hands, driving my face into him more and more deeply with each thrust of my head. I was pounding his hot rear-end. My tongue went everywhere, but mostly around and inside his little pucker. I was surprising myself--I'd heard and read all about this, but never had I done this before. I was hot for him. I felt my pre-cum making a mess on the blanket. For no reason at all, I smacked his tender buttocks, over and over, as I probed his delicious tight hole with my tongue; basted his tender globes with my lips. I could not gauge how hard I was slapping him, and in the titanic flood of my desire, did not care. Kevin was as hot as a young male could get, overflowing with staggering sexual desire. "Ahh! Ohhh! Eeeeeeeeeeegghhh!" I had no idea if those were sounds of pain or pleasure. I stopped and turned my sexy boy on his back. It was clear, he was quite excited--his pre-cum showed on the tip and shaft of his hard little cock. Kevin trembled, just for a moment, as if suddenly jarred by a biological, earthquake-like shock. I placed towels around the bed for convenience later. When I looked up, there was that outrageous, erotic tableau again: Kevin holding his penis--obviously for 'servicing' by me. "Suck me, dad." The poor boy could hardly form the words--so overcome was he with need. Although he'd uttered this before, it seemed to have a distinct urgency and impetus forged by Kevin's ferocious sensual desire. A fierce tingling gripped me. His strange words seemed defiling. This was my 12-year-old-son! --not some street kid. Yet, Kevin's statement haunted me. It wasn't just the words, but the tone-- the desperation; the power of his demand, despite his young, high voice; the sheer vulgarity of a boy asking his father outright to perform a sexual act. I needed to come to my senses and give him a well-deserved, proper spanking, instead of indulging him. A big, strong voice in my head hollered, 'Bullshit.' All those thoughts disappeared, replaced by a single entity: A craving--a tightening in my body, along with the thought that this was something I'd wanted to do to Kevin for so long, and I couldn't wait to have his hot little penis throbbing in my mouth for the first time, to feel the hot hardness and taste of him; couldn't wait to hear him moan with every flick of my tongue and stroke of my lips; to hear him groan in complaint each time I stopped--knowing that a deliberate stop, properly timed, would drive the boy crazy. And I couldn't wait for the scream of his orgasm and the feel and taste of his hot boy liquid; the sudden shock of his young cum shooting out of him, bathing my tongue with its pubescent richness. I wanted him. I thought for a moment that I'd sunk to a new low by rimming him. Then it occurred to me that I had risen to a new high--helping my boy experience intense pleasure; helping him to feel free to satisfy his sexual cravings; to let go and do bold things for the pure pleasure of it--and not become hung up or neurotic by holding his desires inside. And MY pleasure! I had begun to indulge it, by knowing I needed the same freedom I was teaching Kevin; by suddenly devouring his delicious boy-butt. I also began to anticipate Kevin's future questioning as to why I had never mentioned rimming as a source of pleasure and a sexual type of act. I slid my arms under his back and ravaged his nipples, licked and slithered my tongue across his chest, and up to his face. I hit a hot, erotic spot when I reached his ears. "OH! Girrumphhh, ahh!" An idea hit me. I placed pillows on Kevin's feet and his outstretched arms. "Pretend those are weights," I told him, and the boy nodded, with thin but miraculous understanding. I had some soft artist's brushes in the den. I would get a bowl of warm water, and brush Kevin's bouncing erection very delicately with a warm, wet soft brush. The effect was electric. He screamed at the first contact of the brush, the pleasure was so intense. I took the pillows off him, and admired the hot, sexual dance Kevin did with his body, as I coated his penis with unsatisfying, frustrating, but wonderfully powerful sexual feelings, with one after another of the marvelously soft brushes. It was almost cruel, making the boy jump and spasm so. "Ah! Oh! God! Dad! Oh, please!" Feeling he could stand no more, I lay flat on top of him, my stomach pressing into his penis. The combination of Kevin's desperate kiss and the satisfying pressure on his inflamed dick soothed him--although I knew, in spite of that, his excitement level was off the chart. "Oh, dad--please, please." "Please WHAT, Kevin?" I whispered. "Suck me!" All vulgarity disappeared and Kevin's plea was music to my ears; and his face an odd combination of innocence and erotic power. That power magnetically pulled me toward his body. I felt uncontrollably compelled to engage sexually with him. Lifting myself, I quickly slid my tongue down his tight, bony chest to the astoundingly smooth skin of his flat tummy. After lingering on his belly button and tickling him there, I went straight down to his penis and engulfed it with my mouth. Drooling childishly, I reveled in its boy-taste, its heat, its puddles of pre-cum; its striking ability to jump and vibrate. Finally, I closed my mouth on the hot little pole that was my son's sexually excited flesh. "Rrrrrraaaaaaggghhhhhhhh! Oh, God, yes!" I gave his dick a few thrusts of my head--plunging the smooth, hot surfaces of his organ in and out of my mouth. It would not be enough to say that Kevin's penis was rigid. "Do you like that, Kevin?" I said--and I knew there was no need of asking that. "Oh, daddy!" he said breathlessly. I tried an experiment, quietly resting my lips on the head of his penis--heartlessly leaving most of his sensitive male skin in contact with the air, with nothing to touch or excite it. In a few seconds, Kevin pumped his hips frantically, ramming his sex- starved erection into my mouth with fierce, rapid thrusts. My boy's strength was extraordinary, and I backed off for fear that his pubic bone would loosen my teeth--so colossal was the impact of his body. "Oh, daddy, AHHH!" Kevin shouted, as he grabbed the back of my head and shot into my mouth. eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com (CHAPTER END: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 4) THANK YOU for reading. --THE END-- ...EXCEPT IF: I will write more if you all choose to write to me. I'm sorry that sounds so bad, but I am desperate--forgive me. Please send email--the regular AND literary kind, too, I hope! I need that help! I need you! I am running out of steam. With your email to give me that SPARK, I can write forever, I think. P L E A : IT'S ** OK ** TO WRITE TO ME A 2ND, 3RD & 4TH TIME, ESPECIALLY IF YOU LIKE A PARTICULAR CHAPTER OR EVENT AND WANT TO TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED! <-- Hint, hint! OR IF YOU JUST HAVE MORE TO SAY. (SOME OF YOU HAVE DONE THAT AND IT WAS G R E A T !) I really hope you like the story, and you write to me. Thank you so much, you guys who wrote to me. You did a great job with your email--I really had a good time reading and answering you. As you can see from my above comments, that has dwindled. I try not to open SPAM, whenever possible, so let me know your email is NOT spam by putting "KEVIN STORY" or "MY SON'S SEXUALITY" in your subject line. If you are expecting me to answer your email and you get no reply, it's likely because you forgot to put one of those phrases, or something very similar, in your subject line. If you have a criticism about the story, please say what it is, and then how you'd like me to fix the situation. If you praise something, it would mean a lot to me to know why you liked that. --Eric IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DO THAT WILL BE INTERESTING TO YOU AND HELP ME WRITE A BETTER, MORE EROTIC STORY FOR YOU, PLEASE READ THE NOTES AT THE END OF CHAPTER 1, IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. Please write to Eric at: eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com Also, please format your email with my name, Eric, at the top, and your name at the bottom. First name only will do. (I think it's rude if a person provides only initials or a screen name when writing to someone and expecting a reply. When you write to me, you are not writing to a machine, or a committee, you're writing to one person, just like you.) MAIN CHARACTERS: David(34) and Steven(36) are brothers (and are portrayed less often than their sons, at least for now). DAVID and STEVEN are the 2 dads. Kevin, Eric, Michael, and Mark are collectively the sons of the 2 dads, and are the 4 cousins. David's Sons: Kevin(16)* and Eric(19) Steven's Sons: Michael(15) and Mark(19) * Kevin is 12 for the start of the story, which will jump later to where Kevin is 16. Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story and actual persons is purely unintentional and coincidental. There are no such persons as David, Steven, Eric, Michael, or Mark in my life; and though there are many people by those names, I don't know any at the moment. Kevin is the one exception. I have a lover named Kevin. We're together 11 years. eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 4