Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 22:48:27 -0500 From: Eric L Subject: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5 MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5 *** ADULT FICTION *** 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. Credit goes to Austin for providing ideas used in this chapter. Thank you, Austin, for your emails. _________________________________________________________________ MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ! ```````````````````````````````` 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. ______ "Oh, God, uh! Uh! Uh! WRAUUUGGHHHHHHH!!" The youthful screams of Kevin's orgasm penetrated to the seat of my sexual desire. If my energetic, 12-year-old son had not been on his back, he surely would have required help just to stand. As it was, his erotic wriggles were enough to make a man masturbate. "Rummmf, oooh, oh, oh God! Ah! Uh, uh, uh, uh, UHH!" "That's beautiful, Kevin," I said softly--momentarily taking my mouth from the organ of his excitement--but Kevin was not able to take in any outside information at the moment. I counted five distinct pulses of my son's pubescent juices flowing across my tongue. Each one, I thought, stronger, warmer, tastier, and more arousing than the one before. But the overall pulsations of Kevin's body and the hard flesh of his penis-- combined with the hot, youthful taste of his young semen--perhaps were the most arousing of all. I sat back to admire my son. The light glinted brilliantly from his blonde hair, and his long eyelashes sparkled. The sheen of his pert, opened, round lips and very white teeth seemed to ask for a kiss. His smooth skin had incredible beauty and suppleness. I let my fingers drift across his chest, to his small, thin nipples, erect and slightly swollen. Not just Kevin's appearance, but his sounds and actions were erotic icons that continued to sexually enchant me. He enticed me with his shining, sweating chest, alive with heaving breaths. The sounds of his breathing--desperate for air--had not only an erotic quality, but were distinctly, sweetly adolescent. I yielded to the temptation to suck his captivating nipples--and they were delicious. It was a shame to cause the poor boy more sudden jerks of his body, not to mention the additional moans. It was as if sparks were coming off the hard tips of those erect nipples and onto my tongue, into my body, energizing my cock like a teenager's. I put my hand over Kevin's cum-soaked hand as a sign of unity, and to silently communicate to him that touching his cum was a good thing, not to be avoided--hoping that he would feel the same about his own cum, and mine. But more than that--I wanted to feel it, wanted to touch the evidence of my boy's manhood, however far he was from achieving that life-landmark--and I wanted intimate contact with the evidence of his pleasure, in which I participated. As my son's breathing slowed, I leaned forward and licked some of his man-fluid from his cockhead and his hand, then deliberately took my tongue to his mouth. Again entranced by my boy's beautiful teeth, I slid the tip of my tongue over the neat row of gleaming whites and under his lips. Instantly, I was rewarded by my beautiful boy's wide-open mouth, and a kiss of passion that quite overwhelmed me. Kevin's hand groped for my erection, and when he had grasped it, he moaned somewhat incoherently. Finally, he spoke. "I want it. Give it to me," Kevin said. Reluctantly, as I did not want to spoil the boy's moment, I shifted around until my cock was at his lips. Kevin did the best he could through his heaving breaths to suck me--intermittently at first. At least the tip of my penis received the erotic heat and magic manipulation of his energetic mouth. It was a beautiful blow job--more so because of the difficulty of position that Kevin had overcome to suck me. It was as if my son were saying, 'I can sacrifice for you--you're not the only one,' and that had a definite endearing effect. I looked at Kevin. His beauty was not merely in my eye--this was a hot kid. A cuter face would be hard to find and impossible to describe; his perfect little boy-build--with tiny wisps of body sheen (soon to be hair), nice firm, thin, smooth muscles, and all his other features--kept my eyes riveted on him. I felt protective--that I should shield him from the prying, lustful eyes of others. And I knew I would do that, just as my son's tongue sent a strong wave of pleasure through me. I shivered in the sudden burst of sexual sensation. "Ahh!" I shouted. "Urrmff, urmmf," Kevin moaned, nodding encouragingly--though with his mouth full of his father's pole, I couldn't make out what he was trying to say. The vibrations of his vocal efforts, however, intensified my sensual enjoyment. Finally, with my cock still properly ensconced there, Kevin opened his mouth enough to say, "Cum." I needed no further prompting, and came profusely in my son's eager mouth. Although his Adam's apple bobbed furiously in an effort to swallow, Kevin could not take it all, which was perfectly understandable. My son made an enchanting vision of budding adolescence--his own penis drenched in cum and still grasped in his hand, and now mine, partially in his mouth, with my semen on his face and puddled all around. "Oh, dad! That was so good, my dick won't get soft," Kevin said, more recovered than I. "Yes--mine's about the same, son." I shifted position again and took my son in my arms, kissed him deeply, and reveled in his return passion. There was no shyness as our dicks rubbed together, adding voltage to our arousal. Then, very slowly, I kissed every part of his face and neck, giving him probably a hundred kisses in the process. Toward the end, my kisses were almost playful in effect, but there was something deeper happening in Kevin that defied description-- other than the deep contentment I saw on my son's sweet face, and that I felt within me, filling me. Even as I got up to cover him, I felt the youthful heat of my son's body--no doubt, fueled by his relentless sexual drive. After putting a blanket on him, I donned my robe and walked quietly to the living room, hoping to give my boy a nice, comforting period of well-deserved rest. I stopped in the bathroom to take a shower. I enjoyed the warm water almost as much as the warm thoughts I was having about my son. In the living room, I called my favorite restaurant and ordered an old favorite--roast beef sandwiches. Then I proceeded to build a fire, which was something Kevin and I always liked. It wasn't long before the fireplace was glowing, and the familiar crackling sound worked its magic and soothed what little was left to be soothed after a loving, satisfying sexual escapade. I made some hot tea. I was proud that through my influence, Kevin had developed a liking for tea, although he drank other things, including gallons of milk. I no sooner thought that, when Kevin appeared. I felt my heart leap joyfully into my throat--not only at the sheer sight of my son, but that Kevin not only wore a proud smile, he was otherwise naked. The fact that he had an erection simply added to my body's internal, erotic pounding. I could feel the beginnings of a potent blush. "Hi, dad." "H-hi, Kevin. Did you shower already?" "Yup. Sure did." "How are you feeling?" "Great! You?" I could tell he was making an effort, but his manner was very natural and relaxed. "Oh, wonderful. Some tea, son?" "Yeah--I just wanna grab a bite. Be right there," Kevin said casually, as he disappeared into the kitchen. I said nothing. I had learned a long time ago, no matter how close it was to mealtime, never argue with a growing boy's desire to eat something. While my son was still in the kitchen, I stood next to the couch and removed my robe. Then it was just a matter of taking off my underwear before I would be completely undressed. Kevin arrived before I could remove my boxers. "Hey, dad, what are you doing?" "Copying you, getting naked," I said, looking right into his bright blue eyes, and grasping the boxers' waistband. Kevin's reaction was remarkable. He smiled broader than any smile I'd ever seen. It was a warm, happy, self-satisfied smile --the kind boys project easily, but adults hide. "Dad, wow," he said with the happy ease of total relief and relaxation, "I never thought you would ever copy ME!" As I removed my underwear, I let my approving smile be my response. I enjoyed looking at him, naked or not. Kevin looked as if he were gloating over the fact that I had copied him--and if that made him happy, I was all for it. Soon, I was completely naked. There were Kevin's analyzing eyes, looking back and forth between his body and mine. "Almost, dad." "Almost?" "Yeah. You're not exactly copying me yet. Don't you see the difference?" "Let's sit by the fire, Kevin, take our tea, and you can tell me." "Deal!" my sexy boy said with a smile of enthusiasm, and cookie crumbs on his cheeks. We sat peacefully, shoulder-to-shoulder before the fire, on a well-padded, curved sort of bench I had built just for this. We no sooner set our teacups down when Kevin's hand wrapped around my penis. "That's the difference, dad--you're not hard. If you're gonna copy me you gotta . . . get . . . wow, that's quick!" Kevin said, marveling at my erection. "Don't let that fool you--you really satisfied it." "Yeah," Kevin said giggling, "that was so good, dad." He said it happily. Then his face dropped, "Dad--can I . . . can we . . . you know, go naked around the house? I got friends, they brag about going naked and not getting caught. It would be so cool if--" "Sure Kevin. As long as no one else but me is around. And NO telling your schoolmates about this." "Can I do it if I'm home alone?" "Yes, of course you can." "Dad, you're so cool." "I don't know about cool, but I know I'm in love with a certain boy." "You ARE?" Kevin said, the joy suddenly drained from him. "Yes, Kevin--it's YOU!" "Oh, God, yeah!" He said, in worried-looking but obvious relief. Neither of us laughed. Our eyes locked. "It's okay, Kevin. It's okay to be insecure--everyone is, at your age." "I feel so dumb, I mean--" "No. You're not dumb, Kevin," I said, hugging my son tightly, "Even when I tell you things directly, it's hard for the full meaning of what I said to get through to you, completely." "What do you mean, dad?" "I love you--really love you, Kevin. Not like man and wife, because we're man and man, with sex between us. I mean better than man and wife--it's a stronger love I feel. Over time, I've imagined a lifetime of loving you." "Oh, dad," Kevin said with considerable emotion, as he pressed into me. I thought of all the things I wanted to do for Kevin--all the ways I loved him. I wanted to teach him all my social and negotiating skills so he would be successful in the world; to encourage him in his talents and interests, so I don't discourage something important that's growing inside him. I want to strengthen him in many ways, including physical and emotional. I would help him become as perfect as possible, but I would not lecture him on doing better and better--I would love him however he turned out. "Maybe not a full lifetime Kevin, but until you're out on your own and away from me, at least. I wonder if you want that kind of love, and sex, and--" "GOD, YES!" Kevin yelled, sliding to the floor to a sort of kneeling position--though he was sitting on his legs, which were straight out behind him. His face showed his doubts. "Never away from you!" "It's okay, Kevin. I hoped with all I had that you wanted it, too." "But--but you kinda knew, right? By now, I mean--you knew, deep down, that I wanted this. Not just the sex, but love and being happy, right?" "Yes, Kevin--deep down inside, I knew." I slipped to the floor to join my boy, and we ended up lying next to each other, like lovers on a beach. I reviewed all the questions that had come up in my mind recently. Is it all right to teach my son these things? Will he disapprove someday? Is this all wrong? Am I doing it right? Will we always love each other? I thought of all those things and assumed Kevin had similar thoughts, while we dared touch each other in all the private areas normally reserved for a lover--and some, perhaps, that only a man and his son could be comfortable with. It was not so much a sensual touching, but a defiant one--saying we wouldn't let anything stop us. The light from my son's eyes pushed lovingly into me and warmed me as we lay there chest-to-chest, face-to-face. The sheer beauty, warmth, and innocence that had been entrusted to me was overwhelming. His goodness simply flowed. His words came slowly, and his throat was tight with emotion. "Just . . . always let me love you, dad--and always love me." And then we cried. We embraced firmly as we let each other's tears flow, and silently proclaimed approval. eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com (CHAPTER END: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5) I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me. THANK YOU for reading. Emails have slowed down. What do you think--should I end this story here? I was hoping to go a lot more than six chapters if you liked my story. I know you sometimes get horny after reading a chapter--but please do stop to send a comment the author, to give him a reason to write more. eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com You don't have to write about the story if you don't want to. I'm really interested in what you think, and I will show that by talking about your interests in my reply. Thank you so much those that wrote to me. You did a great job with your email--I really had a good time reading and answering you. And your suggestions were very good. 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 show Kevin go through stages from 13 to 19. Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story and actual persons living or dead 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 5