Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 19:37:43 -0700
From: SR
Subject: Pleasuring my son

This is a story of fiction.

Cray was always a cute, well-built little guy.  He loved athletics and was
a good competitor.  He was blessed with a solid, athletic body from the
time he was about six years old.

I was first attracted to his buttocks when I was bathing him when he was
about seven or eight.  As he lay front down in the tub, I observed that
those buns were solid and so perfectly formed.  Just the right amount of
"bubble butt" to be attractive without being overdone.  Other than a casual
observation in a gym that some guy had a nice, tight butt, my admiration of
Cray's fantastic buns was a first for me in true male sexual attraction.

When Cray was about 11, I was extremely curious about his progress toward
puberty.  On occasion I would try to get peaks at him in the shower without
being too obvious in what I was doing.  (Cray was so darn masculine, so
good looking, that I just had to be curious about his development in the
genital area.)  Each peak yielded the same result: a gorgeous, tanned,
perfectly formed young boy with pre-development, hairless genitalia.  But
how I loved those peaks!

One night when Cray was almost twelve and he and I were alone in the house,
I went into his bedroom when he was getting ready for bed.  We talked for a
minute as he was taking his shirt and pants off and hopping into bed.  I
kneeled by the side of his bed and said, "Let Dad take a look and see how
your puberty is coming along."

He replied, "What do you mean?"

I responded, "Dads like to know when their boys are turning into men."

Cray was confused.  "What do you mean, Dad."

With my response of, "Let Dad see if you are getting a patch of hair around
your penis," I pulled his briefs down and gave him a very close inspection.
He didn't seem to mind and appeared to be as curious about the results of
my examination as I was.

"Son, you have the beginnings of some fuzz.  Pretty soon you'll have a nice
patch of hair there."

I told him goodnight and left his room wondering if his penis would some
day be really large.  "A good looking hunk of a man Cray is going to become
deserves to have a very impressive penis," I thought.

About two years later, Cray had injured one of his testicles in a wrestling
match.  When I got home from work, his mother told me he was soaking in a
hot tub of water and suggested that I go in and see if his painful injury
warranted medical attention.  This would be my first peak at Cray's
privates since my "inspection" of his "puberty" at age 11.

I went into the bathroom and saw Cray soaking in the tub on his back.  Wow!
What a nice patch of dark brown hair around a very nice penis!  Man, were
his genitals beautiful and befitting a young man of his good looks and
proportions.

We talked about his injury and I carefully handled his scrotum to see if
one of the testicles had ruptured.  My assessment was that his right
testicle was bruised.  I also took the occasion to squeeze his penis as
part of the examination.  I had forgotten the libido of youth.  His penis
went to full point-north erection within three seconds of touching his
shaft.  Wow!  What a perfect specimen of manhood.  He was probably just
under six inches in length, nice thickness, a slight arch to his perfect
and solid erection, and no noticeable circumcism scarring.  His was the
proverbial perfect penis!

After assuring him that his painful groin injury would be fine with some
bed rest, I commented, "Cray, your lucky to have such a nice big penis."

He responded, "What does that mean, Dad?"

I said, "A big penis is a sign of true manhood.  And, when you get married,
your wife will be very pleased with the size of your penis."  He seemed
curious and pleased over my observation.  I'm sure after I left the
bathroom, he probably handled himself and took his own admiring look at his
manhood.

Being head of a decent family, I felt I had gone far enough.  I got a good
look at the full nudity of a very handsome young man, I was able to touch
his penis, see its instantaneous move to full attention, and admire its
perfectness.

I didn't see Cray's sexual equipment again for four years.

When Cray was eighteen years old and a senior in high school, one evening
he was complaining of unusual soreness in his lower back from an intense
wrestling practice.  I offered to work out the pain with a rub down.

I followed him into his bedroom, he stripped to his under shorts and
dropped to his bed face down.  I commenced to massage his shoulder blades
and work down to his lower back.  After about fifteen minutes and becoming
increasingly aroused at the beauty of the young Adonis I was touching, I
slid one of my hands under the elastic band of his shorts and commenced to
massage his buns.  I did this quickly--fearing a shocked or repulsed
reaction.  I then moved back up to his shoulders.

Cray did not respond.  To me that was a sign he enjoyed it.  Within a
minute, I slid my hand down to his buttocks again and this time gave a
hearty massage of about 15 seconds to each cheek before sliding back up.
Still no response.

In a few minutes, I went down below again.  This time in sliding between
his buttocks, I pushed my finger toward his perineum.  What a surprise!
The root of his penis was so swollen and hard that I knew Cray had a
raging, full mast erection.

I was so shocked and fearful of his reaction that I pulled my hand back out
of his underwear after making this exciting discovery and continued a
massage of his back.

By this time I felt wetness at the tip of my own rock-hard penis and was
burning with lust for Cray's manhood.

Gathering my courage, I slid my hand down again to his buttocks.  I
massaged each cheek thoroughly for about two minutes each and then pushed
my middle finger into his crack to press on the root of his very hard
penis.  I found his root pulsating.  He was hot and hard!  I pressed and
released my finger with harder and harder presses, knowing that this
sensation brings pulsating relief and pleasure to an erect penis.

I worked on his perineum for about three minutes, wondering what Cray was
thinking.  I then pulled my hand out and was about to ask him if he felt
better from the massage when, to my surprise, he rolled over, pulled his
underwear down to his thighs to expose his erection.

"What is he doing?" I thought.  "He has just presented his massive erection
to me!"  After breaking my locked view of his gorgeous manhood, I looked up
at his face to see what he might be communicating to me.

Cray's eyes were closed.  It was clear that he was presenting his beautiful
phallus to me for pleasuring and that he didn't want the embarrassment of
consciously dealing with the situation.

I knew Cray was, by body language, asking me to satisfy him.  I saw a nice
bead of lubricating fluid at the tip of his glans penis.  I reached for his
penis and commenced to milk it.  Cray opened his legs so I could have full
access.  As his fluid started to run increase in volume, I did as nature
intended and used it as a lubricant to masturbate him.  I moved my fist up
and down his six or seven inches at a faster and faster pace, thoroughly
enjoying the size and beauty of his manhood.

With his eyes still closed, an almost barely audible sound came from Cray's
lips.  "Slower."

I don't know if the speed and friction became uncomfortable or if he just
wanted to last longer, but I slowed the rhythm of my fisting down a bit.

Then I thought I would give Cray the ultimate pleasure.  I had never
performed fellatio before but I just felt the need to give this perfect
penis in heat that to which it was entitled.

I pulled my hand away, bent over and proceeded to lick his shaft and glans.
Then I thought, "My gosh.  What am I doing?  I'll never be able to look
Cray in the eye again as a fellatiator!"

I pulled my mouth back and commenced the hand job, hoping that Cray would
reason his dad only used his mouth to complement the natural lubrication
fluid of his penis.

Within just a few seconds of pulling my mouth off of his shiny, beautiful
organ, Cray lifted his hips off the bed, raising his pelvic region toward
me.  His body was wanting more mouth.

I then proceeded to give him what people call a blow job.  I opened my
throat and went down on him as far as I could before the gag reflex set in.
Then using my hand as an extension of my mouth, I gave him the best sex
anybody could give a penis in heat.

Up and down, all the way, fist anchored to mouth!  Wow!  What a thrilling
experience to be consuming the sex organ of a gorgeous, well endowed man.

After about sixty seconds of this oral pounding, Clay put his hand on my
head and shoved himself into my oral cavity and held me in the "stabbed"
position while he ejaculated--five or six nice spurts.

He removed his hand, I raised off of him, squeezed his shaft, licked off
the last little dribble of milky white semen, and got up.

I went into the bathroom, got a wash cloth warmed with hot water, went back
into Cray's room.  He had pulled his sheet over him.  Without saying a
word, I pulled the sheet back, and wiped off my saliva and his semen from
his penis and public patch.

I then covered him up again.  He never opened his eyes.

I am not gay.  Cray is not gay.  I've never had man to man sex since.  I
doubt that Cray has either.  We have never mentioned this experience.  He
is now 32 years old, happily married.  We are as close as any father and
grown son could be.

I often wonder if he ever thinks about the time his dad fellatiated him.
If he does, he probably thinks about it the same way I do: He needed relief
bad, I was there and was kind enough to give it to him.

I am happily married and have great sex with my wife.  But I must admit
that one of the best sexual experiences I ever had was sucking the
beautifully formed erect penis of a well built eighteen year old man.  I
can still feel the thrill of his big penis down my throat and the salty,
musty, manly taste of his semen.