Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 03:00:44 +0530
From: karan prasad <karan_prasad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sujay, My Son

I am a middle-aged man, 45 from Mumbai, India. And men of my age too do get
the sexual excitement quite often and especially when there is no outlet
for it. And it happened in that excitement without me realizing anything
that was happening. I had sex with my son, my own son, my own blood and
flesh. And though my conscience makes me feel worst whenever I think about
it but I don't fear to admit that my body had enjoyed it happening and it
still aches for something of that sort to happen again. Yes, if he is ready
I do want the things to happen again and again and again. It was that good,
incredibly good. And I wouldn't want those moments to end, end at all. His
body, his touch, his feel, his breath, his smell, his lips, his fingers,
his toes, his skin, his nails, his hair, his fore-head, his eyes, and the
look in his eyes. All this calls me back now and then. While I am eating,
while I am working and while I am sleeping...rather lying restless in my
bed with him in the other room. Might be he too recalls all that happened
now and then and is equally restless. But when we are face to face our
faces are that of a father and son. With respect for each other and a lust
somewhere deep. Deep there where the other cannot see, cannot touch, cannot
find.

My son is just 20 now, smooth and fresh, no fat and no wrinkles anywhere.
He attends college, has friends of both creeds, is well obedient unlike
other teens, and works out a bit to keep himself fit if not muscular. We
share lot in common. Right from food to movies and types of clothes. Though
we never discuss sex or girls for that matter but we are friendly like
friends keeping the respectful limits of a father and son relationship. And
all these 20 years we never had any problems with each other. His mother
died in an accident when he was three. And since then my parents and I
cared him. He never got pampered. Was always a good son, a good grandson, a
good student and a good friend. And we all loved him a lot and can do
anything for him. Sujay is his name. My wife had it for him. My wife...
well I always knew I am more of a gay than a bisexual or a heterosexual. I
realized quite early about my orientation and enjoyed it though always kept
it a secret to myself. I know, being gay is not easy anywhere in the world
and not so in India at all. So never gave it much thought and fell in love
with a college classmate and got married. We were two children, me and my
elder sister who got married much before me and lives in Delhi. And we are
four here in Mumbai, my two parent, Sujay my son, and me. Our world
revolves around Sujay. Everything, every thought, every move is for him.

And this incident had happened with him a few days back when my parents had
gone to visit my sister. I was supposed to go with them for my nephew's
birthday. In fact we all were supposed to go for it, a reason for the
family get together. But Sujay had some exams and hence we all though that
he might enjoy the responsibility of staying alone at home for two days and
that I will comeback second day. He too was pretty excited about it and
agreed willingly. We went to the rail station by late afternoon but my
mother wouldn't agree to leave Sujay all alone and asked me whether I can
cancel my program and stay home with him. I had to. I departed them and
headed back to home. On the way I thought that I should give Sujay a little
independence, of at least a couple of hours, which he certainly will need
at this age and hence went for a movie instead of home. The movie was over
by 9 PM and by the time I reached home it was past ten. I unlocked the door
and stepped in. It was silent. But I could smell beer, which I knew, wasn't
there in home. And I felt happy that my son took the independence of
getting it from a store and tasting it too. I really felt great about it. I
entered in closing the door behind. Sujay was lying on the couch with just
a T-shirt covering his nudity and a beer bottle in hand. That bottle was
empty and he all tired and asleep. Another bottle, a half-empty one was
near. And on his chest was a magazine, a gay magazine. On side too were a
few of the kind. No girl anywhere. What is this? Is he too...? My heart
started pounding like a machine. I couldn't understand what to do and what
not to do. And there he was lying without knowing what I know now. I didn't
want to disturb him in anyway. Not only his sleep now but his life too. I
know it wouldn't be easy for him being so. But I will stand by him
forever. I loved him most of all. And could do anything for him.

I moved to get up and while doing so saw the rest of the magazines lying on
the floor. I had never seen much of them the whole life. They weren't
available when I was young. And I never wanted to get involved into that
after I learned that something of that kind is in the market. Greed of
their glimpse got into me. I looked at Sujay. He was asleep. Deep asleep. I
was sure not to disturb him in anyway. I slowly picked up the magazine on
the top and started to stare at it. The man on the cover was indeed
gorgeous, as it should be. It's hard to find someone like him in reality.
He wasn't nude there. My cock ached to see his cock. I turned the pages
cautiously and saw one by one a few of them, halting at each cock for a
while. I made myself a more comfortable on the floor and continued with the
visual tour of cocks and cocks together. My cock started to crow in my
trousers. I guess it was throwing gallons of precum. I had become tender
than a teen. My whole body was on fire. I was less aware of my son sleeping
half-naked, just near to me. He can get up anytime and learn what I am
doing. I decided to get up. But the greed of the next kept me from getting
up and lo, Sujay took a turn and threw his hand on my thigh. It just missed
my cock, tenting my trousers.

What on the earth has happened? It just flamed the fire in me. I touched
his skin on the back of his palm. It was warm and smooth. I picked his hand
to keep beside and go. But what is this again? He kept it back just near to
my cock. I couldn't but touch him again. I lifted it up and bent myself a
little to kiss his hand. Once twice, thrice, and it went on for a couple of
sensuous times. My lips wouldn't stop. And for my another surprise Sujay
put his other hand on my back, which was bent to kiss his hand in my
hand. I got cautious to get up but instead he pulled me towards him and I
had no strength to resist my only son. I knew I don't want to do anything
with him but still slept next to him with a hope to get up in a minute or
so. I lied there, breathless. A minute passed and I tried to move his hand
away from me but he had a firm grip. I lay still again. He moved to make
him comfortable in his sleep and while doing so shifted his hand on the
tent in my pants. I was still like stone. He gave it a squeeze and
unknowingly I moaned. I liked it. Didn't I? I sure did. I looked towards
him. He was still asleep. I kept my hand on his hand above my cock and gave
it a squeeze. He moved his hand to feel my entire cock. It was jumping with
every move of his. My breath had become louder. But his were still. His
moves had become faster and my cock harder. I unzipped my fly and gave the
entire thing in his hand and he started stroking it slowly. My other hand
went to touch him slowly without disturbing his sleep and the dream he must
be enjoying now. I touched his T-shirt to move it in order to see his cock.
I could see it was hard below the T-shirt. And it too was throbbing. I
moved his T-shirt and freed his cock. It was quite like mine as rest of
Sujay is. It was dark, uncut and oozing precum too. But tender than mine
is. Has he enjoyed the company of man, his friends for that matter? Or is
this his first time to touch a cock. Mine was. Except for seeing them in
few xxx movies my wife and me had enjoyed together I had never seen any
hard cock in real. I though had peeked at few in the public toilets right
from my college to theaters and wherever possible. I always had a hunger
for them. An insatiable hunger I had always neglected till now.  And what
was happening now was beyond my imaginations. It truly was. I was excited
and trying to think till where will it go if it continues. Sujay kept
stroking my cock. I closed my eyes, held my breath and touched his hard
cock. It jumped. So did my thoughts. But I kept my hand there, on his cock
to hold it more firmly. I did and he gave a moan. He liked it. It
encouraged my moves and I turned towards him and so did he. We were lying
side by side not only facing each other but holding each other's hard cocks
too. My son my own son, my own blood and flesh, and me. We pulled each
other closer. I kissed his sleeping face. He didn't. My heart was pounding.
His wasn't. I kissed his lips, his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, and his
hairs. He kept stroking my cock and I his. We pulled each other closer. As
close as we could. Our cocks could kiss each other. We were that close. I
removed his hand from my cock and put it all over me so that we can hug. I
held our cocks together in my fist. I wanted to kiss his. But didn't want
to disturb his sleep and whatever joy I am getting in shagging with my own
son. I was in heaven. I wanted the time to stop there. Not even a second
should pass. It was incredible. I had never touched a cock and now I had it
in my fist with my own cock. And that this second cock was my own son's. It
was great indeed. I kept shagging. Was worried to wake him. My moves became
faster and quicker. I was stroking the two dicks hard. I knew I couldn't
last long, much because of excitement and some because of worry too. We
could cum anytime. I was praying that we cum together. I wanted to see the
two jinxes together. I had already reached the point of no return in
lovemaking. Has he too? I started to spurt. And I felt the hot shoot on my
hand too. Oh God we were cumming together my son and me. I wish I could
taste that cum. My sons cum. I dearly wished it. And while I was cumming I
could see the slit in his eye. Was he too awake and trying to see me and my
cock. Has he seen it all? Was he awake till now. With my cumming all the
excitement in me had gone. He too turned on other side. I took out my
kerchief and cleaned the mess. But I was satisfied somewhere. I had liked
it. Did he like it if he was awake? I had no clues to know it then. I
decided to leave it on time. To see him in the morning as if nothing has
happened. I got up and went to sleep in my own room. Whole night recalling
what had happened just then. Trying to know if Sujay was awake all time or
from somewhere in the middle. What must be he thinking about it all? And
how am I going to face him the next day? It was a tiresome battle of
thoughts all night. I didn't realize when I slept.

I hope readers enjoyed the story though its not much erotic. This was my
first attempt and of course an ever time fantasy. If you like it want to
share something feel free to write me back at karan_prasad@hotmail.com. Bye
and thanks.