Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 09:45:05 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Teaching My Son Part 5 This is a fictional story describing sexual acts between a father and son, who is a minor. If this offends you, read no further. If you like it, let me know at ng.ben9@gmail.com More stories on my Google Group, http://groups.google.com/group/bens-sexual-adventures All rights reserved. Do not repost or redistribute in any way. Teaching My Son Part 5 I have promised to allow my son to sleep in my bed in exchange for him doing chores and getting good grades, which means I have to overcome my discomfort for messing around with my son. So far, he is taking the lead as to what kind of things he wants to do with me. In fact, he has been begging me to mess with him. If he wants it that much, I'm sure I'm not hurting him in the process, and since we both promised to keep things secret, I see no harm. However, I am still unsure how far I would go. If he wants to have anal sex with me, should I let him? Probably not, but a month ago I wouldn't thinking anything we are doing now is possible. Things have gone way further than what I expected. Anyway, it's too late for that. I have made my promise. We will see how things go. I will make sure he takes the lead so he does what is comfortable to him. That day, he was being extra good, taking care of chores like washing dishes, even helping with preparing dinner. We had a good time chatting and joking while doing that. After dinner, we relaxed on the couch and he rested his head on my chest. We were never that close before. Somehow, after we started messing around and especially after he started sleeping on my bed, we have become much more open with physical intimacy. He snuggled with me a lot now. That night, he was excited to come to my bed. I hugged him from behind as usual and he put my hand on his cock, just like last night. It seems we have started a routine. However, he is different this night. He turned around, looking at me with his big brown eyes and asked, "Why did mom leave us, dad?" He has never asked that question. When his mom and I argued three months ago, it resulted in her leaving and never coming back. She went off with another man and moved away. Nick has been sulking for months and only got better recently, but he never asked why. He just remained silent and locked himself in his room. I didn't know how to talk to him either as he didn't want to talk to me. I am glad that he finally decided to talk about it. "Well, Nicky, sometimes two people just don't get along and it's better to be apart. It's better to separate than to argue day and night." "Don't you love each other?" "Yes, we do. I mean, we did, but a lot happened since we got married and it's just not the same as before." "Like what?" I didn't want to get into all the details about why we divorced. I don't want to burden my eleven year old son. "A lot of things, son. It's complicated." He frowned, but he knew I wouldn't tell him, so he didn't ask. "Doesn't mom love me? Why doesn't she visit me?" "I'm sure she loves you, Nicky. But she married another man and moved away, so I don't think she can visit you." "I miss her." Nick's eyes were watery. He buried his face in my chest. I could feel his warm tears soaking my skin. I patted his head and gently stroked his back. "I miss her too, son. But she's not coming back. We have to be strong and move forward." He cried harder. I could feel him sobbing and his tears now formed a pool on my chest. I bent down and kissed his head. I'm so glad to have this conversation with him. It wouldn't be possible if we didn't become this close. That night, he cried himself to sleep and we stayed in that position till dawn. It was Sunday morning, and just like yesterday, Nick woke up earlier than me, and when I woke up, I was in a compromising position. Nick was pressing down both of my hands on top of my head with his body weight, while his hard cock was inches from my face. I woke up when I felt something touching my lips and it was his cock head. "What are you doing, Nick?" I asked, still groggy, but alarmed. "I sucked your cock yesterday. It's your turn to suck mine." There was a wicked grin on his face. "I didn't ask you to suck my cock, and I certainly don't like being forced to suck cock." I was a little pissed. Even though my son and I are used to rough and tumble play and I know he likes to pin me, I don't appreciate waking up with a cock pressing on my lips. "Come on, you promised me to mess around if I do chores and get good grades. You have to do this!" "No, I promised to let you sleep on my bed. I didn't promise to suck your cock!" "I just want to know how it feels! Please!" "Let go of my hands!" I yelled, really pissed right now. He was a little taken aback at my anger and immediately let go. "Never, EVER, force someone into sexual acts, you hear me?" I don't want him to get the idea that he can pin me and demand sex from me, or anyone else for that matter. "I was only messing with you, dad! Relax!" He looked scared and guilty. "It's never funny to be forced into sex, remember that!" "Ok, ok! Don't get all riled up!" He has now backed away and his cock has grown limp. I sighed. "The last thing I want is for you to grow up to be a rapist." "Come on, dad! You know I won't!" "I know. I just don't like to wake up with my hands pinned down and a cock in my mouth." "Sorry dad!" "Just don't do it again, ok? Don't ever force sex on anyone!" "Ok!" "Alright then... as for sucking your cock..." I was pondering on it. Should I do it? "Will you do it, dad?" "It's still a bit weird that I'm doing this to my son." "Come on, you can't let me sleep with you but don't do anything! It's not fair!" I looked at him. He looked so innocent and seemed to me that he really just wanted to know how it feels to have his cock sucked. I remember wondering about it too when I was around his age, but of course I never acted on it. Somehow, after starting to jerk off with him, he now wants to try out everything with me. "Alright, fine. I'll do it. Come over here." He was excited and immediately straddled me and put his cock in front of my mouth. I opened up and he pushed in. It was semi-hard. When I engulfed his cock, he moaned loudly. "Wow, it feels so good! So warm, all over my cock!" His cock grew quickly and became big and hard. I had to stretch my mouth more to allow the whole thing in. "It's so good!" He started pumping slowly in my mouth. He was grabbing the headboard for support while he thrust in and out. I was breathing in his boy scent and it made my own cock hard. I put my hands on his round buttocks and pushed him in me. I was starting to enjoy having his cock in me. I flicked my tongue on his underside, making him grunt and leak precum onto it. It tasted sweat. I teased his underside some more and his cock pulsated while his whole body shuddered. He started cumming, shooting a big load of thick juice down my throat. It tasted salty, kind of like my own cum when I was younger. Somehow boy cum tastes different from man cum, but I don't know how to describe it. It just has a distinct taste. He pushed in all the way while he was cumming and didn't pull out until his climax was over. He loved the feeling of warmness around his cock. When his cock was completely soft, he slowly withdrew and collapsed on me. "Wow, it was the best feeling ever! It's so much better than jerking off!" He was still a bit breathless and I could feel his heart beating fast against mine. He just stayed limp on my body, all exhausted. I kissed his forehead. "Can we do that again, dad? Like every day?" He looked up at me expectantly. "Well... I don't know..." "We already did it once so what's the harm?" He's right. At this point I don't think doing it again would be bad for either of us. "I guess we can..." Nick kissed me on the lips. "You are the best, dad!" And he went back to sleep, still lying on my chest. From that day on, we started a routine. We would take turns sucking each other's cock before we go to sleep at night. After that, I would hug him from behind and he would sleep in my arms. I love holding my son like that while drifting to sleep. Apparently he loves it too. He loves to snuggle close against me, wiggling his ass so that my cock fits perfectly on his crack. Sometimes he would rub his butt up and down my cock, making me hard and leak precum. We never thought about penetration though. That was my bottom-line: everything we did together can be considered as messing around, but butt fucking is entirely another level, something I'd never do to my son. For the next few years, that was our routine, and we became very close. We slowly got over his mom's departure and Nick turned back into the happy kid that he always was. And his grades improved too. In order to keep sleeping on my bed, he made sure he got A's in every subject. It's not hard for him since he's a smart boy. He must have got that from me. Everything went well, until one day when Nick was sixteen years old. Something happened that would change our relationship forever.