Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:56:12 -0400
From: Big Foot <screamypig@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Teaching Son #1' ( Mb inc )

			       Teaching Son
			      By: Bob Rodgers
		       Copyright 2013 by Bob Rodgers
			   screamypig@gmail.com

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS PURELY FICTITIOUS, AND INTEDED FOR PERSONS 18 YEARS
OF AGE OR OLDER. IT CONTAINS MINORS AND ADULTS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
ANY SIMILARITIES TO ACTUAL PERSONS OR EVENTS BASED ON THE CHARACTERS AND
ACTIONS PRESENTED IN THE FOLLOWING IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.


	My name is Gregg. I live at home with my 34 year old wife, and my
recently turned 12, son.  I am 35 years old. Me and my wife Melanie had
Brian, our son, right after we got married at the age of 23(me) and
22(wife). I had gotten a decent job at a factory fresh out of high school,
and my wife has gone on to be a nurse. Nowadays I'm one of the top
supervisors at the factory I work for, so as far as money goes, we
definitely do all right. Early on, it was tough with a child around,
neither me nor my wife having other siblings we ever had to take care of,
so we didn't really know what we were getting ourselves into. With help
from both my parents, and the in-laws in the beginning, we've gotten the
hang, and have become quite the team. With work getting more intense, and
responsibilities from being a new supervisor piling on, Brian and I had not
spent all that much time together since he'd turned 9. Sure, there were
birthday parties here, and maybe a talk there, but other than that, not
much. I knew Brian didn't resent me or anything, he definitely understood.
he work I and his mother did, allowed him to live the lifestyle he did,
iPods, a new tablet for his 12th birthday, and a few video game consoles
from over the years.  Brian was starting to go through his developmental
years, and I was worrying if maybe now was the time for "the talk," or if
maybe he'd already had sex-ed in school. We are a very open family, and we
feel if our son has any problems, he should feel safe in wanting to talk to
us.

	I too remember being at his age, constant erections, wet dreams,
the works. So I knew, even in an open household, those things were not easy
to talk about. One morning, the summer after my son turned 12, I decided to
take the day off, and talk to my wife about the matter. My son left the
house to go play with his friends in the neighborhood. My wife, who was off
that day anyway, asked me what was on the to-do-list for my day off. I
paused. "Honey, do you think it's time I gave Brian, 'The Talk'?" She sort
of pandered around, not knowing what to say. "Well, he is getting to be
that age.." She responded. I shifted the conversation over to masturbation.
I felt he had to be masturbating by his age, and figured if I could know
for sure if he was, it could lighten any kind of talk I needed to have with
the boy.  I asked my wife if at any time, she'd found any dirty magazines
in his room, or if he was turning in any underwear with those all too
familiar 'stains' in them. My wife, looking baffled, stopped and said, "You
know, come to think of it, it's all been clean. Oddly clean for a boy his
age." I didn't take that as a "my son doesn't masturbate," after all, I
remember how crafty I was at his age, cleaning up my messes from my
parents. "Well, evidence or no, I'm giving him the talk today, so when he
gets home, send him on upstairs, ok?" I asked My wife. She agreed, and went
about her business.

	I was a nervous wreck waiting for my son to come home. I'd already
plotted out some very basic things I thought I'd tell him. I'd tell him
about how the stuff that's been coming out of his penis when he
masturbates, is called sperm, and it, when released during sexual
intercourse into the vagina, is responsible for child birth. I didn't want
to get too graphic with it all, after all, if I told him all of this
information and then found out his school already told him all of this, I'd
feel like a moron. I wanted to lightly cover dating, and what me and his
mother would expect and not expect from him, year by year. I'd tell him
about protection, and tell him that masturbation is totally normal, and
that I, his father, still do it. He shouldn't be ashamed of doing it, and
shouldn't hide it from his parents. I'm not saying that any time he does
it, me and my wife will just go and bear witness, I just mean, I don't want
him to feel as though he has to lock his doors, wait till no one is home,
and have a rushed, terrible experience with masturbation. I wanted him to
be comfortable with it, and I wanted him to know, his mother and I would
respect his privacy.  Waiting for him to arrive, I went in the spare
bedroom upstairs where I had my home gym set up. I figured I'd kill time,
waiting for my son. I worked out on it, almost every day and so did my son,
after some encouragement by me and his mother. About 45 minutes went by,
and I headed to my room to grab a towel I had set out, with a fresh pair of
clothes for a shower. I took off my exercise shoes, my under armor shirt,
and my socks, and I heard the front door open. Assuming it was my son, I
headed over to my sons room, still just wearing my black gym shorts, also,
carrying my white towel around my shoulder. I sat on his bed, and waited,
hearing my wife mutter something to him, and hearing him say, "Okay." I
heard him walking up the stairs slowly, and then yelling "Dad?" as he
reached the top step. "In here buddy," I said to him.

	My son walked in wearing a red plain T-shirt, blue sort of baggy
jeans, his black baseball cap, with the bill, unfolded, and straight. He
also has his black skateboarder shoes on, with low cut black socks, he was
one of those 'skate boarding kids' after all, a phad I never got into as a
youth, or understood. His light brown hair, curved out from under his hat,
and while looking at me with his deep blue eyes, asked, "Well dad, what is
this about, am I in trouble?" I chuckled and waved him over to his bed,
asking him to sit down. "No son, you're not in trouble. Your mother and I
just wanted to have... a little talk." He was sort of confused, kicking his
legs back and forth on the edge of the bed. "Talk.. What about?" I choked
over my words, and had to re-poise myself. "Son, you're getting a bit older
now, and your mother and I just wanted to fill you in on puberty, and sex."
He got that typical wide eyed, red blushed face, that you'd expect a boy
his age to get when a parent wants to talk about those sorts of things. "I
want to cover more than a few things, so brace yourself for the worst, get
comfortable, and please listen. I don't want to repeat this any more than
you want me to." He understood the awkwardness was mutual for me too, and
kicked his shoes and socks off, and got comfy. I began talking about how he
would be experiencing some changes in the next couple of years, the same
old shit you'd hear in sex-ed, nothing special. I asked him if he'd already
began to exhibit any such changes, and besides frequent erections, he
pointed out that he had a very light, sparse patch of hairs above his
penis, and his penis itself, had gotten slightly larger.

	I filled him in on the whole 'that's normal' deal, and went on
about sperm, sex, and how babies are made. I didn't simplify it to death,
and I didn't go into absurd explicit detail, but I think he got the
message. I then got onto that very sensitive topic, masturbation. I went
on, about how if he wanted to do it, it wasn't me or my wife's business,
and we would respect his privacy. He had a clueless look on his face, the
entire time, and I wondered where I'd lost him. "Something the matter son?"
He settled down, and just asked me, "Well, yeah... What IS masturbation?" I
actually thought he was being a smartass, and wanted me to humiliate myself
by explaining it to him. It's the 21st century for F's sake, and this kid
has more than a few internet devices, so I didn't think it would be
knowledge that would be hard to obtain. I asked him if he was serious, and
the look of concern on his face, assured me, that he just might be telling
the truth.  So, here I was, about to talk about the one thing I kind of
didn't really prepare for, and not really want to talk about. My son sat
cross legged on his bed, and held the ends of his feet with his hands,
waiting in an almost excited anticipation for what I had to say. "Well,
uhhh, son.." I muttered, "Masturbation is when a man or a woman, pleasures
their own sex organs, to obtain an orgasm." He looked at me sort of
puzzled, "But, what do I do to it to get one of those, umm, whatcha call
it, orgasms?" I was tempted to just say, "Well,, go look it up." I then
thought about how the past 3 years with my work and what not, how we'd sort
of lost touch, but I didn't want to just pass him off to the internet, and
just introduce him to absurd amounts of porn. "Well son, err ehmm, when
your penis, gets erect, you can slide your hand up and down on it, and just
like with sex, as I just told you about, this can cause you to have an
ejaculation, or orgasm." He looked down at his lap, then looked back at
me. "Well, what does it feel like, when that happens?" I told him that it
felt really REALLY good, but I also told him to not go overboard
masturbating too much. He almost immediately wanted to try it for himself.
"Dad, you want to stay in here and watch me?  So I know I'm doing it
right?" he sheepishly asked me.

	What was I to do? I didn't want to freak him out about it, but I
didn't want to really watch a guy, even if it was my son, masturbate.
"Listen son, I gotta--" I was cut off. "Dad, PLEASE!? I swear, just this
once, so I know what I'm doing." I didn't want to discourage the little
guy, so I went against my better judgment and said, "Ok, fine, just this
once, then you're on you're own, okay?" He shook his head, then he raised
his hands from his feet, and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed
again. His bare feet rubbed against mine, which oddly enough got me mildly
excited. The whole magnitude of the situation was settling in. Though I'm
not gay, and was just having doubts a moment ago, the thought of actually
walking my son through his first sexual experience, was kind of exciting.
This is the kind of thing my father would never have done for me. My son,
pulled his zipper down, and reached in. He pulled his penis through his
white underwear, and through his zipper, so he was still fully clothed,
just with his very hard and to attention 4.5 inch boner sticking out. As I,
he was uncut, and also like me, he had a pretty plump reddish purple
mushroom head on his penis. The sight got me, pretty unexpectedly, excited.
My son's bare right foot, was rubbing against my bare left foot, as he was
excited, and couldn't sit still.  The look on his face, he was so happy and
ready to go. "Ok dad, now what do I do?" I chose my words carefully, and
didn't want him to go nuts, and hurt himself. "Grab the middle or base of
your penis, and get a pretty decent grip on it. Now, you're going to glide
what little foreskin you have left, over the tip of your penis, and then,
back down again."

	Per my instruction, my son began. Every so often you'd hear an,
"Ahh, ouch" out of him, but I just assumed he was getting the hang of
it. "Dad, it's hurting, I don't think I'm doing it right." I looked over,
and thought about it. It seemed he had even less foreskin than I did, and I
thought I'd been tightly cut. "Hmm, ok, ok, stop for a second." I told
him. "Ok, hold your hand out, and spit in it."  He did as I told him. "Ok,
now scrunch your hand around and spread that wetness to as much of your
hand as you can." He once again followed my orders to a tee. "Ok, now spit
in the middle of your hand again," - he did - "now just grab the head of
your penis, and work up and down on it." There were slopping and slurping
noises coming from his spit and penis, and it got me a little more turned
on. My sons fingers kept on slipping off, and he was really afraid to just
go for it. He had absolutely no technique what so ever, as I'd always
thought jacking a penis, was one of the simplest things to do on the
planet. I didn't want to discourage him, and just told him to keep on
trying. A few more trips with his hand, from his penis to his mouth to
spit, he continued to masturbate, rather unimpressively. He was getting
frustrated, and red faced, almost feeling as though he was failing. "This
doesn't even feel good dad, please, can you do it for me?" WHOA. I did not
know how to answer that one. I looked him in the eyes and stuttered, "Son,
I... I that isn't --" He cut me off again. "Dad, PLEASE! Just do it for me
please, I need to know this!"  I felt bad for my struggling son, and did
something I'd hoped I wouldn't soon regret. "Fine, ok son, here."  He moved
his hand out of the way, and I gripped his very hard erection with my
hand. It felt very odd, as I'd never actually touched a penis other than my
own in my entire life. It felt very warm, and I could feel his pulse run
though it. Once my hand was on it, with my professional grip, he
immediately gasped.

	I ran my hand up his shaft, and around his plump penis head, and
then ran it down, only once before realizing there wasn't much lube. I went
to bring my hand to my mouth to spit in it, but as I loosened my grip, my
son, lowered his head slightly, and slowly spit out a glob of spit onto the
tip of his penis, which ran down the side and into my hand. I figured "Ah,
what the hell, I'm touching his dick, what harm could his spit possibly
do." With his added lube, I still worked his cock very slowly, wanting him
to learn and enjoy all at the same time. I don't know what was coming over
me. I really wanted him to enjoy this so I decided, what the hell, and give
him a full experience. While he writhed in pleasure at my hand, slapping
and slurping noises echoing off of the walls, I undid the button of his
pants, and slid them down to his feet. I then tucked his penis back into
his underwear, and then slid them down, all the way to his feet as well.
His legs were now just sticking straight out, and he laid back with his
arms crossed behind his head. His young boner, stuck straight out, and
demanded attention. Brian, leaned over, and spit on it, as my hand was now
at my mouth, as I spit two whole mouthfuls of saliva into it. His own spit
slowly dribbled down towards his small patch of pubic hairs. My now fully
lubed hand, was about to meet his already spit on penis, ready to create
quite a sloppy, slippery mess. My hand met his young penis yet again, this
time, slipping very freely across it as I jerked up and down on him. My son
let out a rather loud, uncontained, "Ahhhh..." He was really loving this.
Up and down I went on it, as my son squirmed, and moved his feet around.
His pants and underwear fell off the end of his feet, and landed on the
floor.  Except for his red shirt and black hat, he was now completely
nude. Every time I had another mouthful of saliva, I'd deposit it right
onto my son's penis, and he did the same. It was actually a technique I
used to use back when I was a teenager, where I'd overwhelm my penis with
spit, and the feeling of way too much lube, always made the experience, 90
times better. Our father and son spit was combining to make quite the fine
slippery lube, for my son's entry into manhood. My son's eyes were closed
in pleasure, as I bent down, putting my face right next to his penis. I put
my lips right on the tip of his penis, and rested them there, as well as on
the top of my open fist. It was like I was kissing it, but quite the
opposite. I opened my lips slightly, and spilled out a fine amount of
saliva that I'd worked up. This would surely send my boy over the edge.

	My hand was now so well lubed, that it was practically gliding up
and down his penis. I was jerking faster and faster, and very glad to be
apart of this experience for my son. My son opened his eyes, out of his
deep pleasurable, almost coma. His toes curled, and his legs moved all
over, he arched his back, and told me that he thought he was going to pee,
and that I should stop. I laughed, and told him that he did not have to
pee, but that he should, "Watch this." I jerked faster, adding one last
glob of spit onto his dick. I used my free hand to tickle his balls, and he
began to tremble, "Ohhhhhhh," he let out. His penis got harder, and his
penis head flushed. I knew what was happening.  My son's dick, let a long
white rope of cum fly out, hitting his baseball cap. Then another rope flew
out, hitting him on the chin. while the rest dribbled out onto his
shirt. "Unnnggghh Ohhhhh," he moaned, as he enjoyed his orgasm. The lone
rope of cum that hit his baseball cap, was hanging down the front of the
rim, right where he could see it. "Cool!" he exclaimed. As he moved his
head around, the rope of cum wiggled around side to side, and he was
excited to show me. "Wow Dad, That was AMAZING! I never knew I could do
that to myself!" he said, rather happy, and relieved. I still had my hand
on his softening, cum and spit covered penis, and while taking it off,
said, "Don't mention it son. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little
something of my own to take care of." I pointed down to my gym shorts,
which were showing off the bulge I had. It was obvious I was very hard, and
in need of a release of my own. My son, paused for a second, and said,
"Wait, dad. Since you did me, shouldn't I do you? You know, to show what
I've learned?" I definitely hesitated. Teaching my son to do it was one
thing, but I already knew, hence thought it pointless for him to touch his
father. "No son, I can handle myself." He turned to me aggressively,
putting his hand on my shoulder. As he did so, the lone rope of cum on the
bill of his hat, flew over, and hit me on the arm. "Dad, please, please! I
really need to show that I can do it to you, so I know I can do it to
myself."

	His cum just sitting on my arm, all casually, made my cock even
harder. I was in a very excited mood, and just for educational purposes,
told my son, "Sure, what the heck, show me what you've learned."  He
clapped his hands together a few times excitedly, and said, "Yes! Ok, I'll
do everything you just taught me." I stood up from his bed, and slid my gym
shorts down my waist, and to my feet. I kicked them away, and not wearing
underwear, I was now completely nude. My 7 inch cock, bounced up and down
as I sat back down on my son's bed. "Whoa! Am I gonna get that big he
asked?" I smiled and told him that he should get about the same size or
even bigger. He was very excited about this. I got on my knees on top of
his bed, and faced him. He sat, still no pants or underwear, cross legged
again. My cock was right in his face, as he spit in both of his hands.
"Here dad," he said, as he brought his slimy hands up to my face. Knowing
what to do, I dropped some wads of saliva in his ready hands. He let out a
huge breath, and then got to work. He grabbed a hold of my dick, firmly,
with two hands. He ran them toward my pelvis, and back to him, a few times,
slowly. He was clearly enjoying this, but not as much as I. I don't think
I've ever been as excited in my whole life, as I was in that moment. His
very young thin fingers running the course of my dick, his small hands
barely able to fit all the way around. He pulled my dick down and toward
his face.  He pressed his lips onto the upside of my large mushroom head,
and let some spit out on it. He began going back and forth, just on the
head of my penis, with his hands. It was driving me crazy. His hands
slipping all around the most sensitive of areas. I even dropped a long spit
wad down onto my dick, to give more lube.  Then, he did something I did not
see coming. In what seemed like instinct, or curiosity, he slowly opened
his mouth wide, and slowly inserted the head of my penis into his mouth. He
was whirling his tongue around the head, and every so often, tonguing my
piss slit. I did not want to scold him in this delicate situation,
 so I just let him explore.

	His very sparse mature lip hairs graced my cock head, tickling it
when he'd stick it in and out of his mouth. He took me in as far as I'd go
into his mouth, then he gagged. Hearing him gag, just about sent me over
the edge. "Oh Brian.. I'm... I'm about to cum." He pulled his mouth off of
my dick, and with his free hand on my balls, he jerked me with the other. I
was tensing up, and moaning, and my son began frantically licking my
frenulum, to send me over. He must have noticed how good it felt when I
touched his. He pulled his hand off of my balls, and went back to his now
rock hard penis, and began jerking it very hard. "Ohhh here it comes!" I
said, as I began to spasm. My son, still being a novice, forgot to move his
head out of the way.  My orgasm hit, pulsating through my feet, and up my
spine. I shot out a very powerful first blast of cum, spraying my sons
face. He then opened his mouth, and stuck his ready tongue out, and caught
my second large burst of cum, and as soon as it hit, he took it in and
swallowed it. With his mouth no longer open, he caught the rest of my 6 or
7 ropes of cum, on his face, and one on his chest. I was in absolute
heaven, definitely one of the best orgasms I'd ever had in my life. My son,
while giggling, wiped some of my cum off of his face, and began
masturbating himself with it. It was very instinctive of him to do so, and
it was pretty hot to see.  My cum, now warming my son's cock, and making
louder sloshing noises than our collective spit had. My son moaned, and he
stood up, on his bed. I, still on my knees, wondered what the heck he was
doing. He then pointed his penis right at my face, and began to ejaculate.
He caught me in the eye, laid a fine rope across my forehead and into my
hair, left a small rope across my lips, and even a small dangling glob
lowering from my right ear. My son was exhaling, and moaning, and as he did
so, we heard the clearing of a throat in the hallway.  My wife stood there,
all smiles, as me and my son were covered in each others sperm. "So did you
guys have your talk?" she asked while laughing. Brian and I began laughing
as well, and Brian said, "Yeah mom, what do you think?" I grabbed one of my
son's ropes of cum from my face, and stuck it in my mouth, to compare the
difference in taste. "Not bad," I said to my son, letting out a chuckle as
I did so. My son then licked the rather large glob of his cum off of my
forehead, to compare the tastes, as he'd only so far tasted mine. "Wow,
they actually taste different!" he exclaimed.

	My son, my wife, and I, all shared a laugh. My son took his shirt
off, now completely nude, aside from his slightly cum covered hat. "Well,
me and Brian are going to hop in the shower together to wash up honey. If
you need us, you know where we'll be." I said to my wife. Me and my son
have never been closer since that day.  We don't masturbate each other
anymore, but sometimes we do masturbate in each others company. One thing
is for sure though, my son told me that when he has children, he would like
to share a similar experience with his own son some day. That made me very
proud, and quite happy. The whole experience also loosened me up sexually,
and I don't look down on things the way I used to. I just take sex, and
masturbation for what it is, and hope my son learned well from me.