Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 20:15:19 -0400
From: greenbriefs (at) gmail (dot) com
Subject: Teen Son Learns About Masturbation

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Teen Son Learns About Masturbation

Little Trevor had just woken up. He stretched his slender body and rubbed
his morning wood. He got out of bed and, like every morning, stumbled into
the kitchen for breakfast. He didn't bother to put any clothes on, aside
from the bright green briefs we wore, since his parents were always off to
work by the time he rolled out of bed. But today, he was surprised to find
his father home.

"Well well, sleepy head. Good morning," Jim said from the kitchen table,
glancing over at his teen son's nearly-naked body.

"Dad?" Trevor asked, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"I have a doctors appointment later, so I took the whole day off."

"Oh," Trevor replied simply. He was now conscious of his state of dress and
was embarrassed. His stiff dick was outlined perfectly in the pouch of his
briefs, right there in front of his father. He awkwardly turned to go back
upstairs.

Jim noticed his son's morning arousal and subsequent shyness and called him
back, "Wait, you don't have to go away."

Trevor stopped. "What?" he asked, worried to go back into the kitchen with
his hard-on bulging out.

"Don't be shy about your shorts," Jim said. He didn't want to encourage his
son to be secretive and shameful of his developing body. "They look nice on
you. Come back here."

Trevor was mortified, but did as he was told. He turned around and walked
back to the kitchen table, standing next to his father. He hung his head in
embarrassment, folding an arm across his chest, grabbing his bicep, and
dangling the other arm in front of his protruding crotch. His scruffy brown
hair hung down over his face. "Yeah, Dad?"

"Don't want you to be ashamed. It's a natural thing," Jim said.

Trevor was getting more flustered as his father talked about his erection
without actually mentioning it.

"You have a very good looking body. But this 'outfit' isn't something you'd
want your mother to catch you in, is it?"

"No," Trevor said, looking at his feet.

"Especially in your present state. I think it's time we talked about that,
son," Jim said, pulling his chair away from the table so he was still
sitting, but facing his lean, teenage son. "Let me see what you've got
here." He reached out and moved Trevor's arm away. "Oh my, you're pretty
hard, aren't you?" He caressed the bulge, feeling the contours of his son's
hard dick.

"Daa-aad!" Trevor exclaimed, more whiny than anything else. "What're you
doing?" The sudden contact had surprised him.

"I need to teach you how to take care of this so you won't come waltzing
down here and scare your mother half to death with this thing." Jim tucked
his fingers into the white elastic waistband. "Just stand still and do as I
say. Understand?" He had taken a stern tone.

"Yes," Trevor meekly responded. He stood helpless as his father pulled his
briefs down to his thighs, his rock-hard cock flopping out in front of his
dad.

"Well, that's an impressive dick," Jim said. In his late teens, the boy's
body was a tad stringy, but his cock was almost that of a grown man. It's
base was hidden in a small bush of dark hair. "Don't be so embarrassed to
show it off in front of me. It's just us guys." He reached up and took hold
of the tool, stroking it. "Besides, I need to teaching you a lesson. It's
called 'masturbation.' When you have an erection in the morning, you should
masturbate before coming down so your cock won't be so stiff."

The teenager just stared at his father's hand moving up and down on his
rod, fascinated and at the same time flustered that it was his dad doing
it. But it felt so good.

"You like that?" Jim asked, looking up into his son's wide, brown eyes.

"Yeeeah," he said slowly, clearly not concentrating on the conversation.

Jim stood up and moved behind his son, reaching around his thin torso to
once again take hold of that teen pole. "Pay careful attention to how my
hand slides up and down the shaft. You can go all the way up to the tip. It
will feel good to run the rim of your cockhead." Jim continued his
tutoring. He felt his son's weight lean back against him, giving into the
new sensation. "Don't be afraid to explore all over your body." His free
hand moved across the boy's flat abdomen and chest, settling on one perky
nipple. He tweaked it between two fingers.

"Ohhh," Trevor moaned. He knew it was a weird, taboo situation, but right
then he didn't care. He was comforted by his father's strong body and felt
hid dad's mound pressing into the small of his back.

"Let's make sure you're learning the lesson," Jim said, disengaging from
Trevor. "I'll have you practice on me." He turned the boy around and undid
his own pants, dropping them to the floor. He pulled out his fat dick from
the fly in his boxers and gave it a couple tugs. "Go ahead, son."

Trevor gazed in amazement at the fat tool that hung, half-hard, from his
dad's crotch. He reached out and wrapped his slender fingers around it.
"Wow, it's so big," he said quietly.

"Show me what you learned," Jim instructed his son. Trevor began jerking
off his dad, reveling in the hotness of the big meat that was getting
stiffer and stiffer in his hand. The flesh was so soft, but got so hard on
the inside. "That's great, Trev," Jim remarked, proud of the boy's new
skills. He noticed that Trevor was jerking himself off at the same time.

"Alright, son, I'm getting close. Get down on your knees," Jim ordered. The
boy obeyed, falling to his knees without releasing either dick. "Stroke
harder... faster," Jim panted as his orgasm neared. He pulled his son's
head close to his cockhead just in time to shoot a string of hot, white cum
across the boy's unblemished face.

At that moment, Trevor's own balls unleashed their load. He shot his head
back, shouting his orgasm, spraying his juice onto the kitchen floor.

"Uh! Uh!" Jim grunted, continuing to shoot his load, which was now landing
in Trevor's wide-open, moaning mouth. Ropes of cum streaked the teen's
tongue.

"Awesome," Trevor said, looking up at his father. White strands of semen
criss-crossed his face.

"Ohh, good job, Trev," he said, pressing his cockhead against the boy's
lips. "Lick me clean," he ordered. "Like a popsicle." Trevor spread his
lips and Jim sunk his dick into the hot, wet mouth. "Suck it," Jim
ordered. Trevor obeyed, opening his jaw wide, keeping his lips sealed
around the shaft. Jim pistoned into his son's face a dozen times before
withdrawing his spent dick.

"Good job, Trev," Jim repeated, gazing at his cum-covered son.

"Thanks, Dad," Trevor smiled up at him.

"Now go get a shower and get ready for school."

Trevor got up, wiping the sticky cum from his face. He turned before he
headed upstairs. "Can we have another lesson sometime, Dad?" Trevor asked,
all shyness having vanished long ago.

"You bet," Jim smiled at his son, squeezing the last few drops from his
cock as he watched his son's cute, round butt disappear up the stairs.