Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:05 -0400 From: Pete Marenga Subject: Watching my Son - Chapter 2 Watching my Son - Chapter 2 by Pete Marenga dom6789@hotmail.com <---(Pete's email address) _______________________________________________________________ Sorry my email froze up late Sunday. If you got mail returned, please mail again. _______________________________________________________________ This story is gay and sexual and is between a father and a son. You know if you're old enough or not to read this kind of thing, and if you would like it, or not like it. So get real, and read if you like, or move on, if not. WARNING: EXIT this story if you're under legal age. ________________________________________________________________ Watching my Son - Chapter 2 'Do we just . . . DO each other?' Kyle had asked. It was almost as if I were imagining things. There was just the two of us, so there could be no doubt in my mind as to whom Kyle was speaking. Incredibly, my thirteen-year-old son was asking me about having sex! Mutual masturbation to be precise, but to ME it was sex--and sexy as hell just to contemplate. Of course, he could have meant 69, I supposed. I gasped at my son's words. I wondered if he was really knowing what he was saying, or just imitating something he'd heard. I saw the tension in Kyle's face after he asked the question. He remained looking at me with pleading eyes as I answered. "Yeah," I said casually, "Do me first--I want some oral." I figured that would be a good test of his knowledge. Of course, I'd be shocked if Kyle really did start sucking or stroking me, and I'd have to stop him. As I spoke, I slid down so I was lying flat on my back. With my dick pointing almost straight up, I knew where Kyle's attention probably was focused. Kyle gulped audibly. "Go to it, Kyle!" "Well, uh, um . . . dad?" "Yes?" I said, grasping his waist and sliding him down in the bed, so his face was level with mine. "I guess I, um . . . . " Kyle blushed again--badly this time, while his eyes danced with beautiful life and energy. "Go ahead, son. It's ok. You what?" I did my best to suppress a smirk, but failed. As Kyle's eyebrows knitted together, his arms reached out to pull me to him. "Oh, dad." I cooperated, and pulled Kyle into a nice, father-son hug. At least it seemed like a father-son hug until our erections began to burn into each other's bodies. Nevertheless, Kyle exhaled, and with that one breath, his body emitted great waves of heat. My son's arms tightened around me--and mine around him, as if I were hugging him instinctively. Affection poured from him--from the movements of his body, the tightness of his hug. My love for my son poured out of my heart into his chest at that moment. "Kyle, I love you, boy!" "I love you, too, dad." "What you said before, Kyle--you don't know what those words mean, do you?" "No," Kyle said, exhaling in the laughter of relief. "I'm just horny. And I wanted to . . . to see if you really meant--I mean if we really could--" I loved Kyle's brave, experimental nature. "I can tell you didn't know," I said, as I slid my hand between us to grasp my son's warm, solid erection. What I DIDN'T say is that I was joyously overwhelmed at the implication that he wanted to play with me sexually. "And I really meant . . . and we CAN." Kyle's inexperienced penis had a strength to it. I felt throbs as soon as I tightened my hand around it. "Ooh! That feels good!" Kyle said, leaning his body away from me to allow my hand to stroke his beautiful, boyish cock. I wriggled us around on the bed so we were side by side on our backs. I stopped stroking him and stared at my son. As he turned toward me, his eyes had that glazed look. Kyle slid close, moved his head downward, and licked my chest. "Oh, God, dad!" I could only moan in response. What I really wanted was to gently suck my son to orgasm, but instead, he maneuvered himself to his knees and began to stroke me. "I wanna see this up close," Kyle said. "Kyle--have you ever done anything with other guys--" "No. I just watched two guys jack each other off in the locker room. They didn't know I was there. I didn't stay for the whole thing." Using a control on my nightstand, I turned the room lights up full. This didn't seem to bother Kyle--which was what I was hoping. "So, how horny are you, Kyle?" "I'm gonna die if I don't cum soon!" With a half-silly, embarrassed smirk on his face, Kyle had said words to me he probably never thought he'd say to his father. I could tell this was also a test of the waters, for Kyle. Maybe it was my imagination, but the whole atmosphere in the room suddenly took on the feel of rushing wind, or water. Whatever it was it was an urgency--perhaps reflecting my boy's desperation and sexual need. "Attaboy! Be proud of that!" I said, almost HEARING the imaginary rushing wind. "Huh?" Kyle uttered, genuinely confused. "That feeling, that you really need to cum badly?" "Yeah?" my boy said, uncertainly. "That's your sex drive, Kyle! It's strong. It's good. It's something you need to know you should be proud of!" I said, almost shouting to be heard over the sound of the non-existent wind. It suddenly stopped, and I swear the room got quiet. "Ok, cool," Kyle said, "but, um--why?" "It's part of what makes you a man--your manhood." "I thought THIS was my manhood," he said, waving his cock. "Yes, Kyle--that's called your manhood too, but you have an inner manhood." "I get it." "Now lay back," I said, putting a pillow under his head. "Put your hands together under your head and relax." By Kyle's enthusiastic compliance, I could tell he knew something good was coming. I knelt and rubbed the entire front of my stunning, perfectly- formed, thirteen-year-old son. The luxurious feel of his smooth skin added to the effect of his sensual moans, and caused my cock to throb powerfully. "God!" Kyle said in admiration, his eyes glued to my erection. I soon grasped his hard penis and stroked lovingly, in the way I thought would give him the best pleasure. I had no way of knowing if it was the best, but he seemed very pleased. Strange--for our whole lives thus far, the point was for Kyle to please ME. Now, in bed, that was reversed. I couldn't wait to please him; to feel his body respond--to squirm and writhe and shout in the furious pleasure of a glorious teen climax. But I felt strongly that he had a will to please me, as well. Kyle tried his best to keep his gaze on me, but soon his head slowly turned from side to side. His body reddened, and his breaths became rapid moans. "Dad--ohhh, I'm gonna--" I immediately ceased stroking him which made Kyle stop in mid- sentence and inhale sharply. "OH! No, don't stop!" I had planned to tease him--extend the period of his sexual desire--but now I had pity on the poor boy. I didn't want to be too cruel to him--and besides, he was only thirteen. But a tiny bit of playing with his dick was in order. I pressed on his sturdy chest with one hand, while his frightened eyes followed my head to his crotch. I lashed out with my tongue to the wet end of his penis. "Ahhh!" "Such a sexy boy you are." "Oh, God, dad! You--" This time, I let my tongue press into the pale pink skin of his shaft, and slowly wind my way from the hard base of his stiff, young prick to the thick nerve under the head--making sure at the last moment to wrap my tongue around this most sensitive part of a boy's anatomy. Kyle could only squeal--but with tremendous volume. Judging from his reaction, and not knowing if he'd really told me the whole story of his past experience, I was confident this was my son's first oral experience. When I took his entire penis into my mouth, he shouted in unearthly high tones. I pulled off him briefly, to speak. "DON'T STOP!" "Cum in my mouth, Kyle," I shouted, and I shoved my mouth back over his hungry, throbbing, irresistible scepter. "Ahhhhh! AHHH!" And my son filled my mouth with his warm, sweet semen. The pleasure he provided me with the taste of his young cum was exceeded only by the surprising strength of his squirts. "Oh, oh, GOD! Stop now!" Kyle screamed as his climax continued. I removed my mouth from his perfect and beautiful sexual organ, hugged his upper body tenderly, and watched as his supercharged streams shot high into the air, while Kyle shouted and squirmed uncontrollably. "Urggh, ahff, uhh! OH! OH!" "That's good. Cum, Kyle. That's it. Cum for me. Cum, boy. That's so good. I'm proud of you." I marveled at the full redness of his face, the smoothness of his velvet skin, and the beauty of the coalescence of all that with the sensual sweat of my son's hot brow. He was slowly winding down now, in spite of his closed eyes and the currents of sweat that had streamed their way downward to his jaw. His innocent cheeks glowed a sexy, dark red color. I gently massaged and pulled at his very tight scrotum, as Kyle gasped for air. "Oh, yeah," Kyle moaned between ragged breaths, "that feels good, dad." "There's a lot more down here in these beautiful balls, I'm sure." "More?" "Yes, that's were sperm is made." "Oh, yeah." "You're making more, right now. I'm sure that you'll have another load to shoot before the--" "Yeah--just give me about five minutes." "Good, Kyle." I was amazed. "Five minutes, are you sure?" "Yeah," Kyle said, still somewhat breathless. I put his hand to my balls, which were soaked with my precum. "Kyle--Do you feel anything down here?" I said, hoping he would know what he was feeling on me. "God! You're horny as hell--all this precum." I was thinking that would give my stud-son Kyle something to do with his five minutes. "How do you feel about that?" "Mmm, it's hot!" Kyle moaned, shivering slightly as he grasped my aching cock. "Easy, boy! Remember, that's fully loaded." Kyle giggled suddenly. I thrilled to the youthful musical sound he made. It was the same thirteen-year-old giggle he always made, but it had new meaning now. ______ ---Like it so far? Tell me, please. dom6789@hotmail.com <---(Pete's email address)