Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 13:46:24 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Understanding My Son 2

Those who read chapter 1 of this story can now follow what happened next.

Here are some paragraphs from that first chapter.


My young son had always been very punctual and honest with my wife and
I. He was a good student and very capable at any sport he became involved
with.

Then just before his 13th birthday he started to come home late from
school, or sporting events. Additionally he wasn't opening asking his
mother and I to go and see him play particularly the latest cricket match
series.


I dressed and then looked at the computer. I sat down and opened it up but
the only section available was 'Word', so I logged in there at 'My
Documents'.

What a surprise? There were many section sites for homework, which showed
that Jase was doing well.

Then I noticed a file called Mr IT. In opened this and there in the front
was a picture of a most beautiful boy. He was naked with his stiff cock
poking out from his hairless groin. Further investigation revealed loads of
pictures of naked boys, some with soft cocks and many stiff. Some even had
their hands on them jerking off. Then there was the file 'FO'.


Now we continue with Chapter 2

I had some difficulty opening the file 'FO'. Then I noted on the side of
the computer the words joined together 'happyboy'

I punched that into the password section and low and behold I was inside my
son's computer.

The file 'FO' made my cock almost spurt cum without touching it. There were
pictures of young boys being fucked, sucked and also fucking older men. My
cock regained its hardness instantly, much to my surprise. And then it
started to almost spurt out globs of pre-cum. I was also almost salivating
at the mouth as I scrolled through all these impressive images.

Then I realised that all these were on my young 12-year-old son's computer.

I unzipped my fly and spread the slippery clear juice over my large cock
head and the feeling through my sex weapon was increasingly more wonderful.

I went back and forth to exciting pictures of young boys with plugged
arseholes, and then even some showed their recently fucked holes dripping
cum.

I couldn't control my fingers as my cock exploded spurting large globs of
cum up over my son's desk and keyboard.

As the feeling subsided I looked at my watch and realised that my wife and
my son would soon be home from school, so I shut down the computer
correctly and re-made his bed, folding his pyjamas back to what I felt was
how I found them.

I hurriedly now, with a feeling of fear and fright, left our home and went
for a drive, in an effort to clear my mind. My cock was still dribbling out
cum, despite my two jerk offs in the past hour.

I drove over to the road passed the big manor house but all appeared shut
up. Then I drove to the house of my former school classmate. It was almost
4pm when I stopped my car several houses down the street. Then my eyes
opened as I observed my son skipping merrily along from the bus stop,
towards the house. He rang the doorbell and was instantly inside. Again I
waited around 30 minutes before he emerged, this time getting into the IT
man's own car. I followed as they drove directly to our house, the car
stopping around the corner from my home. My son hopped out, but not before
he gave his friend a full lip to lip passionate kiss.

I was jealous and my cock re-acted as well. My son had never kissed me like
that.

I waited a few minutes and then casually strolled into my house after
garaging my car. My son was in his room, so I carefully crept up the stairs
to observe any re-action.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," was all I heard. I had never heard my son swear
before so I wondered what had created this verbiage.

"Fuck, oh shit," again from this supposedly innocent mouth.

Then he rushed out of the room calling at the top of his voice, "Mum".

I just had time to duck into one of the other bedrooms near his as he
rushed down the stairs to my wife in the kitchen.

I followed him down the stairs at a safe distance.

"Have you been in my bedroom, mum?" he asked in a dramatic fashion.

"No, dear. You know I never go into your room, now," came the soft reply.

My son turned around sharply and ran straight into me, my business brief
case catching him right in the crotch. He staggered back clutching his
cock. The expression on his face was one of both hurt and fear.

He looked at me again with a wild expression in his eyes.

He ran then in an awkward fashion back up the stairs to his room, slamming
the door.

I kissed my wife.

"What was that all about?" I inquired.

"I have absolutely no idea,' came my wife's meek reply.

"He has been acting very strangely of late," she continued. "He's very edgy
over something."

I thought about it and then cursed myself. I knew that I hadn't remade his
bed in the same fashion, and also I had this stab of fear that I hadn't
cleaned up my cum from both his computer key board and also, I then
remembered the splat that had gone over my head onto his bed-head.

Later my wife called him for dinner and he slowly emerged, down the stairs
in a most peculiar way. He didn't say anything as he ate his meal. I did
however note that he made many sideways glances at me at times, as we ate.

He quickly left the table and went back to his room. He had hardly opened
his mouth other than to place food in it.

I heard him in the shower an hour later and then with a shout from the
landing he was into bed.

The next day I feigned going to work, but returned within half an hour. My
wife had joined some of her friends at the local tennis court for their
weekly 'hit and giggle' session.

I went straight to my son's room and opened his computer.

I found his e-mail section and opened it easily with his password.

I went straight into his 'sent' file and there I was staggered by the
revelations I read.

He had sent several e-mails the previous night. One was to 'unclebob' and a
second to 'benzman'. They both revealed what I had feared the night before.

They both stated that he was certain that I, his father, had been into his
room and had noted in his bed the cum stains and other sex action results.

Then I switched to the 'incoming' e-mails, and noted two replies, one of
which had only been sent a few minutes ago.

Both assured my son that it didn't matter if I had noted his 'cum stains',
as a father expects his son to start shooting cum when he gets to my son's
age.

Both also assured him that he should come over the next evening as there
were some friends joining them for some 'fun and games'.

I realised that the next evening was Friday, and my wife and I had planned
on going to a social function at her golf club, so we would be away until
the early morning hours.

I wanted to cancel out this engagement so I could follow my son, but I
couldn't think of any excuse that would hold up.

Again my cock was hard and leaking profuse strings of pre-cum. I unzipped
my fly and pulled my big cock out and spread the clear liquid over my large
knob. The feeling in my body was tremendous.

I looked around thinking of jerking off on my son's bed. Then I noticed a
'post-it' note on the bedhead. It covered the spot where my cum shot had
landed the day before.

Then I also noted some felt pen circles around patches of dried cum I had
left on my son's desk.

I then scrolled down and read a third e-mail that he had sent to
'charliesangel'.

It read, "I think my dad has been into my room. There are cum shots on my
bedhead and also near my keyboard. Also there are a lot of cum soaked
tissues in my wastebasket, and they aren't mine. What should I do?"

A reply hadn't been forthcoming from that plea.

I then opened up the file marked 'charliesangel' and I was awe struck by
the e-mails in it.

They described in great detail what my son had been experiencing with both
the IT man and at the Manor House. My cock jumped when I read his
description of what he described as his first fucking.

I read it and re-read it and each time the quantity of pre-cum that flowed
from my cock was in gallons. I touched my cock, smearing the slippery over
it and I exploded with such vigour that my cum shots hit the screen and the
keyboard in great splashes.

I didn't bother to clean up, as I then discovered attached to this e-mail
was a picture of a boy's arse being filled by a large male cock. I
recognised the body. It was my son.

My cock pulsed again and a second climax delivered more cum, and this time
I let is slid down between my legs and onto the seat and carpet.


This is the end of chapter 2.

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