Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2019 11:26:06 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: A Tender Class (Bisexual Incest)

A Tender Class
 ©2017 MCVT November 10, 2017

"Take a whiff - does it stink?"  Father and son discuss hygiene among other
things.

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Weekends I stayed with my Dad.  My parents were separated, and there was no
way they'd get back together, so I rode the "other house" shuttle every
Friday night and Sunday evening.

When I got back from school on Friday, I called my Dad and told him I was
home.  With my rucksack filled with clean clothes and a toothbrush, I
watched out the window by the door until he drove up.  Dad watched me lock
the door and got out to grab my bag and strap me into the front seat.

"I can do that myself, you know.  I'm in third grade now - remember, I can
read and write and use a cell phone..."

"Stop complaining, you sound like your mom.  Don't want to start the
weekend out like that."  He started the car and we got on the highway.

"Can we go to the skate park tomorrow?"  I asked.

"We're going out to the mountain and look around in the woods."  He
answered without looking at me.

"Why?"  I asked, rather puzzled.  "You don't like going camping or anything
- are we going to make a bonfire?  Hey, we could roast hotdogs and all..."

"Nah, we need to talk and I thought some nice scenery would help."

"What are we going to talk about?"  This sounded curious - we had to go to
a mountain to talk?

"Your mom and I agreed that teaching you some private things would be my
responsibility."

"Crap.  More `birds and bees.'"  I thought.

Dad drove through a seafood place and got dinner to go.  When we got to his
house, I ran upstairs and changed into my sweat pants and a tee shirt.  Dad
just went to his room quietly and came back in his boxers, long legs moving
so his muscles showed.

Good looking man; Mom was a beauty.  That's why they were separated, I
think.  They both looked like models.

...

Over dinner, I asked Dad why we needed scenery to talk.  I was curious
about his sudden interest in the landscapes.

"Maybe I need the scenery."  He said, and I wondered.

"Why can't talk here?  I want to go to the skate park tomorrow."

He looked at me for a long time.  "We'll see."

Dad was a quiet kind of guy, but usually he enjoyed our time together on
the weekends, and something was bothering him tonight.

"Are you and Mom fighting again?"

"No, and don't worry about us - we get along well enough."

Hmmm.  "Are you feeling okay?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  Let's watch some movies after we clean up and you get your bath.
Your pick tonight, but no cartoons."

"Okay!"

After dinner, Dad put on his running outfit and we got my bike out of the
garage and cruised our three-mile loop.  When we came back, he went to the
shower and called me.

That was surprising - I wondered if I forgot to flush the toilet again.
"Come here.  We're going to talk right now."  He put the seat down on the
toilet.  "Get up here."

As he pulled my shirt off, then took my shoes and pants off, "Mom told me
to talk to you about some things...  She's inspecting the laundry again."
Dad was so serious.

He took my penis and pushed the foreskin back and swiped his fingertip
around my glans making me jerk and pull my hips away but he didn't let go.
Then he took his finger and held it to my nose.  "Take a whiff - does it
stink?"

I sniffed, "Smells like me."

Dad started chuckling.  "Yeah, well not everyone likes the way you smell.
Gotta wash this place - well, at least rinse it off every day.  Can you
remember that?"

I nodded.

"About your butt...  Stay on the can until you finish, it doesn't matter if
you're late for your next class or recess - stay till you're done.  Toilet
tissue is cheap - use enough to wipe all the shit off your ass.  Okay?"

"Is that all Mom said to tell me?"  I thought there might be something
difficult coming.

"For right now.  We're going to shower so I can see what you're doing.
There's a few more things later."

We got in the shower, Dad showed me how to do the "top down" wash and his
hands stroked along my body for a long time.  He held his breath and pushed
his hand down the cleft of my butt, then his fingers found my ass and he
rubbed around it for a while and reached around my hips to my erect penis.
I closed my eyes, it felt so good, but this was bad touching.

"Did I hurt you?"  He whispered.

I shook my head - I was embarrassed a little.

Squatting down in front of me, his balls swung, and his erection was full,
sticking straight out.  He took my penis, pulling my foreskin back,
fingered my glans and rinsed me.  "Easy.  See?"  He was smiling now, and
hugged me against him as we dried off together.  "That wasn't so bad, was
it?"  He asked as I gathered my dirty clothes.

"Nah."

...  Dad did something weird that night and stayed in his room a long time.
So I had to make the popcorn and find a movie by myself.  He came in the
living room with a small leather bag and a box of tissues and got in his
big chair.  Patting his knee "C'mere, get on my lap."

"I'm too big."  I went over to the couch where I usually laid down to watch
movies.

"We need to finish your talk.  This is the best part."  He pulled the
blanket off the back of his chair.  "C'mon."

As I approached him, he told me to take off my pajamas.  "Just for a few
minutes.  I'm going to put the blanket over us while we talk."

I sat on his lap sideways and he handed me the remote.  "Anything you want.
Keep the volume down."  He covered my legs with the blanket and pressed my
head against his shoulder.  "I love you."

He unzipped the little bag and stuffed it down on the seat beside him, and
pulled me close.  His right hand opened my thighs.  "This won't hurt."  He
kissed my hair and I felt his hand digging around in the bag, but I
couldn't see anything.

"What are you going to do?"  "Touch you very gently."  His fingers found
their way to my groin.  "Mom tells you not to touch yourself.  Right?"

"She says it'll fall off if I start doing it."

"My god.  There wouldn't be any children if that was true."  He chuckled.
"This is the short course in being a man."  He held me closer, silently
while his fingers rubbed some slippery stuff on my penis and all over my
balls.

On the screen, I found some documentary about Antarctica, but I kept my
cheek on his chest while he kissed my hair and his fingers gently rubbed
and pulled.  Inspection by touch, I suppose, and it felt very good.

His thumb rubbed underneath at the sensitive place on my dick and I jerked
a little, but Dad just held me tighter and sighed.  When his fingers went
between my legs, I tensed.  He pushed my legs apart again and his middle
finger rubbed the slippery stuff on my butt hole.  My whole body was tense.
Washing my ass was one thing, but this was on the edge of naughty.  "Dad -"
" Shhh."  He held me close and rubbed his face on my hair.  "Relax for me."

He rubbed my asshole, and I tried to relax.  Gradually, with more pressure,
the tip of his finger was inside me, and it felt weird, but my penis was
hard.

"Rub my dick again."  I whispered.

His hand went for more of the slippery stuff, and he smeared it along my
short shaft and wrapped his fingers around me gently.  "Look at me."  Dad
whispered.

I leaned my head back, and he looked at my face while his hand began
squeezing and tugging on my penis.  My body began tensing and my hips
jerked.  "Oooh. "  It felt so good, and his hand continued gently stroking
and gently tightening around my penis then he began squeezing and moving
his hand fast!

For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good, and I
looked up at Dad - he was smiling, then leaned over to kiss my forehead.

Letting the remote drop, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him under
his ear.

Putting both arms around me, he kept me close for a long time.  "Let's go
pee and come back.  I want you to show me how you like to masturbate."

"That's what you did?"  I rubbed my face in his neck.

"Yeah.  Did it hurt?"  That stumped me for a second, but I got up smiling
and we went to the bathroom.

...

This time Dad put on a foreign movie about the fiords and cows.  He took
his boxers off and sat in his chair and patted his thighs.  I straddled his
lap facing him.

"What's in the bag?"  I asked and reached for the little leather pouch.  It
had some personal lubricant - the slippery stuff, a few condoms, and some
numbing gel.

"What's that for?"

He took the little tube around my hips and touched the tip of it to my
asshole.  My eyes opened wide.  "Helps sometimes.  A lot of men like anal
stimulation - feels great."  He dropped the tube back in the bag and his
hands caressed my hips and waist.

"Until we showered, I didn't realize how much of a man you've become.  God,
you're so beautiful - perfect body."  His hands squeezed my butt cheeks,
pulling them apart.

"Will you stroke yourself for me?"  His hands held my face and he kissed me
lightly on my lips. Maybe I blushed, but I looked away.

"Do you want to watch me cum?"  He asked.  I nodded.  This was all new for
me.

He lifted me against his chest and pulled his penis up.  It was big and
hard.  "If you rub yourself too much, you'll get chapped, that hurts.  Get
some lotion or stroke off in the shower with the soap and water."  He
dropped some of the lube on his palm.

"Is that pee?"  His slit was leaking.

"No, that's another kind of lubrication - natural lube.  It means I want to
climax - ejaculate.  Touch it."

I put my finger in the liquid.  It was slippery.

"Put the blanket over us, men do this in private."  I lifted the blanket
almost over us, but with enough light to watch.

Dad put one hand at his balls and pressed them against mine and smiled.
Smearing the lube along his shaft, he began stroking himself all the way up
and down, pulling his foreskin all the way back.

With his eyes closed and his body occasionally twitching and hunching, he
reached over to my penis and gave me a few strokes, then took my hand and
put it on the head of his erection and rubbed it just a little.

"Ahhnn-uhnn."  Dad's cum started jumping out on my palm and down his
erection.  His eyes were shut and his faced was tense like he was in pain.
Closely watching him, I could see him finally begin to relax and smile.
After a big sigh, he opened his eyes, grinning a little.

Looking at my hand, he dipped his finger in his semen and tasted it, then
offered me a taste.  The smell was strong; so was the taste. Then he pulled
me against him tightly, squishing all his cum and our penises and chests
together.  He kissed me all over my face while his hands went to my chest
to my nipples.

He kept rubbing my skin and kissing my hair for a long time, and I didn't
mind - it felt good when he held me and kissed me.  Usually he just patted
my shoulder.  Finally, he held my face and kissed my lips lightly.  "Better
clean up, this stuff turns to glue when it dries."

He was smiling and patting my butt as we went to the bathroom.  He just
used a washcloth to clean up.  "Wanna watch the tele in my bedroom
tonight?"  Dad asked, and my heart jumped.  I hated being alone in the
guest room.

"Are you going to give me another talk?"  I asked, wondering if there was
anything else.

"We do better without words."  He winked at me.

...

We watched the crazy wrestlers stomping around the ring and acting goofy,
yelling and cussing.  Mom never let me watch.  But I got bored and looked
for something else, that's when I found Dad's porn.  He didn't stop me, but
watched me as I was transfixed with the men and what they were doing.  "Dad
- doesn't that hurt when he puts that much in his butt?"

"Makes some men feel really good, they like it.  Takes some time to get
used to it before it happens, but always makes me cum harder."

"Am I going to like it?"

"I don't know - but you're too young..."  Dad said and turned off the
lights, opening the curtains just enough for a little light from the
street.

"Will you sit on my lap again?  I like that."  He leaned against the
headboard and welcomed me with his arms.  "We can see if you like some a
tiny bit of that while you get off for me.  The medicine will make it
easy."

Wanting more affection, I sat on his lap and he pulled me against him,
stroking my skin and whispering how good this would feel.  He pulled the
little tube out of the leather case and handed it to me.  "Open in and hold
the lid."

Taking the tube, he watched my face as he touched my ass, then placed the
thin tip of the tube at my ass.  "Relax, I won't hurt you."

The rigid, pointed tip entered me and I felt the cold gel; Dad continued
squeezing as he pulled it out.  He handed the tube back to me, "Get the
lube out and put some in my hand, and some in your hand."

Dad's chest occasionally jerked, but he pulled me against him as he nestled
his hand between my legs and began rubbing along my cleft.

"Lift your knees near your chest -- sit on your feet."  Dad whispered, and
when I did his finger went inside me.  "Does that hurt?"

"No."  It felt funny.  His finger was exploring around inside me.

"Look at me."

Dad watched my face as he explored, and for some reason I started feeling a
buzz deep inside me, somewhere around where Dad was rubbing.  My mouth fell
open and my hand went around my thigh and grabbed my erection, the lube
made it feel slippery and easy.

"Cum for me sweetheart."  Dad whispered and continued watching my face; I
think I looked kind of desperate for something.  This felt better than
anything I'd ever felt in my life.

He continued rubbing inside me; his eyes on my face.  My breathing got
faster.  "Daddy!"  I couldn't hold back, but gripped my shaft hard and
stroked fast.  But it only felt good for a few seconds.  Then my body fell
into a limp heap in my father's arms.

He was smiling and pressed his lips to mine as he pulled his finger out of
me and caressed my scrotum.  "I think you like it."

Laying me carefully beside him, we fell asleep.


Fin

Tender Class