Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 19:03:22 EDT
From: ActFrPaGr@aol.com
Subject: My Sweet Sweet Charlie, Part 2

   As I told you in the first part of my story, my 13 year old son
Charlie and I began exchanging blow jobs about a year ago.  I had
discovered that he had wanted to have sex with me, and, being bi, wanted
sex with him, too.  I love the taste of his sweet 13 year old cum, and
for some reason, he likes the taste of his old man's cum, too.

   Well, this is what happened next.

   It was about 9:30 PM and my wife and I were watching a TV program.
Usually when it is the kids' bedtime my wife makes sure they are all
tucked in.  She had gone upstairs and got my eight year old daughter into
bed at about 8:00.  When she came downstairs she told me she wasn't
feeling good at all.  I was her "time of month" and she was having a
particularly bad period.  So, I volunteered to see that Charlie got to
bed.

   I went up to his bedroom and knocked on the door.  "Who is it?"  he
asked.

   "It's Dad.  It's a school night and you need to be getting to bed.
Can I come in?"

   "Yes, of course, come in Dad."  he answered.

   As I opened his bedroom door I saw that he had been laying on his bed
reading a comic book.  When I came in and closed the door, he pulled his
pj bottoms down.  Smart kid...he knew the real reason I came up to his
room!

   I sat on the edge of his bed and took his hard cock into my hand.  I
couldn't believe how lucky a dad I was...getting to have sex with my
young son.  I leaned forward and took his four inches between my lips.
"Mmmm..." he moaned, pushing his hips up which forced his entire cock
into my mouth.  I played with his little hairless balls as I sucked on
his cock.  It didn't take long before I felt his body stiffen and
suddenly his sweet cum was shooting into my mouth.  I have tasted a lot
of cum in my life, but there is nothing as sweet as a young boy's cum.
Sweet, Sweet Charlie.

   After he had come down from his orgasmic high, I laid back on his
bed.  He sat up and began to untie my robe.  He opened my robe and put
his hand around my hard cock.

   Soon he had his lips wrapped around my six inch cock, sucking for all
he was worth.  It had been about a week since we sucked each other off,
so I was shooting my daddy cum into his mouth very shortly.  He sucked my
cock until I started to soften.  Then he pulled his mouth off and
swallowed my cum.  Sliding up, he kissed me on the lips, pushing his
tongue into my mouth.  I could taste my cum in his mouth as we sucked on
each other's tongues.

   About five minutes of kissing and we just laid together hugging.  I
then remembered another reason I came up to his room.  I had a question
to ask.

   "Hey, Charlie.  In two weeks you are going to be turning fourteen.  Is
there anything special you would like to have for your birthday present?"

   "Well," he said.  "There is one thing that I have wanted for awhile."

   "What's that?  As good as you have been, you can probably talk me into
buying anything for you."

   "It isn't something you can buy, Dad."  he said.  "It's...well...it's
something that I...that I..."

   Charlie stopped talking and I could tell that whatever he was going to
ask me to get him for his birthday was really difficult to say.

   "Go on, Charlie.  Just tell me what you want."  I said.

   "I want to be like you."  he answered.

   "Like me?  What do you mean?  Older, bigger?"

   "Bi."

   "Bi?"

   "Dad, you told me a year ago that you were bi.  Well, I didn't really
understand what that meant for awhile, but now I do.  You like sex with
both guys and with Mom."

   "Yes, that's what it means.  But I have never stopped you from finding
a girl to have sex with, have I?"  I asked.

   "But, that's just it."  he said.  "I want to be like you, Dad.  I
don't want to have sex with just some girl.  I want to be like you and
have sex with Mom!"

   "You mean you want your mom to suck..." Charlie interrupted me before
I could finish my sentence.

   "No, Dad."  He said.  "I like the way you suck my peter.  I know that
there's a fancy word for it, but the only word I know is...fuck.  I want
to fuck Mom."

   Well, readers, you might know that I was speechless at this point.
The idea didn't offend me.  In fact, I thought it sounded really sexy.
Imagine, my son wanted to fuck his mother on his 14th birthday.  I
started to get hard as I pictured it in my mind...then I thought, "How in
the hell am I going to get my wife to agree to something like that???"  I
knew that she enjoyed sex with me.  It was really great sex.  And I knew
that she wasn't a virgin when I met her.  But, how do I bring this up to
her?  How would you do it???

   "Son," I said.  "Let me think about that.  I really don't know how
your mother would feel about that."

   I stood up and tightened my robe around me and said, "But, I'll try."
Leaving his room I turned out his light.  "Good night, son, I love you."
I said.

   "I love you, too, Daddy." he responded.  "And thank you for my
birthday present."

   I walked down the stairs in a daze.  How in the hell was I going to
approach my wife with this?  Her own son wants to fuck her as his
birthday present.

   Entering the living room I sat on the couch next to my wife, Gloria.

   "What took you so long?" she asked.

   "Charlie was telling me what he wanted for his birthday."  I answered.

   "Oh, good, because I have no idea what to get him."  Gloria, said.
"What did he tell you he wanted?"

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I need to leave you here, readers.  Please watch for part 3.