Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 21:22:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: On Becoming A Man - 2

	I wasn't sure what to expect the next day but Alan sure seemed more
assured and masculine.  But I was feeling strange.  After all, my son had
taken my virginity and done it authoritatively.  He showed me how talented
a cock sucker he was and how well he could eat ass.  And he showed me how
much I enjoyed it.
	Suddenly I had to reevaluate who I was and what I thought.  What
had happened?
	Alan came down to breakfast in his pajamas, a cocky smile and a
discernable lump in his crotch.  I nodded to him, still unsure of what to
expect.  I had returned to my bedroom that night and slept an erotic night
with dreams of my son.
	"How're you feeling this morning, Dad?"
	"I'm fine, son.  Just letting things sink in."
	His grin grew even wider and his cock twitched a bit.  "Well, we
need to figure out what we're going to do about this, don't we.  I mean,
you obviously weren't expecting this."
	I chuckled at that.  "No, I certainly wasn't thinking about, you
know, that kind of thing with you."  I felt a flush growing along my face.
	"Dad, you need to know that I've been gay for two years now and
have had quite a bit of sex.  Most of it has been with older men I've met
on the internet but I've always had a thing about you.  Why do you think I
always loved seeing you at my soccer games?"  His grin grew wider as he
stepped forward and rested his hand on my shoulder.
	I shuddered at the touch but looked up into his eyes.
	"Alan, I don't know what I'm feeling right now but I have to tell
you that you certainly are a stronger man today and I'm impressed."
	His voice turned slightly husky as he gazed into my eyes.  "Dad, I
love you and have always loved you.  You've given me the strength I need to
be myself.  And maybe I can give you some of that strength so you can be
yourself too."
	He bent slowly, our lips seeming to spark on contact as he kissed
me, his tongue darting into my mouth, our juices twisting and combining.
My cock throbbed instantly to full power, bent painfully in my shorts and I
moaned.
	Alan kneeled down so we were at the same level and ran his hands
over my t-shirt, making my nipples pop out.  I was in a state of wonder as
my son kissed me.  I cupped his face with my hand, his soft cheek covered
with a slight blonde down of fur.  I opened my eyes into his green emeralds
and saw the love reflected in them.
	He leaned back and stared at me.  "Well, Dad.  You've had a chance
to feel what it's like to be on the receiving end.  I think it's time for
you to try being a bit more active this time."  With that he stood and
dropped his pajamas down to his ankles.
	Nine inches of hot, throbbing meat drooled at me from between his
hairy thighs and I reached out to touch the cock of my son.  It twitched in
my hand as he placed his hands on my head.
	"Yeah, Dad.  That's it.  Get to know my prick, look at it, touch
it, caress it!"
	I followed his instructions and felt along his massive member,
feeling the throbbing vein along the underside, the heat radiating from the
base where a golden bush of hair covered his belly and flowed down over his
low hanging balls.  I ran my hands down the member and into the bush,
feeling the downy hair against my fingertips.  I continued down to his
ballsac, cupping the two lemon sized sperm-makers and rolling them in my
palm.
	Alan moaned as I fondled him, his cock drooling precum down my arm.
"Oh, Daddy, you make me feel so good with your hand!"  I kept up the
movements, mesmerized by my son's sperm machine.
	"All right, Dad, it's time for you to start trying something new.
Lick my cock, taste me, swallow my hot throbbing meat."
	I lowered my face into his crotch, inhaling the musky scent of my
son.  His cock lay against my face, its heat burning into my consciousness.
I turned and kissed his meat, licking the velvety hardness as my son
gasped.  I swirled my tongue along his nine inches and reached the mushroom
tip, a golden drop of pre cum sweetly dropping onto my tongue.
	The sweet salty taste aroused me and I moved around to lick the
slit for more of his nectar.  His reaction was to begin producing more of
that sweet fluid and he began moaning in earnest, his legs shaking
slightly.  I slowly slid my mouth down his cock, feeling his manhood
filling my mouth, his cockhead tickling my throat.
	"Oh, Daddy.  Take it slow and gentle.  You can handle it, I know
you can.  Slow and easy so you don't gag on your boy.  Suck it Daddy, suck
your baby's dick."
	His words made my cock throb even harder and I felt my shorts
soaking with precum as I dripped my juice.  I began working on his member
in earnest, sliding up and down his meat, my throat working on swallowing
his juice as it flowed freely.
	I wasn't aware of when my lips finally settled into his nutbush but
I realized I had nine inches of my son's cock buried in my throat.  The
feeling was awe inspiring and Alan knew when I reached that point.
	"Fuck, Dad.  You've got me ready to blow, do you want your son's
seed now?"
	I moaned onto his member and he began shuddering.  "Pull back, Dad,
let me blow into your mouth so you can taste your boy's jism!"
	I did as he said and was rewarded by the first of nine shots of
pure fire jism that flowed down my hungry throat.  I could barely swallow
the huge load he shot and I had to hold his thighs as he shook from the
orgasm.
	I licked my lips and gazed up into my son's sweaty face with
amazement.  His eyes remained shut, his face contorted in small spasms as
he came down from his climax.  He opened his eyes and looked down at me
with a lopsided grin.
	"Damn, Dad.  You'd think you've been doing this for a while.  That
was incredible!  Most guys can't take all of it and here you are, deep
throating like a pro!"
	I basked in my son's praise as he caressed my face.  "And there is
so much more to teach you, Dad.  I can't wait for the next lesson!"


Let me know what you think.

Rob