Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2011 12:17:56 -0800
From: Joshua Seeker <jswalker24@gmail.com>
Subject: The Talk

email me at JSWalker24@gmail.com

I
	I never considered myself the type to get married. Especially not
at thirty four.  Especially not to a woman who had a twelve year old
boy. It happened though. Three weeks ago I got hitched and now I'm living
apparently the good life.  Samantha is everything I could have ever
wanted. Who cares that she came with a kid? I mean he's a nice kid, but I'm
not a father. Certainly not his father - I mean what kid wants a new guy to
be his dad?  I just leave him alone.  He doesn't need me.
	"Eric!" my wife called from upstairs.  I seriously considered
pretending not to hear, I was comfortable on the couch thank you very much
and was about to doze off.
	"Eric!" she called again from the landing.  It overlooks the living
room so I couldn't play off that I didn't hear.  I feigned sleep instead.
	"Eric, that is not how you snore," my wife said seeing through my
clever ruse.
	"I don't snore?" I asked opening my eyes.
	"I didn't say that..." isn't she cute? "I need you upstairs
please."
	I groaned and sat up off the couch and plodded upstairs.  The wife
was in our bedroom with her 'we need to talk' face holding a small paper
square.  The face was different than the 'you're in trouble' face. It was
the 'favor to ask' face.
	"Yes?" I said siding up to her.
	"I found this in Mathew's room," she said handing me the paper. It
was a photograph of a well endowed lady, naked from the waist up and
looking very presentable.
	"Oh my," I said.  "They come in those sizes?" I'd like to come ON
those sizes...
	"This is serious, I think it's time Mathew had the talk."
	"Investment opportunities?"
	She gave me a look that could melt glass.
	"I know," I said, "ok, but why me? I've only known him for a little
while why can't you talk to him?"
	"Because you're a guy and he's a boy and you know how to answer
these kinds of questions better than I would be able to."
	"But it's going to be so awkward..."
	"Mathew likes you, you're an easy going guy.  You've got a good
thing about you." (that's what she said)
	"Alright fine.  I'll talk to him when he gets home."
	"Thank you dear," she kissed me and took the photo back.
	"Wait, I'll give that back to him," I said reaching back for it.
	"He can't have this," Sam said holding the picture tightly.
	"Yeah, he kinda needs it," I said holding out my hand.  I was ready
to counter any of the arguments, 'my little baby,' 'it's filth,' 'he
doesn't understand,' but she nodded and handed me back the photo.  I was
very proud of her for taking it so well. I mean it was her little boy
here. Apparently he discovered his love of ta-tas at the age of twelve and
lucky for him his mom seemed pretty easy about it.
	I on the other hand now had to give the friggen Talk to a boy I
hardly knew.  Though to be fair I knew him pretty well as a kid, just not
as a person, if that makes any sense and I didn't care to really. Like I
said, what kid wants a new guy to be his dad?
	"I'm going out and I'll be back later tonight," my wife said
putting her shoes on.  The girls always played bridge on Fridays and the
little tyke had his baseball games with his friends on Fridays as well so I
usually got the house to myself, which was awesome.
	"Thank you so much," she said with a kiss, "It really means a lot
to me." She put her hand on my chest and rubbed softly.  "I love you so
much."
	"I love you too," I said and kissed her back.

II
	SCORE! An hour to myself! No wife, no boy, just me.  I slept on the
couch like it was nobody's business.  So amazing to be able to just relax.
Me and the couch cushions.  This is the life.
	The banging on the screen door and the loud whoop reminded me of my
upcoming task at hand and I creaked my eye open to see my stepson saunter
into the living room and dump his sports bag at the bottom of the stairs.
	"Good game?" I asked from my horizontal position.  Mathew jumped
about a foot in the air.
	"I thought you were asleep," he said recovering.
	"I was until the door slammed," I said without any particular
malice.
	"Oh, sorry," Mathew replied slipping his shoes off his feet.  He
kicked them aside from the base of the stairs and then bent to remove his
socks.  He used the fabric to rub the little fuzz balls from the bottoms of
his feet and flexed his toes open to get between them.  He tucked his socks
into his shoes and then plodded over to where I was before kneeling.
	"Where's mom?" he whispered in my ear.
	"At bridge," I replied softly.
	"What's for dinner?" he whispered.  His breath on my skin made me
shiver.
	"I dunno, tacos?"
	"Cool," he said and got up and ran up the stairs, his bare feet
making slapping sounds on the hardwood.  I figured this would be as good a
time as any to talk to him. Besides, I wanted to give him back his picture
before he ended up 'missing it."
	I pushed off the couch and went upstairs to his closed door.  I
knocked and heard 'come in' so I opened it up.  Mathew was standing at his
dresser adjusting his knick-knacks.
	"Got a minute?" I asked. I knew this would take more than that but
hey, it's a standard line.
	"Yeah," Mathew replied and walked over to his bed and sat down.  I
pulled his desk chair over and sat in front of him.  He looked a little
nervous.
	"It's ok you're not in trouble," I said and he relaxed a bit.
Though when I took out the picture from my pocket he tensed up like a
spring.
	"Where'd you get that?" he asked quickly.
	"Oh, it's ok," I said, "you're mom found it."  Oops. That was
evidently the wrong thing to say.  Mathew's eyes went VERY wide and he made
a choking sound.  I think he stopped breathing.
	"Hey hey hey, it's alright," I said, "she's not mad, she's fine."
His breathing came in rapid gasps and I'm sure his heart was pounding.
	"Really, Mathew, it's alright," I said as I sat down in front of
him.  "She uh, she wants me to give you The Talk."
	I chuckled and handed him the photo back.  He took it and tucked it
under the pillow on his bed.
	"She uh, she saw it and asked me to talk to you about, you know,
it."
	"Sex?" he said and swallowed.
	"Uh yeah, sex and stuff, your body and things like that," Well,
this was going smashingly.
	"Oh, okay," he said and shifted himself.  He unclenched his hands
and relaxed a bit.
	"Well um, when a man a woman..." I began.
	"Love each other very much they have sex." He finished and rolled
his eyes.  Apparently this child was not in ignorance of the subject
matter. Bit of a smartass though...
	"Yes, well, that they do," I stammered having the wind taken out of
my sails.  "But sometimes when they're alone they like to do the things
normally done together... by themselves."
	"Way ahead of you," Mathew said with a grin.  Cheeky lad, did I
mention that?
	"Oh really?" I said trying to get back in the driver's seat of this
operation.
	"Yep," he nodded and looked smug.
	"How often?" I said figuring I could shame him into backing down.
	"More than you do it," he said.  I was taken aback by what he said,
but when I looked at him it was apparent he didn't mean it as an insult or
a jest. It was like he really did know I did it and had revealed to me on
purpose he knew.  And of course I still did it I mean come on, even though
I was married no one knows how to make that part of a man feel good better
than the man himself.
	"You..." I tried but nothing came out after. I had lost my train of
thought completely.
	"It feels good," Mathew said with a shrug.  "Don't you like it?"
	"Well yeah I..." that's why I did it, but I wasn't about to say
that to the boy.
	"That's why I do it," he said, "I like it."
	I sat there with my mouth open.  This was nothing like I expected
it to be.
	"Can I ask a question?" Mathew ventured forth. I was still sitting
dumb in front of him.  I mean this kid was the most cocksure I've ever
seen.  Is that the term for it? Maybe he was just ballsy.  I shook my head
a bit and stammered "sure, yeah."
	"When did you get hair?"
	Now it was my turn to make a choking sound.
	"I was older than you, 13 I think."
	"I don't have any hair," he said like he was ashamed.
	"That's ok, it's not all that great," I said. I guess that made him
feel better cause he looked up at me.
	"Really?"
	"Yeah," I said truthfully, "It's annoying.  It gets caught places
and I hate wearing button down shirts cause it pokes out.
	"Where?" He asked.
	"On my chest," I said. "It's annoying having it cause it pokes
through shirts and gets tugged."  Mathew shifted and started to take his
shirt off.  He pulled it over his head and laid it on the bed.
	"Nothing see?"
	I stared at his little chest and sure enough not a hair in sight.
As he breathed I saw his stomach move in and out; his belly button was an
outtie.  I didn't know he was an outtie.
	"Yep, nothing," I said.  His little brown nipples were sort of
large for a boy but they suited him I thought. Which was a weird thought to
have but hey, they did.
	"How much do you have?" he asked me.  I broke out of my gaze and
met his eyes.
	"What?"
	"Hair on your chest," he repeated. "How much do you have?"
	I blinked at him for a bit and told him a little bit.
	"Can I see?"
	Half of me actually expected to hear that, and surprisingly, the
other half didn't care.  I wasn't ashamed of how I looked. I wasn't in
super great shape but I was tanned and fit enough.  I took my shirt off and
showed him that I did have some hair on my chest.
	He leaned in with a breathy 'whoooooa' and I smiled that he was so
impressed.  He reached out and put his hand on my chest, rubbing softly.  I
didn't mind at all, in fact it felt good.
	"It's not that soft," he said.
	"Thanks," I replied sarcastically. Cheeky lad.
	"Sorry," he said and smiled up at me.  His hand drifted lower and
brushed over my stomach and I wiggled a bit from the ticklish touch his
fingers gave me.
	"You're an innie," he said and dipped his finger into my belly
button.  No one had ever touched me there before.  My stomach quivered at
his prodding and I inhaled sharply.  I felt myself responding to this boy's
touch.
	"Everyone else I know is an innie," he said taking his hand back.
He looked up at me.
	"I know one outtie," I said and poked his belly button in kind.  It
was interesting feeling the squish of the little skin that poked out from
his body and he giggled at my touch.
	"I'm unique," he said and his voice hinted at more than just his
stomach.
	"Can you um, shoot?" I asked.  I was trying to get back on track of
the Talk and this seemed like the next best thing to ask.
	"No. oh, but..." he began but stopped.  He pressed his hands to his
lap and pushed down on his legs.  I figured he was getting, well you know.
	"But what?" I said. My hands followed suit and I covered what was
slowly for me becoming a bit of a, well you know, also.
	"Ummm... you know like precum?" he asked.
	"Oh you shoot that?" I asked.
	"Well, kinda but um... how much do you make?" he said.
	I was confused.
	"Like at the end?" I tried.  He shook his head and moved his hands
a bit.
	"Before?" I tried again. He nodded.
	"Yeah," he said letting out a breath.
	"Why, how much do you make?"
	"Um, a lot" he said and moved his hands.  There was a little wet
spot on his shorts and a bulge directly under it.  Mathew's toes were
clenching and releasing and his legs were fidgeting.  He looked
uncomfortable.
	"Can I take these off"?" he said.  Again my jaw was down and all I
could do was nod.  Mathew jumped up and popped the button on his shorts.
He lowered the zipper and his shorts fell to the floor instantly.
Underneath was a pair of white briefs that looked soaked clear through the
front pouch.  He was tenting out the pair of undies and he took the
waistband in his hands and slid them down.  As they fell to the floor his
penis poked out and from the end came a small drip that fell as his little
boyhood bounced.  Another drip came oozing out and I noticed the most
unique part of my stepson.
	He was intact.
	From down inside his foreskin Mathew was oozing precum and it
flowed out of the little puckered tip in small drips.  I could hear them
land on the carpet before he sat back down on the bed, the next drip coming
out and running down his shaft to coat his little balls.
	"You've never seen an uncut dick, have you?" Mathew asked, gaining
his knowledge from my obvious expression.  All my friends were cut growing
up, we all were.  This was indeed my first foreskin ever.  I shook my head
a bit, answering his question.
	"Never seen a foreskin?" he asked. Another drop slid down his
shaft, coating it in a small shine.
	"I don't even know what they do." I said, unaware I was staring at
him.
	"They cover the tip and protect it," Mathew reached for himself and
pinched just under where I presumed the head of his penis to be.  He pulled
his foreskin down and let a small gush of precum free.  The little head
underneath was wet and smooth and shiny. My own stiff member was capped
with a similar shape, but was dry and had little wrinkles in it.
	"See?" he said. "It covers it up and makes sure it stays soft and
nice. And it's really sensitive and tingles a lot." He showed me how his
foreskin worked and smeared his slippery precum all over until his pecker
was glossy.
	"Sorry, I make a mess," Mathew said and returned his foreskin's
pucker before rubbing his fingers dry on his hairless pubes.
	"It's ok," I said and pressed down hard on my lap. The increased
pressure felt amazing on my now thickened member.
	"About all my friends are uncut like me," Mathew said and pulled on
the little tip of his fleshy hood.  "Only one boy I know is cut and that's
cause he's Jewish."  He looked up at me and I caught his eye.
	"Are you circumcised?" he asked.  I nodded my head.
	"Can I see?" he asked and let the tip of his foreskin go.  It
snapped back and another pearl of juice flowed out.
	I had done stuff with my friends when I was little. Kid stuff, just
like Mathew.  Jerking off with friends, looking at porn.  I felt the same
floods of emotion I did then when showing myself to them. Excitement mixed
with joy.  It was like I was back in my friend's bedroom and was going to
share my toy with him.  I popped the button on my pants and slid them and
my underwear down to about my knees.  My own hard cock jutted out from me,
the head red and wrinkled and flushed.
	"You can see the scar," Mathew said and I looked down at myself.
Sure enough there it was, a brown ring around my shaft.
	"You like being uncut?" I asked, my voice almost cracked for the
first time in twenty years.  Mathew nodded vigorously and put his hand to
his penis again, wetting it in his copious precum.  For the first time I
wondered what it would be like having my foreskin still.
	"Do you jack off?" Mathew asked.
	"Yeah," I said and looked at his sticky penis.
	"Do you want to with me?" he asked and pulled back his foreskin
again.
	"Yeah..." I said.
	"If you want, you can use my precum. You need it slippery to jack
off cause you're cut."
	The words made total sense and I nodded still looking at the
slippery skin of Mathew's soft rigid boyhood.  He pushed out his hips and
told me "Go for it."
	I reached out and with a shaking hand held Mathew's penis.  He
moaned and I felt the slippery precum transfer to my hand.  He reached down
and took me away from his sensitive head before holding my hand under his
little faucet and dripping his fluid into my palm.
	"There you go," he said and I returned my hand.  Mathew leaned back
a bit and took himself to the ready.  I brought my hand over and gripped
myself, feeling the slick precum coat my throbbing dick.  It was better
than any lube I've ever used, ever.
	Mathew began to jack off and I followed suit.  His penis slurped
with each down stroke and I could see the head of his penis poke through
every time he bottomed out.  I slowly stroked my own but couldn't take my
eyes away from the little boy expertly enjoying his body right in front of
me.
	I felt twelve years old and knew this was the most fun I had ever
had with another boy.  My stomach felt fluttery and each time I stroked
myself I could feel the tingles building up.  It reminded me of the first
time I had masturbated. In fact I had been with another boy then too.  It
felt so good on my dick and watching my stepson slide his foreskin back and
forth was so amazing.
	Mathew continued to masturbate and began to moan then flopped back
on his bed and stuck his legs out straight.  I used his precum to
masturbate myself and I stroked faster, gazing at his stiff legs as he
started to go rigid.  I felt myself coming close, I was going to cum. I was
going to cum for what felt like the first time ever, coated in a sweet
boy's precum.  Mathew writhed on the bed, flexing his body.
	"It feels so good," he said in a breathy huff.  "Do you like it?"
he asked looking up at me arcoss his chest.
	"Yeah..." I said. "I'm gonna cum soon."
	"Oh, me too." He said and started to rub his tummy with his hand.
He ran his hand down his thigh and back up to his stomach in a circle, his
other hand furiously pumping his little boy dick.  I saw his balls tighten
up into him and knew it was here.
	"Hng! I'm cumming!"
	Mathew arched his back and cried out, his toes pointed and he came
just as I started to shoot my cum all over myself.  It was the most intense
orgasm I had ever had and I dumped what felt like a quart of semen all over
myself.
	Mathew's legs relaxed and they flopped down, his toes scraping the
carpet where he had dripped his juice earlier.  His little chest and tummy
rose and fell, his outtie bellybutton the peak of his soft skin.  The
foreskin on his penis rolled back to protect it once more and one last drop
of nectar fell from the tip.  He moved his head up and looked at me and
laughed.
	"That was awesome," he said. "Good talk."

III
	We cleaned up and got dressed again.  Sure enough we went
downstairs and had tacos, our discussion returning to normal things like
sports and TV.  I felt closer to Mathew now than I ever had before.  We ate
and joked and were finishing up when my wife came home.
	"What have you been up to?" she asked.
	"Dad and I had a talk," Mathew said, his mouth full of desert. Dad?
He'd never called me that.  I looked at him and my wife stood perfectly
still.
	"What? Why wouldn't I want the new guy to be my dad?"
	I leaned over to my son and kissed him on the forehead.