Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2020 16:48:58 +0000
From: bluwhaleml <bluwhaleml@protonmail.com>
Subject: Blame it on Karma-Chapter 2

This work is a complete fiction born from my horribly bent mind.  This
chapter begins the incestual explorations between Richard 'Dick' and Kurt.
While the story is fiction the names are from family members I played with
in my youth.

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but always seen to miss something.

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Blame it on Karma
Chapter 2

The house seemed excessively quiet once Michale and Karma left.  Even with
them gone it seemed that my heart rate would not slow down.  All I could
think about was the last hours.  I didn't know how it was possible but I
felt deliciously satisfied and yet horny too.  As soon as Michale
disappeared I found myself wanting his company.  Weird! Right?  Guess I was
obsessed and I decided I like feeling that way.

It took a few more minutes before I realized the house was too quiet.  It
was a kid getting into trouble kind of quiet.  That thought purged the
obsession from my mind.  I had just remembered that there was a possibility
that Kurt might have seen what Michale and I were doing.  That thought
terrified me.

Matching the overt silence of the house I stealthy began to check for Kurt.
Kitchen, TV room, Laundry and bathrooms he wasn't anywhere to be found
downstairs.  Could he have wandered outside?  Michale had left via the
garage so Kurt hadn't gone that way.  Backyard?  No, the sliding door was
still locked well then maybe the front door.  With a panicked jolt I had
queer (not that kind of queer) thought.  Could Kurt have gone outside to
confront Michale over what he had seen?

The urgency of finding Kurt jumped up notches.  Taking the stairs two at a
time while maintaining my muted approach I checked out Kurt's
room... Nothing!  I made it through the other smaller bedrooms and the bath
and still no Kurt.  The last place to check was the master suite.  He
always had free reign of the house but finding him there would be unusual.

I did a general look around and still couldn't find him.  There was still
the master bath.  A funny shuffling told me before I quietly cracked the
door over a fraction of an inch.  Indeed Kurt was in our, Marge's and I
that is, bathroom.  That was a touch unusual but not totally unexpected
either.  Keeping as quiet as possible I peeked through the cracked door.

Holy shit, in a blinding instant the question about Luke's sexual activity
was answered.  My boy was standing in our bathroom naked!  He was swaying
to whatever he was listening to with ear buds in his ears and texting at
the same time.  If I had known those things were in his ears then a
stealthy approach wouldn't have been necessary.

Every bit of Kurt's body was completely visible to my eye because two of
the walls were covered, floor to ceiling, with mirrors.  The room was large
anyway with an oversized sunken tub set off center and a huge shower in the
corner but the mirrors made the room seem expansive.  And of course
provided for some very interesting times.  I'd fucked Marge a number of
times in that room while watching our own reflections.  Once we even
invited another man to take a bath with us...  her brother.

Just thinking of our time and the things we've done in that room added to
my already rising tool.  Leaving my reverie I ran my eyes over my boy.

Kurt moved to the music in his ears and he was sporting a hardon.  In one
afternoon I had seen two young cocks.  Ignoring the fact that one of them
belonged to my son I reran my eyes over Kurt's body.  Sure I had seen it
before but never in this context.  I tried and failed to control my
arousal.  For crap's sake this was my son.  How was this happening?  Years
ago I promised myself that I'd never make my dad's mistakes.  And yet here
I was on the razor's edge ready to break that promise.

Don't misunderstand...  I loved the times I spent with my dad touching and
playing but I also harbored a great deal of guilt about it.  Somehow it
seemed that what dad, my brother and I did and what happened afterward was
solely my fault. It led to the messy divorce between my dad and mom.  Back
then; when I made that promise, I did it because I never wanted a kid of
mine to go through having their family being ripped apart.  It took years
to deal with the guilt I put upon myself for their divorce before I
accepted that I wasn't responsible for their ending.

And now in spite of everything I was on the edge of losing the same battle
my dad did.  All of my misgivings faded away when Kurt... In mid-dance
aimed his phone into the mirror and took a picture of himself.  The mental
image of what that photo must have looked like burned into my mind.  Kurt
was naked erect with a long cord swaying between the phone in one hand and
his ears.  His other hand was under his nuts pushing them upward for the
shot.  His cock was bigger than Michale's and in spite of how it marked his
level of maturity he sported zero pubic hair.  An instant after snapping
the photo he began a new text message.

Did he just send someone a naked picture of himself?  And if so who was it?
I was torn between arousal and protection.  There were too many ways for a
twelve year old to make dangerous mistakes and pictures seem to last
forever.  I knew I'd have to confront him about the risks inherent in his
actions.  If was the photo to a friend of his then it was a small
problem...  However, if it was going to an adult then we had a huge
problem.  Like it or not Kurt and I had a confrontation in our future.

First Michale and now this it's insane how a lifetime can change in
seconds, minutes or hours.

It took less than a minute for Kurt's phone to light up with an incoming
message.  I could only see part of his screen from my vantage point.
However from the flesh colors covering the display it had to mean someone
had returned Kurt's naked picture with one of their own.  I couldn't even
make a guess as to the gender of the sender on the incoming picture.
Standing there I was desperate to see the pic so I could at least gauge
their age.

I would have to see that photo and where he sent it.  Skulking there I
figured I had two choices: I could barge in on Kurt now demanding to know
who he was chatting with or I could wait and confront him under calmer
settings.  I chose the latter and quietly backed away from the door.  I had
barely taken a step when my phone buzzed too.  It sounded like a claxon in
the silence, too loud, too loud...  I threw a glance towards the doorway
wondering if I'd been given away.  From what I could see he was oblivious
to any sound beyond his earbuds.

I decide to wait for Kurt on the bed and stretched out to read the message.
It was from Michale and as soon as I opened it I almost choked.  That bad
boy had sent me a naked photo of himself holding Karma's paw up and waving,
the text simply said...

"...Miss you already.  Maybe we could talk about the video tomorrow...?"

How had I missed the clues that this world had gone crazy?  Do all kids
send naked pictures back and forth so willy-nilly?  Damn...

Before I could answer his question the phone buzzed again.  This time text
only

"...Did you talk to Kurt?  Did he catch us?  If he did what are you going
to do...?

Trying not to smile too broadly I shook my head.  It didn't seem to matter
if it was text or talking that boy did machine gun questions.  As I thought
about my answer I pulled up the photo and arched my eyes at his nudity.
Reluctantly switching to a text box I typed...

"...I found Kurt only a minute or two ago.  No I haven't talked to him.  So
I don't know if he saw us and as for what I'm going to do about that I
haven't figured that out yet..."

Another buzz, another text.  It looked like Michale was feeling chatty.

"...Ok then, what about tomorrow?  For us I mean..."

"...Yes on tomorrow.  How about you come over around 11.  Kurt's scheduled
to be gone most of the afternoon.  Can I ask you a question?..."

I wasn't as proficient as Michale at texting and before I could even
clarify my meaning the phone beeped again.

"...Of course you can ask...  Will I answer?  Well, that's something
else..."

Damn that boy made me smile.  He managed to make his text flirty and
mischievous at the same time.

"...Oh, looks like someone wants a spanking, 'wink'.  On the serious
side...  Is it common for kids to take and send naked photos?..."

"...A spanking?  You are a kinky old fart.  Why do you ask about the naked
photos?  Has some other kid sent you naked selfies?  Or... did you see
something on Kurt's phone?  Anyway sending naughty photos isn't uncommon.
You know it is safer than sex.  Right?..."

OL' FART???  Michale kept on bringing out grins.  That kid was looking to
be punished and I had the tool for that job.  Well that could wait till 11
tomorrow.

"...As for Kurt and his phone I do have a problem.  Promise to keep what
I'm about to say to yourself?..."

"...Whoa sounds serious.  Of course I'll keep it a secret...  Spill it!..."

"...When I found Kurt he was taking naked pictures of himself and then
texting em away.  That really concerns me.  Do you kids know the dangers in
doing things like that..."

This time there was a long pause between texts.

"...Dick you're talking down again... Stop it.  Yes we know the dangers and
we don't just send those kind of things to anyone.  I, my friends and most
of the kids at school are aware of predators, pervs and the like and we try
to be cautious.  I've only sent those kind of photos to kids near my own
age... oh and one perv too..."

That little shit brought out another smile and managed to reduce my alarm
all in one text.

"...Are you calling me a perv.  I wonder how a perv would punish someone
for calling him a perv..."

"...I'm guessing he'd have to fuck him hard.  Wouldn't he..."

Holy shit!  Those words seemed to freeze on my phone's display.  This kid
was off the hook.  Swallowing hard I thought about sticking my dick in the
boy and how to answer him when another message came through.

"...When you saw Kurt naked and taking pictures was he hard?  Did you get
excited seeing him doing that?  Have you ever done anything with him?.."

"...No!  I've never done anything sexual with or to Kurt.  I hate to admit
it but yes I did feel a bit of arousal seeing him naked.  After all he's
strong, healthy and all boy.  Lastly he was indeed hard.  It seemed what he
was doing excited him..."

Right after I sent that I flashed on something from earlier.  And, before
he could text again I sent him a quick.

"...Have you ever done things like that with one of your family
members?..."

"...Kurt is sexy so I understand that seeing him could turn you on.  Now
that you've seen him being naughty would you play with him if you had the
chance?  And as for family members... All I'll say now is 'maybe'.  Perhaps
tomorrow we'll talk about that..."

His 'maybe' had to mean yes.  What a quandary?  He had said that, before
today, he'd never seen a man with an erection.  Then who could his playful
family member have been?  Where had this boy been?  What had he done?  And
once again I was transported to my youth.  Memories of teasing and
wrestling my younger brother out of his clothes and into my bed flooded
back.

He was 11 and I was 13 the first time I touched him that way.  Once started
we couldn't get enough of each other and the more we played the less
cautious we became.  It shouldn't have been a surprise that we would be
caught.  Dad walked in on us naked and kissing.  That was the day things
changed.  Instead of angry screams and threats of going to hell he sat down
and made us show him all we were doing.  Everything progressed from there.

Another incoming message brought me back.  A second naked photo... this
time no face just a boy's body and erection.  Fuck his doing that was so
hot!  Shaking off my wicked urges I tried to clam down and shift gears.
And so I managed a quick get away response.

"...Wow, now I can't wait for tomorrow to cum.  You are beautiful but I
better run Kurt is coming out..."

I waited for Michale to end the chat and instead I got,

"...Kurt's coming out?  He's telling you that he's gay?  How much more did
he say?  Did he tell you he finds grown men the best kind of sexy and that
he has a kind of crush on you?"...

What the fuck?  My bedroom started spinning uncontrollably.  I shook as I
sent back four little letters.  All in caps.

..."WHAT?"...

As I waited for a response I tried to place all those things into context.
Images of what Kurt being gay meant filled my head; him naked with his
friends, him naked with other men, and bizarrely him naked with me.  All of
those thoughts were at first alarming but too quickly becoming arousal.  I
hadn't taken even an eye blink to jump over the taboo line.  Strangely my
body knew before my mind did.  When I consciously realized I was viciously
aroused by thoughts of sex with Kurt I also found I was already painfully
hard.  Having just decided to pursue that path I was brought back by
another text from Michale.

"...Don't go all parental on my ass.  I was teasing about Kurt.  Sorry if I
went too far.  See ya tomorrow at 11..."

He finished with a heart and kissy emoji so it looked like our texting was
complete.  Setting the phone down I reviewed my too sudden decision and
waited for Kurt to come out of the bathroom.

Trying to gain control my phone went off again.  Looking down it was
another text from Michale.  I had thought we were done.

I really didn't have any more time to spend chatting.  Worst of all I
couldn't deal with him turning me on before my chat with Kurt.  I had to
find a nice way to tell Michale that very same thing when I read the text.
None of what it said made sense.  What was the kid talking about.

"...Looks like it worked.  His mind is in the right place so I'll bet it
won't be long now.  Hahaha well you might find it long and guess what.
It's hard and warm too.  Oh and yummy, lol..."

That text wasn't meant for me!  But who was it aimed at?  What worked?  All
those things spun around and then the phone buzzed one more time.

"...How dangerous do you want to be?  I could send him one of those
pictures..."

Who was Michale texting.  Better yet I wanted to see the photos he
mentioned.  Besides wanting to look at Michale's friend naked I also wanted
to know who the other kid was.  As I puzzled over Michale's misrouted text
another came through.  Sadly not the photo I wanted but...

"...OOPS!  All that wasn't for you.  I was chatting with a friend.  I'll
tell you about it tomorrow..."  A smiley face and... "...If you're a bad
boy tomorrow maybe I'll show you the photo I mentioned.  Got to run parents
coming my way..."

And with that the texting ended.

In the void I was left dealing with some wild thoughts and preparing for a
serious discussion.  I put the phone down and waited.  It took a while when
with a spark of light the bathroom door opened.  Kurt was silhouetted
against the rosy glow of the sun setting in the window behind him.  Dry as
a bone he had wrapped a towel around his waist and held his discarded
underwear in his hand.  Kurt took two steps out of the bathroom and gave a
exaggerated start of surprise when he noticed me waiting for him.

The timing of his reaction wasn't right. I couldn't exactly put my finger
on what made it seem planned but somehow instead of surprise he seemed to
expect my presence.  Considering what we were about to talk about I chalked
that observation up to my nerves.  It was probably my imagination anyway.

"DAD!  What are you doing here?"

"Where else would I be?  It's my bedroom after all."

That was an uncomfortable start to an awkward conversation.

"And that son."  I said while pointing, "is also your mom and my bathroom.
Your welcome to use it any time but you shouldn't be surprised if we happen
to wander in.  By the way what were you doing in there?"

His blush was genuine.  His neck and face went red.  The line of his blush
was amazingly defined.  It was as if you drew a pencil line around his neck
and then colored only above it with a crimson paintbrush.  His stuttered
self-conscious "Nothing" was oh so Kurtish.  Trying not to smile at how
cute he looked I put to boy out of his misery.

"Kurt, I came upstairs looking for you and cracked open the door to the
bathroom."

I let that seep in and then added, "And I saw what you were doing."

Silence filled the space between us.  There wasn't a way Kurt couldn't deny
anything if I had seen it.  It was awkward too since what he was doing was
not only private but sexual...  Something no one wanted to be caught doing.
The repercussions were just now formulating in his thoughts.  The boy's
lips moved, stopped, and moved again without a word coming out.  He was at
a loss of what to say.

"Come on over here and let's talk about it."

I had only half expected it but as he climbed onto the bed the towel spread
open.  My reward was a brief, glorious look at his sex.  It was just a
flash but a sensual one.  The sudden attentive shift of my gaze was obvious
and in a modest moment he whisked that opening closed.  Stretching out next
to me he adjusted the towel around his waist and smoothed it out making
sure his privates were covered.  As he had planned it or as the fates
dictated he lay there with the edges of the towel so perfectly placed that
the slightest movement would split it open showing off a lot leg or maybe a
touch more.  What a sexy image.

What the fuck was I doing?  I wanted to slap myself back into reality.
Shit, I knew what I was thinking but also realized how improper it felt.
This wasn't the time for that.  Maybe there would never be the time for
that but for now I had to purge that thinking so I could shift back to 'the
talk'.

"You were taking pictures of yourself naked and aroused.  Then texting them
to someone...  Correct?"

There was no denying it.  He was 100% busted.  He knew it too.  Then he
looked into my face and sheepishly nodded.  I'm sure a number of choices
entered his mind; like running, trying to deny it in the face of the truth
and others.  However he chose to remain where he was and just admit it.
That choice would be painful but it would also end the grief sooner too.
All in all he did make the best decision of the day, saying.

"Sorry dad."  Tears filled his eyes.

I hated seeing his pain and reached out and pulled him into a hug, kissing
his hair and quietly, gently saying.

"I love you Kurt and will always protect you.  What you did could have some
very negative results.  Part of growing up is looking at how your actions
might affect your future.  Besides the obvious dangers of sexual predators
there are also long-term consequences.  Once those pictures are beyond your
control you never know where they will wind up.  They never go away and
always turn up at the least convenient times...  Like when you're applying
to a college or trying to get a job."

Kurt don't give me that look... "This is important"

I had drifted deep into lecture land and Kurt was beginning to lock me out.
So I reengaged him with a question.

"Kurt, who were you texting those photo to?"

I'd learned long ago that silence added its own pressure and so I remained
silent and waited.  The burden of answering would loosen his lips.

It took a bit and before he did respond I watched his expressions.  His
brows pursed, he gave a minute shake of his head and then surprisingly he
glance up with a sly wisp of a smile.  There was an undercurrent in his
demeanor that I wasn't catching on to.  I dipped my head and squinted at
Kurt trying to sharpen my wit and decide what was up with the boy.

"Up with the boy", I had to stifle a snort at the punny thought.
Involuntarily I also glanced to his crotch to see if he was 'up'.  I
shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help myself.  Kurt did see my eyes
shift and the little shit purposely shifted causing the towel to split open
albeit just a hint.  His leg from toe to hip was visible as was most of one
cheek.  For the most part the towel remained in place by a loose overlap at
the top of his hipbone.

I marveled at his exposed tan lines.  He was a rich deep golden right up to
within an inch or two of where his balls would be.  Then his skin shifted
to a milky pink and stayed that way to about where the towel wrapped around
his waist and of course golden above.  My boy was a looker for sure.  All
the years of his sports and play had toned and formed his body well.  He
had the beginnings of a striker's lean, sinewy body.  Crap here I was
trying to safeguard his well-being and was lusting after him in a very
non-parental way.

I cleared my thoughts as best I could but could not stop my cock from
responding.  I was rigid.  With my ardor racing and the need to deal with
him on a mental level I was going to have a difficult time.  I did so hope
Kurt hadn't figured out my dilemma.  Finally he spoke shattering my
daydreaming.

"Dad I can't tell you who I was texting...  I promised them I wouldn't."

"What do you mean you won't tell me."

His statement was a shocker!  This was the only time I could ever remember
where he was outright, defiantly refusing a parental demand.  Kurt was
trying to redefine our rules of father and son.  It was bound to happen but
with him only twelve I could not afford to lose this battle now.  Over the
next minutes things became heated as our wills butted heads.

Kurt really held a lot of power in this situation.  If he refused to tell
me who he was texting then there was little I could do beyond enacting some
feeble punishments.  So after going around and around we found a compromise
that neither of us liked.  While he steadfastly refused to rat out who he
was texting he assured me it was someone near is age and not an adult.
Additionally he convinced me that he had never sent anything
sexual... neither text or photo to an adult.  I did however ground him for
two weeks because of his defiance.  That was something I think we both knew
I would relent on in a day or two.  There was one other outcome.  Probably
for the better, our disagreement doused the fire that had been building
inside of me.  Kurt stomped off to his room and I fumed in mine which kept
us from doing something stupid.

I tossed and turned all that night.  Between reliving the afternoon with
Michale, seeing Kurt do those nasty things, remembering the times with my
dad and brother, lusting after Kurt and then dealing with the argument it
was all too much.  Whether it was in my dreams or lying there awake the
day's memories percolated through my thinking all night.

Early that morning I found myself awake having been stirred from sleep by a
particularly vivid dream.  I had left me quite hard and alone in my bedroom
I indulged the prurient lusts I tried to stifle yesterday.  Idly I fondled
my cock as I tried to hold onto wisps of that vision as it faded like a
dawn mist.  I could remember that I had Kurt bent over the overstuffed arm
of a chair and was punishing him for disobeying.  I was punishing him with
my cock, which was deep in his ass.  I kept plunging in and out making him
pay for his insolence.  Slamming hard against his butt cheeks on every
downward thrust.  However Kurt wasn't taking it as punishment.  He was
moaning like a whore loving every bit of my fucking him.

The whole thing had me hot and sweaty.  Looked like the first thing on my
list for today would be a soothing shower.  Yawning and stretching I headed
into the bathroom, spun the faucet to the hot water setting and waited for
the water to warm.  Once the steam began to fill the room I concentrated on
empting my bladder while dealing with morning wood.  Casually glancing into
those huge mirrors I liked the reflection and gave my tumescence a few
strokes.  Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement.  My head snapped
towards it and damn it was Kurt in the doorway.

"Oh sorry dad...  I just came in to apologize for how I behaved yesterday.
And now it looks like I've got to apologize for intruding on a private
moment."

Kurt was the image of embarrassed, flustered and frustrated.  He stood
there in a pair of boxer briefs and had a terrible time making eye contact
with me.  His eyes were glued to my hard member.  This was something new.
Trying to talk to my son while he openly stared at my junk.  Strangely I
loved him looking me over and after a second or two I said.

"As for the private moments it looks like we keep catching each other in
the middle of them.  Don't we?  But, I'll bet my catching you taking,
dancing, naked pictures was a bigger shock than the small thing you just
saw."

A playful spark flashed in his eyes as with a full grin he teased back with
a long pause on 'hard' twisting my words.

"It not really a 'small thing' or maybe it's ...hard... to see your dad
aroused.  And as for bigger well yours is definitely 'bigger' than mine."

Shaking my head at his puns I eased back... "Well yours is very respectful
for a young man of your age.  I kinda think you'll be bigger than me when
you grow up."

"Really, do you think so?"

"Yup I do.  Now give me some privacy please I've got to shower."

"Can't I stay and talk?  Come to think about it I could use a shower too.
Can I join you?  We used to shower together."

He was being too cute and delivered that line with a emphasis on the word
come.  I like most fathers used to occasionally jump in the shower with
their boys; maybe after a dirty, sweaty day of working on a project, at the
end of a camping trip or after a strenuous workout.  However, I can't
remember the last time we did shower together.  I should have said no.
Instead weird as it felt I just shrugged and walked into the steam.

Adjusting the water I let the heat saturate my aching neck and shoulders.
A second later Kurt joined me.  I stood there soothing my rough nerves as I
gave myself a reminder that this was about bonding and not sex.  Anyway for
heavens sake Kurt was my son.

Lazily I gave Kurt a lingering appraisal.  He was developing fast.  His
body was beginning the change from boy to man and he was exceptionally
handsome.

Catching me staring he blinked away the droplets hitting his face and
questioningly said...

"What?"

Kurt's reaction to my leisurely once over made me smile and he too echoed
my grin.

"Knock it off dad.  It's not like you've never seen me naked or other
boys."

"Sorry son its that I've never had a chance to see how you've matured.  You
are going to have a number of admirers.  The gals must have already started
flirting with you.  You're too handsome."

If you could blush in the heat of a hot shower it sure did seem that Kurt
did.

"Yeah, some of them have but..."

Kurt's voice trailed off leaving much unsaid.  Instead of pressuring him I
let the moment bloom.  After a bit he added...

"Is it all right if I don't like their attention?  The girls I mean.  I
guess they're okay but at the same time they're really annoying.  Always
clinging in groups, giggling and talking about girl stuff.  It also drives
me crazy at how cruel they can be...  I'm not sure I like them."

"Can't say I felt any different at your age but there is a strong
likelihood that will change.  You have no idea how much literature has been
penned over that very same issue.  I've no doubt your feelings have existed
from the dawn of man.  It seems both sexes have the same century, no eon
like issues with each other.  Girls will be girls and boys will be boys.
Different and yet similar in so many areas too."

A few more seconds of silence as we both began to soap up.

"Do you find the girls physically interesting?"  A delicate subject and
this was the best way I came up with to find out his sexual preference.

"Kind of...  I mean all of 'em seem to sprouting tits and some are very
pretty so I guess you could say they're interesting.  There is one who I
thought I'd like to kiss but every time I try to talk to her, her friends,
start giggling.  I hate that!  Why do girls have to be so stupid!?"

That brought on a full belly laugh.  "I still ask myself that very same
question today.  Learning to embrace their differences and stop expecting
them to act like men will enrich your life and reduce your frustration at
the same time.  If you let yourself then you'll see things through their
eyes you would never have noticed on your own.  So give it time son you may
find those differences very exciting."

Kurt mulled over those words for a bit.  Then in a desolate voice asked...

"What if I never like girls?  In that way."

Kurt stood there vulnerable and naked and I knew what he was asking.
Kneeling so we were on the same level I took him into my arms saying.

"That's okay son.  I'll love you no matter your choices.  For right now let
go of your worry.  At twelve we all felt the same.  All I can say is let
your heart guide you.  You will find that your body is going to tell you
everything you need to know.  You won't even be able to control it.  If
it's girls that interest you or even if it's boys you will feel it on the
inside and know it's right."

With us on the same level I suddenly became very aware that Kurt's body was
telling us both something.  His rising cock poked into mine.
Simultaneously, we both looked down.

"Oh Jeez dad I didn't mean for that to happen.  Honest!"

"It's okay Kurt that is one of the changes your body is going through.
Close physical contact with almost anyone may give you a boner.  And guess
what it will happen even when you become an adult.  See."

I shifted letting him see that I had also firmed up.  Rather than ease his
mind seeing I was becoming hard only seemed to confuse him and maybe scare
him a little.

"Okay but what's that mean?"

I gave Kurt a little space and then soothingly said...

"It really doesn't mean much at all.  Like I said a second ago our bodies
naturally respond.  Sometimes it responds to the closeness of another and
at other times with sexual interest.  You will come to know the
difference."

His next words were filled with apprehension.

"Which is this dad?"

His eyes were glued to my cock and the more he stared the harder I got.  I
was caught in the middle of regretting that I allowed him to shower with me
and arousal.  I had to be careful.  There were many things I could do wrong
here and only a few I could do correctly.  Letting him set our direction I
said.

"What are your feeling right this instant?"

He looked into my face and asked something that left me with few choices.

"Can I touch it?"  He was talking about my cock.  I could damage him either
way.  If I said no and pulled away it would crush him and leave him broken.
If I said yes I'd feel like a perv.  Trying to find a middle ground I
said...

"Kurt dads and sons don't usually do things like this but yes you can touch
it."

In a daze I watched his wet hand reach out and grasp my cock in his fist.
He squeezed its girth testing and analyzing.  His next words added more
steel firmness to my member.

"I've never felt one this big before."

The shock on his face from his words was priceless.  He'd just admitted
that he'd handled other cocks before this and he realized it.

I tried not to moan out loud as I pictured my young boy naked with another
boy and hold his cock like he was holding my own.  Thank goodness the hot
water was fading.  It stopped me from taking him then and there.  Instead I
leaned in, held his head and kissed his temple tenderly.

"The water is getting cold.  Let's step out, dry off and then we'll finish
our talk.  I kissed him again on the forehead in a fatherly way and unable
to stop myself I kissed his lips with a hit of passion.  His arms encircled
my neck and he kissed back.  Turned out we had a lot to talk about...

In a touch of a daze I shut the water off stepped from the shower and
handed Kurt a towel as I grabbed a second for myself.  Kurt's hand on my
shoulder and his words almost broke my will.

"I don't want to talk dad."

The husky overtones in his voice said it all.  Using all the willpower I
could muster I looked into his face and said.

"I don't either Kurt but this is a huge step.  Maybe the single largest
step in your life... in our lives.  We both need to step away for a time.
Dry off, you've got your day planned with that soccer clinic.  That will
give us time to think.  We'll discuss this with cooler minds later this
evening.  Go get your stuff and bring it back here.  We'll get dressed
together and then I'll make us breakfast.  Dr. Jones is due here around
10:30 to pick you up.

My world had become so sexual in less than 24 hours that everything seemed
to be tainted by that note.  No sooner than saying Dr. Jones' name I looked
at Kurt wondering if he and Doctor Jones had...  I literally shook that out
of my head and before it forced its way back Kurt came in like a storm
tossing all his stuff onto the bed.  That damn boy was still stark naked.
I guess 'getting dressed' meant starting from scratch.  Loosing the towel
around my waist it looked like we'd both start from scratch.

"Dad, am I good looking?"

I'd already told him he was but his tone still carried doubt and need.
Draping a parental arm around his shoulder I steered him back into the bath
and faced him into on of those huge mirrors.  I stood right by his side as
we looked at our reflections.

"Look for yourself Kurt.  You're strong, mean and one hell of a sexy
masculine machine."  His looked over his reflection slowly as I did the
same.  I probably shouldn't have done that because his comfortable nudity
was having a predictable effect on me.  His gaze shifted and he was looking
at my reflection with most of his focus on my sex.  He look at mine the
compare them to his and of course with the same outcome.  In less than a
minute we were both hard again.

This turned out to be a unique few minutes.  We both looked each other and
ourselves over in languid detail.  He was a smaller, tighter package with a
striking resemblance to me.  Developing but not showing any pubic hair. I
wondered but didn't ask about that since it made him look so fucking hot.

It was a curious pair of reflections as I represented his future being
taller, stronger, more filled out and he was my younger self from years
ago.  Immodestly, I did have to say we were a very striking pair.  I saw a
drop of precum appear at the tip of my dick and almost embraced Kurt.
Instead I spun him towards the door gave his delicious bottom a friendly
smack and said.

"Go get dressed before I do something we'll both like."

Our light smiles and camaraderie wiped away the last fragments of
yesterday's disagreement.  The remainder of the time we had was filled with
teasing banter, a tidy breakfast suited to his upcoming drills and coffee
for me juice for Kurt.

A honking horn signaled Kurt's leaving.  Sharing a quick hug and kiss he
headed for the door yelling over his shoulder.

"See ya dad.  Don't do anything I wouldn't."

Then in a quieter voice added...

"Have fun dad knowing I'll be a little jealous."

He was gone before those words fell into context.  What the hell???  Did he
know?  Could he know?  How did he know Michale was coming over?  I strained
my thinking trying to fit those words into any other conclusion.  And again
my dick firmed as the fantasy of an all guy threesome flashed.  This time
Kurt was in it.  Holy fuck I felt twisted and broken.  Chiding myself I
thought... not broken just very, very, bent as I realized that I really
liked that fantasy.

As the power of that wish coursed through me the doorbell chimed.