Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 00:32:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: bi gay guy <bigay_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad is the Teacher - 2

I suppose I don't have to put all the normal stuff up here.  You know what
this is, and if you are allowed to read such things.  It involves sex
between a father and his son.  If this turns you off, or you are not
allowed to read such stuff, then why are you here?

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Dad is the teacher - Part 2

As is typical of me, when something bothers me, I tend to put it off into
some distant, closed compartment of my brain, and hoped that the problem
would just go away.  Heck, just look at how old I was, at the time of this
story, I was still denying that I was (as I now know), and always was, truly
and completely gay.  I was only "contemplating" that I was bi!  I guess I can
be a bit thick headed!

The worry and guilt that I felt about what I did with my son, Derick, I
pushed to the furthest reaches of my mind, and hoped that it would go away.
Like most of our problems in life, it refused to be kept there.  I would think
of it, at the strangest times, and worry more.  I would also start to chub up a
bit, when I thought of it.

The biggest relief was the fact that my relationship with my son did not
seem to change.  It did not seem to bother HIM at all.  He was still as warm,
affectionate, and caring as he had always been.  The same sweet loving child
that I had always loved.  Another problem was that I found myself lusting
for him, now.  Then, of course, the guilt trip would rear its ugly head.  But
that didn't stop me from using the memory of our time, to massive jerk off
sessions!  Some of the best I had ever known.  As soon as I shot my load, the
guilt and remorse would return.

To say that I was a bit messed up in the head, at the time, is an
understatement of the highest (lowest?) kind.  Of course, when my darling
wife tried to initiate sex between us, I just couldn't do it, and it never
happened.  The poor girl!  Then I would start to feel even worse, because I
had to deny her, her pleasure, and right.  What a horrible father AND
husband I was!

About two weeks after this happened, Derick and I were out in the yard,
tinkering on his old clunker of a car.  He had this '65 Impala convertible that
he was madly in love with.  Brad was at work, and Mom was in the house
doing ... ... whatever.  Cleaning, cooking, sewing or who knows what.

Out of the blue Derick said, "Dad, I REALLY liked what we did, the other
day!"

I started to panic that he was talking about our sex together, so I played
dumb, and said, "What?  Oh, you mean when we all went bowling last
week?"

He got that exasperated look on his face, "DAD!!!  You KNOW what I'm
talking about!  When you gave me a blow job!"

Well, it was out in the open, now.  I looked over and commented, "Well, I'm
glad that you had fun, and enjoyed it.  If you have any questions about it, go
ahead and ask."

His remark?  "Only one question, Dad.  When can we do it again?"

Now I was panicking again.  How do I tell him that we can't do it, EVER
again, without hurting his feelings?  I just figured to be straight, and to the
point, and answered, "Derick, you know we can't ever do it again!  That was
a one time thing.  It is illegal and immoral.  We just can't ever do it again..  I
am sorry, Son, but that is the way that it has to be."

He looked crestfallen and asked, "Was I that bad?  Do I disgust you THAT
much?"

I jump in to answer that right away!  "Derick, you could NEVER disgust
me!  I'll love you forever, whatever happens, or whatever you do.  You're
my son, and my love will never end for you.  And as to how good or bad you
were, you were TERRIFIC!  I absolutely loved what I did to and for you!
The look, feel and smell of you, and ESPECIALLY the taste of you, I could
never dislike.  I loved every bit of it."

Then I realized what I had just said.  OMG!  I actually said that to my SON?
The level of my degradation got lower and lower.  What a disgusting pervert
I was turning out to be!  But, oh did I yearn for him!

Then, in an attempt to change the subject, I told him, "I think I have that
linkage set and adjusted right.  Go in and start the car up, and let's see how it
runs."

He looked at me for a minute, and then went to the driver's seat to start it up.
It sounded like it was racing a bit, so I tweaked on the throttle linkage, and
the idle screw, and got it to sounding better.  He seemed happy with the way
his "baby" sounded, and I was rather impressed, myself, because I am NOT
a car mechanic, and I was rather proud of myself, that we had found the
problem, and fixed it.

He asked if I would go for a test drive, with him, as he didn't want to be out
somewhere and have it die on him again.  I agreed, so we put our tools away,
went to the garage laundry sink and cleaned up most of the grease and dirt.
We then went upstairs, grabbed a quick lunch, and told Mom that we were
going for a test spin.

She laughed and accused us, "Yah, SURE!  It is a beautiful warm day, and
you two go out joy riding while I am stuck here doing housework!"

"You can come with us, if you want," I told her.  She just laughed at us, and
told us to make sure we made it home "sometime" before the sun went
down.  We each gave her a kiss, and went out to the car.

Derick wanted to drive, so I let him, after all, it was his car.  He started the
car, did a few quick test maneuvers, and then pulled out.  He got off the
main roads, and seemed to be heading further and further into the sticks of
nowhere.  I asked where he was heading, and he said nowhere in particular,
just away from traffic, and out into the countryside.  We talked mostly about
how the car was running, and how it felt.

After about 45 minutes, we were out near one of our favorite fishing holes
on the river.  It was quiet, secluded and not many knew that it was there.  He
said that the car was working its way towards overheating, and that maybe
we should pull over and let it cool down.  I looked over at the gauge, and
agreed that it was getting hot, and that maybe we should let it cool down
some, and check the radiator for fluid level, once it had cooled down.

He said, "Great, I'll just pull off, on that path to the river, and go down there.
That way, we'll be right next to a water source, if we need it."

I was beginning to get a bit worried as to what his ulterior motives might be,
knowing how quiet, secluded and hidden the spot was.  I also began to
suspect that maybe he PLANNED on coming here.  I couldn't think of a
good reason (that I was willing to voice) for not going there, so I agreed.  So
we drove down the partially overgrown path, and parked the car under a tree,
in the shade.  He shut the car off, and we opened the hood, to let as much air
in, and around the engine, as possible.

Then he commented, "It will be a while before it cools down enough, so
why don't we just go cool off, ourselves, and take a dip in the river?"

I asked, "How can we do that?  Neither one of us brought swim suits."

He gave me that look, that only a teenage child can give a parent, that was
asking how dumb do you think I am, and how dumb are you to say that?
And then according to HIS feelings, he settled it by saying, "It's not like
we've never gone skinny dipping or seen each other's body before.  Get real,
Dad!!"

Ok, ok!  I couldn't really argue, because he was right, and no one would
ever be out here to see anything.  Besides, it was a hot day, and we were
both hot and sweaty.  So we both stripped down, and walked out into the
river.  The water was cool, but felt great!

At this bend in the river, it was wide, and close to this shore, where the
current had been cutting away for centuries, it was fairly deep, at least for
this little river.  It quickly got to about 5 feet deep, with a fairly sandy
bottom.  I often wondered why more people didn't come here, as it was a
perfect swimming hole.

We fooled around, swimming, hassling each other, and more than once, got
into rough housing, trying to duck the other one under the water.  He made
sure he copped a feel of my dick, more than I thought was normal.  Even
though the water was cool, my cock showed that it wasn't completely frozen
and hiding away.  It stayed in a semi hard condition for most of our playing
around.  He, I noticed, was at least semi, and some times, almost fully erect.

After close to a half hour, I felt cleaner, and cooled off enough to get out of
the water.  I left the river and walked over to the car, and decided that the
radiator was still too hot to remove the cap.  I went back down to the edge of
the river, and sat down in the grass to watch Derick swim.

He soon got out, also, and came over to sit next to me to air dry off.  We
didn't say too much, just sat there looking at nature.  After a few minutes, he
looked at me, and then reached over and gave me a big, tight hug, saying'
"Ya know Dad, I REALLY love you!"

I put my arm around him, and told him that I really loved him, too.  We sat
there with his head resting on my upper chest/shoulder, just enjoying each
other's closeness.  After a moment, I started to panic, because I felt some
growth happening down in my crotch.  How could I hide it?  We were sitting
there naked, and cuddling!  Maybe he had his eyes closed, and didn't see it.
Nope, he shortly proved he was fully aware of my state of excitement.

After a short time, he took his left arm from around me and reached down
and wrapped his hand around my almost fully hard cock, and said, "I guess
you are enjoying this as much as I am, Dad!"

I tried to take his hand away from my tool, and told him' "Son, we CAN'T
do this again!  Just settle down.  Go jerk off, if you feel you have to."  I
could see that he was at full mast, too.

Derick then got this pushy, bossy attitude that I rarely saw him adopt, and
said, "Look Dad, you have to get over this idea that we're not going to do
anything, because we ARE!  I want it, I like it, and you, for sure, like it too!
Now I want to learn and experience more guy on guy stuff, and YOU are
going to teach me!"

"Ummmmm ... What do you wanna know, or try?" was my brilliant
response.

WAIT A MINUTE!  Wasn't I the parent?  The dominant one?  I am the one
that decides what we are gong to do!  HE does not tell ME what we will do!

I just looked at him for a minute or so, and saw the firm look in his eyes, as
he seemed to be forcing his will on me.  I guess my mind, deep down, and
for sure my cock, were not listening to reason, as I sort of bowed my head
and asked, "What do ya wanna do?" (AGAIN!)

He slowly smiled, and said, "I wanna see what a cock feels and tastes like, in
my mouth.  I wanna try kissing you, as a lover would.  I want another blow
job, and I also wanna find out what else two guys can do with each other."

I looked at him for a second, and saw the love AND lust in his eyes, and I
leaned over to kiss his full lips.  His eyes popped open in surprise, and then
quickly closed and then HE started kissing me!  I learned that he was not a
novice to hot, tongue dueling kissing!  He really knew what he was doing,
and did it VERY well!

We kept swapping spit (to use his term) for a bit, as we hugged and cuddled.
I pushed him down onto his back and positioned myself half on him, where
my chest was on his.  We were both hugging and letting our hands roam
through each other's hair, down our backs, and grabbing a hold of each
other's ass cheeks, and back again.

I broke our kiss, and then nibbled on his chin, licked down to his neck,
kissed my way over to his ear, and tongued that good and bit on his earlobe.
He loved it!  I worked my way down his neck again, kissing and nibbling
my way, down to his left nipple, where I gave it the love and attention that it
needed.

"HOLY SHIT, Dad!" he cried out, "I had no idea men's tits were so sexually
stimulated, too!"

He moaned as I worked his nub to full hardness, while using my hand to
stimulate his right nipple.  I then switched nipples, and worked over his right
one with my mouth, while my hand kept the left one occupied.  I felt one or
two of the scraggly hairs around his nipples get caught between my teeth.
Derick was really squirming around now!

I kissed and licked my way down, into his treasure trail.  He tasted SO good!
He is like me, and does not produce much precum, but there were a few
drops there to clean up with my tongue, which I greedily did!  I bypassed his
rock hard cock, and ran my teeth and tongue through his bush, down to his
ample low hangers.  I spent just a few minutes on them, and then went down
below his balls, pushing his legs apart, and then up.

THIS was a new experience for him!  He went crazy as I licked at his ass
crack, and then started to concentrate on his tight, puckered hole.  GAWD
did he smell and taste GREAT!  I sucked on his hole and worked it over
with my oral prick.  I finally got the tip of my tongue in his beautiful
asshole.

I was beside myself with lust for him.  There was no regret or worry or
anything like that, going through my mind.  Only pure, unadulterated lust for
this hot sexy stud, my SON!  As I was rimming him, I was lying on my belly
and rubbing my cock into the grass, getting hotter and hotter.

I continued working on his ass, working my tongue in, out and around his
asshole and getting him all slobbered up.  He was going out of his mind, in
ecstasy.  I grudgingly left his ass, and licked my way up his taint, and then
spent some time properly sucking on his balls.  I loved working his balls in
my mouth, and watching his reaction.

I left his balls, and then started to work over his steel beam of a cock.  It felt
SO right having a cock in my mouth, and it was even greater still, knowing it
was my beautiful son!  I did all the right things to give a good blow job.  I
worked over the flared head, worked my tongue into his piss hole, deep
throated him, and while in my throat, I hummed.  My head was almost in
constant movement, as I bobbed up and down, and spun my head around and
back on his shaft.  It did not really surprise me to feel his sperm tube start to
pulse, his balls pull up tight against his cock, and his whole body tense up,
as he got ready to blow his load.

And blow he DID!  I swallowed every single drop.  I then nursed and sucked
on his cock, again going to the base, pressing my lips tight onto his shaft,
and pulling the last remnants up his tube.  I wanted every bit of his personal
love potion.  Knowing how sensitive he gets, I sadly let his cock fall from
my mouth.

I crawled up next to him, and then brought my head over and laid on his
chest, with my arm across him, as I listened to his heart rate and breathing
finally start to slow down.  I was savoring his special, unique taste.

As he started to come back to normal, he put his arms around me and
hugged me tight to his chest.  At last he said, "Dad that was fuckin'
AWESOME!  I had no idea your mouth was so talented!  And what was it
that you were doing to my ass?  That was SO great!   I never knew that a
guy's tits and ass were so HOT for attention!"

I chuckled and told him, "That was called rimming.  Many guys, me
included love to do that to a guy, and it feels great, as you discovered, to
have it done to you."

"But," he asked, "doesn't it taste terrible?  Don't you taste my shit?  That
has to be the grossest thing!  How can you stand that?  EUWW!!!  I don't
think I could ever do that!"

"No, son," I explained, "I didn't taste your shit, exactly.  Remember that we
spent time in the river, getting cleaned off, so there was very little 'nasty'
smell or taste there.  I thought it was heavenly!  There are some that enjoy
the taste and smell of dirty asses, but I am not one of those.  I like a clean
fresh smell."

He commented, "I had no idea my ass could have such feelings!"

Laughing, I said, "Maybe now you can understand why I love to get fucked
up the ass so much!"

OH SHIT!  I wasn't going to go into that with him, especially telling him
that I had been fucked, AND enjoyed it!  DAMN why couldn't I keep my
mouth shut?  NOW what is he going to think of me?  His "manly" dad
LIKED a dick in his ass?  FUCK!  Me and my loose tongue!

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Well, this looks like a good place for a break.

Keep the email messages coming!  It means the world to me!  Some of you
have suggested things, that I had already planned, and others suggested
things that I just don't want to include.  But feel free to add your ideas,
as I just may add them in!

But let me know if you still want me to continue, and let me know if you
like the story or not.

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