Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2020 02:27:06 +0000
From: Interrobangbang <Interrobangbang@protonmail.com>
Subject: First Step Into a Larger World - Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about a father and his pre-teen
son. If such things offend you, or if you're not allowed to look at it in
your area, please go away. For all others, please enjoy!


(Gay, incest, M/m)


First Step Into a Larger World - Part 1

By Interrobang

My wife divorced me almost ten years ago. We never should have gotten
married in the first place. I was struggling with my sexuality, and she was
a mess of an adult. But, she got pregnant unexpectedly, and we agreed to
give the nuclear family life a shot. Matthew was born, and I immediately
fell in love; all my energy was focused on him. My wife didn't really take
to motherhood, and realizing I was gay before I was ready to admit it, she
started looking for fulfillment outside our family. Matty was barely two
years old when she decided to leave us. It was amicable, and she agreed
that I should keep full custody of Matty since she didn't really want to be
a parent, and I had the means to care for him on my own. The nature of my
work meant that I could easily work from home while raising my son.

Fast forward ten years, and Matty has developed into one great kid. Sweet
and kind, and funny and smart... He's just the best. He's also turned into
a really hot kid. See, over the last ten years I've realized I'm not just
gay, I'm also a boy lover, and Matty was one of the hottest, sexiest boys
I'd ever seen. He stood just a hair over 4'11" (149 cm), and 88 lbs (40
kg). He was lean, but with nicely developing muscles thanks to playing
soccer and swimming since he was 5. He has a light brown complexion and
black hair (which he keeps fairly short, and strategically disheveled) that
he got from his hispanic mom, but somehow inherited my ice-blue eyes (I'm
of primarily Irish descent). The full package is stunnning. Well, almost
the full package.

Despite our great relationship, one thing I don't know much about is how
he's developing below the waist. He's become quite modesty over the last
couple of years. Even though he sees me in my underwear (briefs and boxer
briefs, mostly) all the time, it's pretty rare that I see him in just his
underwear. He prefers briefs, which I like to mix up by buying them in a
variety of styles and colors, as I do for my own. I usually only catch a
glimpse of the top inch or so of his undies, though--all I can see peeking
out of the soccer shorts or sweat pants that comprise his usual lounge
attire. I try to steal subtle glances whenever I can, and from what I can
gather he seems to have a bit of a bulge, but it's hard to tell underneath
such baggy attire. Needless to say, I've been dying to see what's
underneath.

As for me, I'm just over 6'0" (183 cm) in height, and weigh about 185 lbs
(84 kg). I don't play sports as much as I used to, but I still swim quite a
lot in our backyard pool, so I still have a pretty lean and muscular body
for a man of 37. Like I said, I'm of Irish descent, but I have a pretty
nice all-over tan from all the swimming and sunning by our pool, which I
often do fully nude (usually when Matty's at school or out with friends)
since our backyard is lined with trees that offer great privacy. My own
brown hair started thinning a few years back, so I keep it shaved pretty
close most of the time. I don't have a ton of body hair, but I still like
to keep it well-trimmed, so I've got a nice dusting across my chest that
tapers off into a little treasure trail that disappears into my pants,
where I also keep my pubes neatly trimmed. Oh, and by the way, my name's
Jacob, though I mostly go by Jake.

As I said, I really didn't know much about Matty's sexual development,
physical or mental. He has access to a laptop, but I don't let him keep it
in his room, since it's primarily for school work, and besides, I try to
limit his screen time. Still, I haven't blocked any adult content or
anything. I don't want to stifle his curiosity, after all.  I check the
browser history from time to time, but there's nothing in there to indicate
he's looking for porn. He's never had a girlfriend, to my knowledge, and
most of his friends are boys. He's only twelve, though, so I don't know if
that means he's gay, or just not really interested in sex yet. As such,
I've been waiting to give him "the talk" until he gives me a sign that it's
time to do so. Well, this morning, that sign finally came, so to speak.

As I was prepping some laundry, I noticed Matty's sheets were bundled up
and thrown in the laundry basket. I have a hard enough time getting him to
pick up his dirty clothes, so for him to have changed his sheets unprompted
was suspicious to say the least. Picking them up to put them in the washer
I felt a wetness, and wondered for just a moment if Matty had wet the
bed--something he hadn't done in many years. A quick visual inspection
ruled that out, and immediately ruled *in* a very exciting possibility.
Sure enough, when I held it up to my nose, I knew right away that my
gorgeous little Matty had cum the bed!

I felt so proud of him, and also very turned on by this turn of events. I
quickly rubbed one out while savoring the smell of his boy cum, and then
turned my mind to how and when I would talk to him about this. I certainly
didn't want to embarrass him. On the contrary, I wanted to celebrate this
new phase in his life, and help him feel comfortable with his body and his
sexuality. Of course, I also hoped he would want to share his sexuality
with me, but I didn't want to force him.

When Matty came home after school, he looked like he was waiting for the
sky to fall on his head, but I played it cool to set him at ease.

"Hey Matty, how was school?" I asked.

"Uh, it was fine, I guess." He said, noticeably cagier than usual. "I think
I'm gonna go play on my playstation right now, if that's ok."

"Sure thing, Buddy." Then, before he could walk away, "By the way, I went
ahead and replaced the sheets on your bed." His face dropped.

"Oh, uh, ok, thanks," and made off to escape to his room.

"Wait a minute, get over here for a sec." He reluctantly walked over to
me. With a big smile on my face, I grabbed him and pulled him into a long
and welcoming hug. With his body pressed against mine, I said, "I just want
you to know how much I love you. I know what's going on, and we'll talk
more about it after dinner, but in case you're freaking out about it, I
just want you to know that it's completely normal, so don't worry about
it."

I could feel his tension release just a bit, but then felt the telltale
shudder of one trying to fight back tears. I released him from the embrace,
and held him at arms length with my hands on his shoulders. He was looking
down, but I could see that his eyes were full of tears.

"Oh, buddy, don't cry. Matthew, look at me." His icy blue eyes met mine. I
still had on the biggest smile I could possibly affect. "Listen, this isn't
anything to be embarrassed about. The same thing happened to me at your
age, and to million other guys out there. This is actually super exciting,
it means you're becoming a man, which is SO AWESOME!!" With those last two
words, I pulled him back into a beag hug, and jostled him back and forth
forcefully, which always makes him smile. I let him out of the hug again,
and saw that, indeed, he did have a little smile on his face, lightly
chuckling through the tears.

I kept my hands on his shoulders, but crouched down so that I could look up
into his face. "Tell you what. You go hang out in your room for a while.
I'm gonna go out and pick up a few things. I'll grab some dinner from
Bamboo Palace." We both love shitty American Chinese food--who doesn't?
"When I get back, we'll have dinner, and then we'll talk more about this,
ok?" He said nothing. "OKAYYYUH?!" I forced, lightly rubbing away the tears
that had streamed down his face."

"Ok," he said, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes. I pulled him
into one more bear hug.

"Believe me when I tell you," I continued, "you've just taken your first
step into a larger world. I'm so happy for you, and so proud of you all the
time." I jostled him around some more. "GRRR, I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!" He
giggled. "Alright, I'll be back in like an hour. Call me if you need
anything." With that, I finally released him to go retreat to his room,
hopefully without condemning him to an hour of dread in anticipation of
"the talk".

I called in the food order, and on the way dropped by the store to pick up
some supplies. When I got back, we sat down and plowed through dinner.
Matty still seemed a little nervous, but was nonetheless a lot more relaxed
than he had been earlier. We bullshitted about this and that as we ate, an
episode of American Ninja Warrior streaming on the TV in the background.

Once we'd finished eating, we both stood up. "Alright, I'll clean up in
here. Why don't you go hang out in your room, and when I'm done I'll come
back, and we'll talk some more, ok?"

"Ok," Matty said, sheepishly. I kissed his head, then rumpled his hair and
nudged him on his way as I set about cleaning the kitchen. A few minutes
later, I lightly knocked on the slightly ajar door to his bedroom, before
pushing it open and entering the room, a shopping bag in my hand, to find
him on his bed, game controller in his hand. I set the bag at the foot of
the bed.

"Hey buddy, can you pause that for a minute?" He did, and set the
controller to the side. "So, you feeling a little better than before?" He
nodded. "Good. So, I want to talk about some of the changes that are
happening to your body, 'cause they can be pretty unnerving when you don't
know what's going on.

"This morning, I'm guessing you were a little freaked to wake up and find a
big wet spot on your sheets. Do you know what that was?" I asked.

"Not really," he confessed. "I thought maybe I'd peed the bed, but it
wasn't yellow, so I wasn't sure. And, when I checked my underwear, there
was this like slippery, gooey stuff on my... thing. But I don't know what
it was."

"Well, first of all," I started, "it's called your penis. That's not a
dirty word, so please don't be afraid to use it. Go ahead and say it, 'my
penis'."

"My... penis." He said, a little reluctantly.

"'My penis", say it again."

"My penis!"

"Good. That's the actual word for it, but there are a million nicknames for
it: weiner, willy, ding-dong, dick... the list goes on and on."

"Cock?" he asked, hopefully?

"Exactly!" I said, grinning. And, I'm sure you and your friends will throw
around that and a million other words for it in time. Boys are nothing if
not inventive when describing their dicks." I winked at him, and he smiled.

"So," I continued, "your penis isn't just used for peeing, as you now
know. Do you have any idea what that other use might be?"

"Uh, for, uh...sex?" he suggested, uncertainly.

"That's right! A man's penis is used for sex. More specifically, it's used
for making babies, (hopefully with someone the man loves, and after much
careful consideration and planning). We'll talk about the nitty-gritties of
sex another time. Suffice it to say, you're nowhere near old enough to
start thinking about having babies, but nonetheless, your body is starting
to rev up toward that as a physical possibility."

"So, going back to your penis, you've probably noticed that your penis has
been growing over the last couple years, and that sometimes, it'll suddenly
get bigger and harder, right?" He nodded. "That's called an erection,
though you've maybe heard the words "boner" and "hard-on", too?" He nodded
again.

"I've heard some of my friends and older kids say "boner," but I didn't
know what it was, so I just kinda laughed along," He explained.

"So, now you know that it's called an erection, and it happens when you get
aroused. That is, when you're thinking about sex, or maybe you're just
thinking about a girl or a boy who you think is kinda cute, or at your age,
you can get a boner for no real reason at all." At that, he reflexively
reached down to adjust his burgeoning stiffy. I decided to push things a
little further.

"Are you starting to get an erection right now?" I asked with a knowing
smile.

"Uh...," Matty started, but I cut him off.

"Hey, don't worry about it. We're talking about your dick and other sexy
stuff; I'd be surprised if you *didn't* throw a boner. It's totally normal,
but it can be embarrassing when it happens unexpectedly in the middle of
class, or when with your friends, or even around me, right?"

"Yeah, I don't know why it happens, sometimes. Other times I'm thinking
about...something, and then I feel my penis move, and before I can do
anything about it, it's suddenly hard and uncomfortable," he admitted.

I giggled, "I know what you mean. It can happen at the least opportune
times. That'll keep happenning periodically, but thankfully, there's
something you can do to at least make it happen less often, something that
also happens to be super fun and awesome! Have you ever heard of
masturbation, or more likely either 'jerking off' or 'jacking off'?"

"I've heard the older boys talk about jerking off, but I don't know what
that is either." Matty said.

"Well, today's your lucky day, my little man, because I'm gonna tell you
what it is, and show you how to do it. And then, after today, I'll probably
have to spend the rest of my days trying to get you to stop, 'cause it's
fun, and feels great, and you'll probably want to do it all the time."

At this, Matty's eyes grew wider. Clearly, when he woke up to find a sticky
mess in his underwear and on his sheets, he didn't expect that it would end
with him having fun and feeling great.

"So, at this point, I think it will be best if we take our clothes off, so
that it'll be easier to illustrate what I'm talking about. I know you've
been pretty shy about showing your body for a little while, but I suspect
that was mostly down to embarrassment, and concern about popping a boner in
front of me, right?"

He sheepishly nodded, now very uncertain about where this was heading. I
continued, "Well, I hope you're starting to understand just how normal all
that is, but there's still a lot to cover, so will you go along with me on
this?"

"Uh, ok, sure."

"Good. Here, I'll start." With that, I stood up and took off my shirt,
revealing my fit, lightly fuzzy torso. He'd seen it a million times, but
this was a very new context, so I wondered if he was seeing it in a
different light now.

I took his hand, and pulled him up off the bed. He didn't make any move, so
I reached down to grab the ends of his shirt, and slowly eased it up over
his head. He didn't move to help me, but he didn't resist either, raising
his arms so I could remove the shirt completely.

His chest was stunning. Light caramel color, with nicely developing pecs
and abs, pert little nipples as erect as I hoped he was down below. The
sight was made all the more alluring for the light sheen of nervous
(excited?) sweat that further accentuated his beautiful body.

"You doing ok?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he replied.

"Ok, let's keep going then." I unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans,
slowly lowering the zip, revealing a teaser of my underwear. I then put my
thumbs in the waist of my jeans, and started shimmying them down my legs,
revealing in full my muscular, golden-tanned legs and upper body,
interrupted only by the briefs I was wearing: sky blue, with yellow trim. I
loved this pair, as it contrasted nicely with my tan, and was cut in such a
way that really highlighted the contours of both my ass and my bulge up
front.

I had my eyes on Matty the whole time I was taking off my pants. Matty, on
the other hand, had his eyes squarely focused on my crotch, his mouth
slightly agape. I couldn't help smiling knowingly from the corner of my
mouth.

"You need any help with yours?" I asked. He shook his head, and proceeded
to pull down the bulky sweat pants, leaving him in just his olive green
camo briefs, though as he rose back up, he kept his hands covering his
crotch.

I pulled his arms away, putting them down to his sides, where they stayed,
though he kept closing and opening his hands nervously as he stood there,
head now pointed to his side so he didn't have to look me in the eyes. I
took the opportunity to stare at his crotch where his hard little boy nail
was sticking straight out, straining the fabric of his briefs.

Actually, from the looks of it, his erect boy cock didn't seem so little
after all. He appeared to be a bit above-average for his age, and I didn't
miss in my focused gaze that he appeared to have a small wet spot at the
tip of his tent. My mouth was watering, and I couldn't help letting out a
sharp exhalation of air as I took in his beauty. I felt my own cock
hardening.

"I told you, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. See, look for
yourself."

With that, Matthew returned his gaze to me, and his eyes widened further
upon seeing my now considerably engorged cock, outlined obscenely by the
thin, soft material of my briefs.

"Whoa," Matty whispered under his breath. I let him take it in a moment.

"See, erections happen to all guys, especially when thinking or talking
about sexy stuff, as we are."

After another brief moment, I asked again, "You still doing ok?" He nodded
more vigorously, but said nothing. I smiled, then slowly moved my hands to
my waist, maneuvered my thumbs under the waistband, and slowly pushed them
down, letting my half-hard dick bounce up a bit as the elastic waistband
pulled free of it on its way down my crotch. I let them slide down to my
feet before kicking them away.

"Jesus!" He breathed. I wasn't huge by any means, but I had a nicely
formed, and fairly thick cock that grew to a firm 6.5 inches when fully
hard. I was uncircumcised, without any big veins snaking across my cock,
for which I was thankful.

Still only half hard, I gave my cock a quick stroke just to encourage it to
continue its rise to hardness. Meanwhile, Matty was still transfixed, his
little cocklet hard as ever inside his undies.

"You ready?" I asked him. He looked up at me, mouth agape, but made no move
to remove his briefs. "Here, let me help you," I suggested. At long last, I
put my hands to either side of his little boy butt, hooked my thumbs under
the waistband of his biefs, and started pulling them down.

Thanks to his regular swimming and soccer exercise, he had a pronounced V
leading down to his crotch. The waistband caught on his rock-hard cock even
as I kept pulling his underwear down at the sides. As it strained to get
past his turgid penis, I could see the emergence of some fine black pubic
hairs just around the base of his dick.

Finally, the straining waistband broke free of his hard cocklet. Whereas my
dick lightly bounced and bobbed upon release from the confines of my
briefs, Matty's little boy nail snapped up to its full attention, pointing
up at a 45-degree angle from his gorgeous, slightly paler pubis.

My own dick, meanwhile, had reached its full 6.5 inches, it pointed up at a
much shallower angle, nearly perpendicular to my body. As I shucked away
his briefs and rose up to my original position, I took the opportunity to
appreciate Matty's beauty.

As I'd imagined in my dreams, he had a beautiful cock: about 4 inches long,
and surprisingly thick--about the thickness of my thumb. Framing his
gorgeous phallus was a crescent of fine black hairs leading to the base of
his dick.

His balls were also fuller than I expected, but completely smooth, and
perhaps just starting to descend. It took all my self-control not to just
dive face-first into his crotch, slurping that eminently suckable weiner
into my mouth, and coaxing his boy juice right out of him until there was
none left to be had. Instead, I stood back up, and took in his full form
while he got his first look at my fully hard cock.

After a lingering moment where we each availed ourselves of the chance to
gaze uninterrupted upon each other's naked forms, I resumed my
instruction. But not before praising my son's beautiful body.

"Matty, I hope you know that you are one really gorgeous kid. All the
exercise you're taking is doing wonders for your body. As you continue
growing up, your muscles will start to become bigger and more defined." As
I said this, I ran move forward to run my hands up and down his smooth arms
and shoulders, causing Matty to give an inadvertent shudder.

"As you can see, my penis is considerably bigger than yours. Don't feel bad
or weird about that. Your penis will continue to grow over the next few
years, but for your age, it's a really good size. Have you ever seen any of
your friends' penises, like in the changing room at practice or anything?"

"I've seen Carlos's and Daveed's while changing for swim practice, but I
didn't look very long. I didn't know if it was ok," Matty confessed, with
concern in his voice.

I chuckled, "Yeah, that's dicey. Every guy is curious about other guys'
equipment, and I would say most guys will at least sneak a peak when
another guy is naked. That's perfectly normal. Just don't stare, you know?
It's ok to take a glance, but try not to make a meal of it, if you know
what I mean."

He giggled at this, and said, "Ok, got it."

"So when you peeked at Carlos's and Daveed's dicks, did you notice whether
they were bigger or smaller than yours?" I asked him.

"Yeah, they were both smaller than me, though Daveed looked like he had
more hair than me."

"That's pretty normal. Dicks come in all shapes and sizes. Whatever the
case, it's important not to put too much stock in dick size. It seems like
a big deal when you're still growing up, but it's not nearly so important
once you become an adult.

"Your dick, I would say, is a bit above average for a boy your age. Mine's
just a little above average for a man, so, yours may end up topping out a
little above or below average size, or maybe you'll end up swinging a big
ole donkey dick." He let out a loud guffaw at this. "But like I said,
you've got a really good sized penis right now, so don't be jealous of the
older, bigger guys, and don't make fun of the smaller guys, either, ok?"

"Ok, Dad."

"Good, now, the other important component of your sexual development, going
back to what happened this morning, is your testicles, which are what's
dangling below your boner right now."

"You mean my balls?" He asked, slightly confused.

"That's right, your balls. They're actually called testicles." At this
point I reached down to cradle and caress my own balls. "Go ahead and give
yours a squeeze, but not too hard. They're sensitive." My penis felt like
it got even harder watching him reaching down to cup his own balls.

"You can feel rolling in there the two little marble-like things. Those are
your testicles. The sack that you're holding, which houses your testicles,
is called your scrotum. As you can see, mine are way bigger, and they
dangle down further." I continued fondling my own sack.  "Yours will keep
growing as well and will also drop further like mine do in time. Do you
want to feel mine?" I asked as though it was no big deal, although inside
my heart was racing.

Matty looked up at me, but said nothing. I could see the conflicting
feelings turning over in his mind. His 4" cocklet was still as hard as
ever.

"It's ok, Matty. We're both boys, and I want you to understand what you can
expect as you grow older. Here..." With that, I grabbed one of his hands
and moved it below the base of my cock, encouraging him to cradle my
ballsack.

I released his hand, but he kept it in place, and cautiously started
rolling my balls in his hand, gently squeezing each testicle in turn to
feel their girth. "They're really big," he said, and I gave him a little
smile. At one point he applied a little too much pressure, and I let out a
groan.

"Sorry, sorry!" Matty said, snapping his hand away, regretfully.

"It's ok, buddy. They're really sensitive, and don't like to be squeezed
too hard. Or hit or kicked, god forbid!" He smiled at this. I grabbed his
hand again and moved it back toward my balls, "Here, go ahead and feel them
as you like. Just be gentle."

Matty continued caressing my balls, more carefully this time. After a few
moments, his hand started roaming upward across my neatly-shaved
pubis. "Your hair's shorter than mine, but there's way more of it," he
observed.

"It gets to be quite bushy when I let it grow in, so I keep it
trimmed. It's a personal preference."

Accepting the explanation, Matty continued his exploration of my body,
gliding his soft hand past my bellybutton and up my abdomen, lingering from
time to time to trace the contours of my torso. My chest hair is a little
longer than my pubes, and Matty seemed to enjoy running his fingers through
the hair as he caressed my pecs, even rubbing his thumb back and forth
across one of my nipples, causing it to go hard. All this was keeping my
dick hard as steel, and I was concerned I might explode all over him if he
kept this up, but I knew I had more control than that.

"Your nipples get hard like mine when I get out of the pool and get cold,"
he grinned, relating his body to mine.

"Not just when you're cold." At that I reached over with one hand to rub my
own thumb over his already hard nipples. "See?"

"Oh yeah," he giggled. His hand started moving back down my chest, this
time tracing my treasure trail down to my pubes, where he lingered, daring
to just glance my hard cock with the outside of his thumb. He gave me a
mildly pleading glance, wary of my disapproval at his daring.

"It's ok, you can touch that, too," I assured him. Emboldened, he proceeded
to run one finger up the length of my hard cock, before transitioning to a
petting motion, running his four fingers back and forth along its length,
his thumb pointing outward into the ether. I was in ecstasy, my dick
throbbing along with my heartbeat, and producing a little droplet of precum
at the head.

"What's that, Dad?" Matty asked, his curiosity piqued. He touched it with
the tip of one finger, and rubbed it against his thumb. "It's slippery," he
observed.

"I'll tell you in a minute. Let's move on to the main event, shall we?" I
said, cryptically, in response. "Join me on your bed." I sat at the head of
the bed in the corner against the wall, and motioned for Matty to snuggle
up next to me, which he did immediately. I put my arm around him and pulled
him close to my chest. He seemed now very comfortable being naked and hard
right next to me, and I knew now he would go with me wherever I led.

"Matty, what happened this morning was called a nonturnal emission, but
it's more commonly called a wet dream. You see, when I said your body's
revving up to be able to make babies, one of the things that happens is
your penis grows larger, and you get boners, ultimately so that a man can
put his hard penis into a woman's vagina." I could see Matty about to ask a
bunch of questions about that, so I made to cut him off. "We'll talk more
about women's anatomy another time, so don't worry about it for now.

"The other thing your body does to be able to make babies is to start
producing sperm. Sperm are what join with a woman's egg inside of her to
make a baby. Sperm is produced by your testicles and mixes with some other
gooey stuff called semen."

At this point I dared to reach over with my one free hand, and gently
massage his little ballsack, rubbing my thumb around each of his little
balls. He shuddered slightly, but didn't say anything. "Semen is stored
inside your scrotum until it's ready to come out.

"When the man has his penis inside a woman's vagina, and rubs it back and
forth inside of her, eventually his penis will get really stimulated, and
the semen inside his ballsack will shoot out of his penis into the woman's
vagina, where the sperm will work their way toward the egg, and possibly
create a baby. There's more to it than that, but that's the gist of it. You
following me?"

"Yeah, I think so. So, is that what happened to me? Did I shoot semen out
of my penis?" I nodded. "But I didn't have my penis inside a woman's
vagina, so why did it happen?"

"Well, now that you're old enough, your balls have started making semen,
and it just keeps on making it all the time. Eventually, the pressure
builds up inside your balls, and it has to come out to relieve some of that
pressure. Sometimes, when you're sleeping, and your body's on autopilot,
your body will take it upon itself to expel that excess semen, and that's
what a wet dream is."

"Ohhh. So, wait, does that mean that this is just gonna keep happening to
me every night?!" he asked, horrified.

I let out a small laugh. "Calm down, calm down. It's not gonna happen every
night. First of all, it takes a few days to build up enough semen to cause
a wet dream, and second of all there's fortunately a really great way to
relieve that pressure on your own. Do you remember what that was?" I
queried.

"Uh, mass-tur... uh, jacking off?"

I laughed out loud at his aborted attempt to use the technical
term. "That's right, jacking off, or masturbation. By masturbating, you can
get rid of that excess semen, which is also called cum or jizz."

"Oh, that's what that is," Matty said with dawning realization.

"That's right. And like I said, the other great thing about jerking off is
that it happens to feel really awesome. So, all you have to do to avoid
having wet dreams is to masturbate regularly. Incidentally, that'll also
cut down on some of the more random boners that happen when you're not even
thinking about anything sexy. You're still gonna pop a lot of these boners,
though!" And with that, I lightly flicked his still hard boy nail back and
forth with my index finger, drawing a boyish giggle from my gorgeous little
man.

"Thank god. I thought I was gonna have to change my sheets every day for
the rest of my life!" Matty said with mock relief. "But, then, how do I
jack off?" He asked, realizing that knowing was only half the battle.

"Well, little buddy, if you're ok with it, I can show you how to masturbate
your hard little dick right now." Matty looked up at me, an excited grin on
his face, and love in his eyes.

"Really?" he asked.

"If you want me to." I replied, hopefully.

"Thanks, Dad. Please show me."

Finally given the green light, I reached down and gently grasped his little
cocklet between my thumb and two forefingers. I could hardly believe that
after all these years, finally I was getting to see a sexy boy, *my* sexy
boy, in all his naked glory. And, not only that, he was letting me jerk off
his beautiful little penis.

I slowly moved my fingers up and down Matty's 4-inch shaft, gently stroking
him so that he could get a feel for the rhythm for when he stroked himself
off. I kept on stroking him up and down, increasing the pace gradually, and
pausing every so often to rub my hand across his pubis, and down to cup his
balls in my hand, massaging them before moving back up to his cock.

As I jerked off my son's hard dick with my free hand, my other hand was
lightly stroking his chest, rubbing across his pert little nipple. Matty
was clearly starting to feel good, as he was kind of sinking deeper into my
embrace, and squirming a bit as the pleasure rose.

"So, Matty, do you wanna give it a try," I asked, still jerking his
cocklet, though a little slower now.

"Ok," he said, and put his right hand down to his boy spike. I moved my own
hand away, shifting down to caress his inner thigh, while his hand grabbed
hold of his dick, and started stroking exactly like I had. At first he used
the same three-finger method as I was using, but seeing that his dick was
both long enough and thick enough, I encouraged Matty to try wrapping his
whole hand around his cock, and continue stroking. Matty quickly picked up
how to jerk off using his whole fist, and he started jerking in earnest.

After a couple more minutes of me staring, mesmerized, at my beautiful
golden boy having his first wank right next to me, Matty interrupted my
reverie, exclaiming, "Hey look, I've got some of that slippery stuff coming
out my dick, too!" Sure, enough, there was a little droplet of precum
pooling from his piss slit.

"That's called precum, and it helps make your dick slippery to make sex or
jerking off easier. Go ahead and rub it around your dick while you keep
jerking."

"Wow, that feels way better. I wish I had more!" At that, I reached down
and grabbed the bag I'd set down earlier, and pulled out a bottle of
Jergens lotion--my favorite type to jack off with--and reached over with it
to squeeze a bit onto Matty's rigid tool.

"Here buddy, move your hand just a second." I squeezed a bit on his
engorged cockhead, and he went back to stroking, now fully free to jack to
his heart's content without any friction slowing him down.

Matty's stroke pace was frantic by now, and his cock head had reached an
angry shade of red as it built toward its first intentional ejaculation. I
continued rubbing up and down his inner thighs, with frequent detours to
his tender balls, massaging his scrotum, coaxing it to produce more boy
juice for the coming explosion.

Suddenly, Matty stopped stroking. He was panting, trying to catch his
breath after the frantic stroke session. "My arm's getting tired!" I
smiled.

"Yeah, that can happen. How does it feel? Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's really nice. I kinda like it when you do it, though."

"Would you like me to jerk you off again until you cum?" Matty nodded
vigorously, his grinning mouth agape as he continued to catch his breath.

I squirted another drop of lotion on my own hand, and reached down to
resume control of the rocketship Mattyscock. I wrapped my whole hand around
his 4-inch fucktoy, and started stroking again. He wasn't yet big enough
for me to run my hand up and down the length of it, so I just kind of
massaged his rod, while rubbing my thumb and forefinger over his sensitive
cockhead.

It must have felt good because Matty was once again breathing heavily and
squirming around in restless delight. He was now moaning intermittently
with his rapid exhalations. I could tell Matty was getting close now.

"Dad, I think something's happening," Matty said, slightly alarmed. "I feel
like I need to pee."

"You're not gonna pee. You're getting ready to climax. Just go with it."
With that, I ratcheted up my assault on his little spike, rubbing it over
and over at a feverish pace. Matty was now moaning loudly with every
breath.

Finally, I could feel Matty's cock start to throb as, with a final,
full-throated moan of ecstasy, his cockhead burst forth with 1, 2, 3, 4 big
squirts of thin, slightly milky boy juice, as more still slowly oozed out
with each additional pulse. Finally it tapered off, and I moved my hand,
now sticky with sweet boy nectar, away from my son's relieved cock.

While Matty cane down from his first orgasm, eyes still closed as he
continued to catch his breath, I took the opportunity to lick his boycum
off my hand, savoring the sweet/salty nectar until there was none left. I
desperately wanted to bend over and lick the remaining cum off his sweaty,
muscular chest, but I didn't want to freak him out.

Finally, Matty was composed enough to open his eyes, looking up at me to
see my own loving, smiling face, and greeting it with his own affectionate
smile.

"How was that, my little man?" I asked him.

"Man, that felt amazing. What was that?"

"If you're talking about that amazing feeling that swept through your body,
that is called an orgasm. If you're talking about the cum that shot out of
your penis, that's called an ejaculation. And boy did you shoot a lot. Take
a look."

Matty looked down to admire and marvel at the streaks of boycum that ran
across his toned torso, pooling here and there in the contours of his
abs. "Wow, look at it all. I wish I had seen it come out, but I couldn't
even keep my eyes open!"

"Yeah, it's a pretty overwhelming feeling, especially on your first
time. I'm really impressed by how much you were able to shoot, even after
cumming in your sleep this morning. And as long as you do this regularly,
you won't ever have to worry about having another wet dream again."

"I'd do that every day if I could," he proclaimed.

"You can! At your age, you can do it more than that if you like. Just don't
do it more than like three or four times a day, otherwise your dick will
start getting sore from overuse."

"Seriously?! I can't wait to do it again. What do I clean my jizz off
with?" At that, I reached into the bag again, and pulled out a six-pack of
supersoft wash cloths.

"Here, wipe it off with this. You can keep these in your sock drawer, and
use them for your cum rags. Just make sure you throw them in the hamper
after one or two loads, so that they don't get all crusty and gross.

"Cool. Thanks, Dad. I feel a lot better now."

"Good. I'm really glad to hear that. I know the feeling of embarrassment
and shame that comes with having a wet dream, not knowing what's going on
with your body. I'm glad I was able to show you how your body works, and
I'm so proud of you for shooting such a huge load of cum."

"Thanks, Dad." He said, sheepishly. With that, I made to get up off the bed
and let him enjoy his newfound hobby alone, but he stopped me in my
tracks. "Wait, Dad, don't you wanna jack off, too?"

"I do, but I figured I'd leave you alone, and go jerk off in my own room,"
I said.

Disappointed, he said, "But I want to see what it looks like when your big
cock shoots your jizz. Can I see it, please?" He was almost pleading
now. What could I do but to oblige my little stud of a son.

I leaned back again, and he nestled himself back against my chest, one arm
still around him. With my one free hand, I gathered another squeeze of
lotion in my hand, and wrapped it around my rigid cock, much neglected and
in dire need of release. I started stroking up and down the length of my
dick, feeling already that my own climax was not far off.

As I continued stroking, I suddenly felt the warm, welcome sensation of a
small hand massaging my scrotum. I looked down to see my son's small hand
rubbing and caressing my balls as I jerked faster and faster on my
furiously hard cock.

Finally, I felt the pending eruption churning in my loins, as Matty
continued to roll my balls in his boyish hand. Wanting to make sure he got
a good look, I managed to squeak out, "Here I cum. I'm cumming!"

As though I myself was cumming for the first time, my cock pulsed over and
over as rope after rope of thick, creamy cum shot out up the length of my
body. The first volley shot up past my head, clipping my ear along the
way. The second would have hit my other shoulder, were it not for my boy's
head getting in the way. Cum now rested in his black hair, and all up one
side of his face. Two more volleys landed all over my chest, while more
oozed out with seven or eight more pulses.

"Whoa, that was awesome!" he exclaimed, giggling wildly. Now I was the one
out of breath.

"Thanks," I panted. "I guess I needed that pretty bad, too, huh?"

At last we both got ourselves cleaned up, and jumped in the shower together
to finish the job. I put on a pair of clean briefs, and Matty did the same,
leaving the sweats on the floor. He had nothing to hide from me now. I
walked him back to his room, and he hopped into his bed. I gave him a kiss
on his head, and said, "I love you, Matty."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you, too. You're the best." My heart melted as I made
my way out of his bedroom. "Goodnight, Dad," he said as I closed the door.

"Good night, Matty. Sweet dreams..."


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That's it for now, but I think there'll be more to come. I'm personally
very invested in children's education, and believe it takes a community to
raise a child. So, tell me, fellow citizens, what you think of the
instruction so far, and what subjects Jake should teach Matty next.

I'll look forward to hearing from you. And, until next time, class
dismissed.

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