Date: Sat, 01 Aug 2020 20:29:08 +0000 From: Interrobangbang Subject: First Step Into a Larger World - Part 2 Nifty keeps you cumming day in and day out solely through the support of donors. If you've got a few extra local currencies lying around, consider making a donation to keep all this amazing content free. 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 2 By Interrobang It's been about two weeks since I first sat my 12-year-old son, Matthew, down and showed him how his body works, in the wake of a wet dream that signaled his graduation into adolescence. Since then, I've noticed an immediate turnaround in Matty's attitude. Gone is the preoccupied, overly modest boy who wore bulky pants to hide his frequent, inexplicable erections. Back is the happy, carefree boy of a couple years ago, before his growing and changing body started freaking him out. Now that he doesn't have to worry about being abnormal in any way, my boy has taken to walking around in just his underwear when at home. It's been a joy to watch, both as a father and as a boy-lover. He's also clearly taken to heart my advice about regular masturbation. A couple days after our talk, I went up to check on Matty, who was hanging out in his room. As I walked by his slightly-ajar bedroom door, I peeked in to see Matty lying on his bed, eyes closed, underwear down to his knees, lotion and cum-rag next to him, jerking his little 4-inch cocklet. I reached down and massaged my own hardening cock through my boxer briefs as I watched my beautiful son pleasure himself. After a brief couple of minutes, I could see Matty's chest rise and fall more quickly as his breathing increased until he reached his climax, releasing two nice volleys of thin cum onto his chest. As Matty reached for the cum-rag he'd conveniently placed next to him, I slipped away, smiling proudly to myself. After that, everyday when Matty got home from school, he would retreat to his room, presumably to engage in his new favorite hobby, as evidenced by the quickly amassing spent cum-rags I discovered when I went to check the laundry room. At this rate, I'd have to do a load of laundry every few days just to keep my insatiable son in a steady supply of cum-rags. I picked up the one on top of the pile, and held it up to my nose to inhale my boy's youthful aroma, intoxicated, and then proceeded to wash the current crop of dirty laundry. The following weekend, after a busy day of carting Matty around to his soccer game, and then running a bunch of other errands, we settled in for the night by plopping down on the couch and watching an ep of American Ninja Warrior, which works really well as mindless, end-of-day fare. It also doesn't hurt that it features a bunch of fit men flexing and straining as they test the limits of their own bodies. I was sitting at one side of the couch in just my briefs, which tonight were heather gray, lightweight cotton briefs that sat somewhat loosely on me--very soft and breathable. Matty, having showered and put on just a pair of Captain America briefs--flag blue with Cap's shield emblazoned right on the front where his boy bits rested beneath--curled up next to me in a childish sort of fetal position with his head resting on my bare chest. I held up my arm as he got in position, then rested it along his lightly muscled upper arm, holding him to me in a fatherly embrace. As we watched a parade of sexy, well-fit men (and some women) attempt to navigate the near-impossible obstacle course, I felt Matty squirm next to me at various moments. At one point in particular, we watched a hunky young (mid-20s, I'd say) Latin guy try and fail to make it through the course. About halfway through a ridiculous upper-body challenge, 2/3 of the way through the course, the guy lost his grip and fell to the water. As he got out, the water cascaded down his body, making his thin, self-branded, soaking wet sleeveless t-shirt cling to his rippled chest, showing off every muscle in his torso, as well as his pert little nipples. Even as I ogled this hunky specimen, I felt Matty shift again, this time reaching a hand down to readjust his little cock, which was now causing Cap's shield to slightly bulge out from his little boy body. "I guess you liked him, huh?" I said to Matty, knowingly, though not sure if *he* would take my meaning. "Yeah, I was rooting for him to make it all the way. He looks... really strong, so I thought he had a chance," Matty replied. "He's definitely a pretty fit, good-looking dude, eh?" "Mm," Matty responded noncommittally. The next guy up was a light-skinned (perhaps mixed-race?) black guy. He was predictably really fit, with a tight little body, but there was no way he was gonna make it through the course. I was rooting for him anyway, if only to get to stare at his lithe body and boyish face a bit longer. I guess Matty felt the same way, as he once again reached down to readjust his penis again. This time, though, his hand lingered on his crotch, his fingertips massaging his little nail through his underwear, causing Cap's shield to once again morph from its classic convex shape to more of a cone sticking up from the boy's groin. Watching my boy fondle himself right next to me caused my own cock to stir. I myself reached down to adjust my thickening penis to make it less obvious. Of course, I realize I had just recently taken the time to ensure my son that his body, a boy's body, is nothing to be ashamed of. Still, I didn't necessarily want to go throwing wood right next to my son either. Regardless of my intent to retain some control over my more mature body, I nonetheless felt my cock continuing its rise towards full mast. Within just a few moments my 6.5-inch hardon was causing a painfully obvious bulge underneath my thin gray briefs, which did not go unnoticed. "You've got a boner, Daddy," my boy observed, giggling. "Yeah, well, so do you!" I hit back. "No, I don't," he lied, unconvincingly "Oh yeah, well what about this thing right here?" With that, I reached my hand down and used just my index finger to flick the tip of his cloth-covered boner back and forth. "I thought Captain America's logo was a shield, not a tepee!" Matty laughed hysterically at this dual physical and verbal assault. "Shut up," he said bashfully, still giggling like mad. In response, he reached his hand over and used two fingers to prod at my erection, lightly grabbing hold of it with his thumb and two forefingers, shaking it back and forth for emphasis. "At least it doesn't look like I have a salami shoved down my pants." "Ha, you wish!" I retorted, as Matty continued to giggle. Our brief hysterics at an end, I waited for Matty's hand to re-position away from my hard cock. A few moments later, his hand was still resting on my penis, and as I watched, started petting up and down the length of my stiff cock. As he continued petting my soft cloth-covered boner, he rubbed along its side, and then back down, stopping to also delicately pet my cotton-covered balls. His head, still lying on my tummy, was only a few inches from the tip of my hard penis. After about a minute of his ministrations, Matty angled his head back to look up at me, to see my kind of reaction to his wandering hands. As his icy blue eyes stared up, they were greeted by my own eyes looking down at him, a loving smile on my face letting him know that it was OK for him to be touching me like this again. A boyish smile spread across his face as he took my meaning, though I emphasized the point by reaching over with my left hand and running it through his hair, petting him affectionately. Simultaneously, my right hand, which had been holding him in my embrace, reached down and grabbed hold of his hard little cocklet between my own thumb and two forefingers, lightly stroking it up and down through his cute boy briefs. Emboldened, Matty turned his attention back to my straining dick, now wrapping his hand around the bulging shaft, pumping it more aggressively. I find underwear very exciting, partly because I love the feel of rubbing my hard cock through my underwear and seeing it bulge out obscenely, so Matty's manipulation was causing me to really horn up. I felt myself begin gently thrusting my pelvis forward in rhythm with Matty's stroking, though I was still a ways off from cumming. Matty, on the other hand, was much more quickly approaching his climax in response to my own attention. His hand slowed its pace rubbing my cock as his focus turned to his own building climax. He stopped stroking me entirely, as moments later I felt a shudder run through his entire body as his orgasm overtook him. I felt his hard cocklet throb several times as his cum filled his underwear, and I delighted in watching a wet stain spread across the front of his briefs, his little body breathing heavily as he recovered from the release. "I guess Cap's adamantium shield isn't jizz-proof after all," I quipped, eliciting a laugh from my post-orgasmic pre-teen boy. "It's vibranium, Dad, not adamantium." He replied, pedantically. "Try reading a book some time," I shot back, playfully. As Matty recovered, I continued running my fingers through his thick black hair, now slightly sweaty at the front from the heat of his climax. "Alright, kid, now that you've soiled a perfectly clean pair of undies," I started, to a conspiratorial giggle from Matty. "I think it's time for you to go to bed." "Wait," he protested. "But I wanna make you cum, too!" I gave a chuckle at that. Who was I to argue? "OK, but then off to bed," I acceded. Matty's hand returned to my hard shaft, resuming its eager service. He seemed to be stifled by the confines of my stretched gray briefs, now showing a prominent wet spot at the tip of my head where my heavy flow of precum had stained it. "Here, let me help," I said, moving his hand away just long enough to reach into the fly of my briefs and pull out my hard cock and full balls. "That should make it easier," I said, by way of explanation. Matty turned his head up to flash me a toothy grin in approval before turning his gaze once again to my crotch. His hand returned to my stiff cock, and wrapped around it (at least as much as possible), resuming his stroking unencumbered by the cloth covering. A hard cock and balls sticking out through a guy's fly being another underwear-related turn-on for me, I quickly got worked up as Matty's soft boy hand continued its service. Once again, I began thrusting my pelvis forward in time with his hand. A minute or two later, under Matty's loving manipulation, I felt the rising fire within my loins. I began to moan in anticipation, the hand still on Matty's head petting him more aggressively in lustful encouragement. Matty stroked my throbbing cock a few more times, then enjoyed a front-row seat to my ejaculation. Matty had my dick basically pointed directly at his face, so it was no surprise when the first milky rope blasted him in the face. Two more lesser volleys followed, pooling on my abdomen and in my belly button. Matty released my dick, which was still oozing out the last bits of creamy cum. The boy lifted himself up, and turned to look at me, smiling widely despite his face being streaked with my cum, which seemed to have just missed his left eye. "I think you got something on your face, Son," I joked. "No kidding, you gushed all over me! Now I have to go get one of my cum-rags to clean myself up!" He said in mock outrage. "Nonsense. Here." And with that, I reached up and rubbed my cum off of his face with my thumb. Then, as he was still watching, I brought the thumb to my mouth and stuck the whole thing into my mouth, sucking the cum off and swallowing it. Matty looked on in wide-eyed wonderment, mouth agape as he watched me eat my own cum. "Dad, you just ate your jizz," he observed, as if I was not aware. "Mm hmm," I casually replied, gathering another fingerful from the pool on my belly, and bringing it, too, up to my waiting mouth. "Isn't it gross?" He asked, incredulous. "No, it's not gross. I actually kinda like it," I replied, licking my fingers as if I'd just finished eating messy barbecue. "Well... what does it taste like?" Matty inquired. "Eh, it's kinda sweet, but mostly salty. Other than that, it doesn't really taste like much of anything." Matty sat in contemplative silence. "You wanna try it?" "Uh, I don't know." "Come on, give it a try," I urged him on, holding out another fingerful for him to taste. After a brief moment of consideration, Matty leaned forward and took my cum-covered finger into his mouth. He sucked the cum off of my finger as I withdrew it from his mouth, leaving him to consider the flavor for a moment before swallowing. His face didn't reflect disgust, but neither did it show delight. "What do you think?" I asked. "Uh, I mean, it's not too gross. Feels weird. Kinda tastes like snot." I chuckled at that apt description. "Yeah, it's a bit of an acquired taste," I replied. "What's that mean?" He asked. "Just that you have to learn to like it by trying it over and over. Like beer, or coffee." I answered, seeing the understanding dawn on him as he no doubt remembered the last time he tried a sip of my black coffee, unimpressed. Still, he dared to go in one more time, gathering a bit more of what was left of my load onto his own finger and putting it to his mouth. He still didn't seem very impressed, but didn't express any displeasure either, instead just kinda shrugging it off. "Alright, kid, enough dessert for you," I joked, eliciting a polite huff. "Off to bed." I kissed him on the top of his head, and released him to make his way to his bedroom. Before he walked away, I added, "And don't forget to change those soiled undies you have on before getting into bed," I admonished. "I don't want to have to wash cum out of your sheets again." Matty simply rolled his eyes at me, and gave a playfully dismissive "Whatever, Dad," as he proceeded off to bed. "You whatever! Goodnight," I finally said. "Goodnight, Dad." ---- That's the end of part 2. I have a notion of what happens next, but as ever, I love to hear feedback, so feel free to email me with your comments (clean or dirty), suggestions, or just to say hello. Until next time, fap on!