Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:40:36 -0400
From: Chuk Norris <johndoe.norris@gmail.com>
Subject: (Gay - Incest) Help and Advice

Insert usual disclaimers here.  Incest dad/teen ship. Johndoe.norris@gmail.com

***

I can't remember exactly how it happened, or why. What came to my mind. I
was in my office room, at home, it was kinda late, probably around 9 or 10,
when I heard a soft knock on the door.  I was wearing no tops, just my pj
bottom and was working on some project that was due for tomorrow. Or
yesterday, actually. I answered, it was my oldest son (I had three). "Can I
come in?" He asked, I nodded. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

I was the authority figure in the house. My son was closer to his mother
and would normally go to my wife for any special permission or even casual
chattings or school questions. Barry (the name of my son) was not usually
drawn towards me. Not that we were in bad terms or had a bad relationship,
just that I was working a lot and rarely home, and my role was mostly
summarized to "wait for your father to hear about this when he comes back
home" kinda dad. But Barry was very outgoing.

"What is it Sport ?" I said, as I sat down on my chair.

"Well remember when you talked to me about sex and stuff, a year ago, you
told me I could ask you any question right ?"

There it was. He wanted to have another man's talk.

"Yeah sure, bud. I told you, I prefer you asking me than reading any bs on
the Net."

My son looked nervous and un at ease.

"Well since I started middle school ... we got classes... and..." Poor
son. He was carefully looking for his words.

"Tell me straight, Barry. There is nothing to be shy about you know it. We
already talked about sex, condoms, jerking off and lots of stuff. So what
is it ?"

Barry took a deep breath. "I am scared that my dick is small."

He took me aback, and I dodged a laughter that would have just turned out
things not the good way. I try to sound casual. "Why would you think that
?"

"Well, after PE classes, we have to take showers together now. I..." he
paused "looked at others' ..." he stopped than blushed.

"Hey Sport. It's normal. All guys look. Just don't stare. I mean, I now
have a desk job, but even though I'm 30, when I take a shower at the
station, I still catch a glimpse here and there, its just normal."

He look relieved. "So yeah, most of them have bigger dicks, and some of
them even have pubes already."

I tried to sound reassuring "You are young, son. It has plenty of time to
change. When you will be 15 or 16, then you can start to panic a bit more,
if needed". I looked at my son. He was not even 5 feet, and still had his
kiddy frame and his baby skin. Being blonde, he could be a late
bloomer. Nonetheless, he was only 11.

"Yeah but when it will have grown, it'll be too late. Dad, I don't want a
small dick." He really sounded concerned.

"Look, boy, I understand your concern. Every man on this planet wants a
bigger dick, but it is not something we choose." I paused; realizing this
kind of comment wouldn't help. I added "Plus, if you inherit your dad's
luck, you won't have a problem, I swear." I winked. I had a semi, this was
weird. I don't know what was arousing me in the discussion.

Barry smiled nervously, halfly reassured. He muttered, "I am sure there is
a way."

This is when it happened. I don't know where it came from, or even how it
came to my mind. I always tended to be very dominant in bed, and I think
being aroused triggered the "devil inside me".  I said, in a huskier voice,
"There is a way, but we are not supposed to tell."

Light shined in Barry's eyes. " Tell me."

"You need to drink sperm. If you swallow sperm from someone with a big
dick, it will create some additional testosterone in you body, and will
improve and increase the growth process." The sexdrive in my voice probably
shown, but I tried to sound as casual and honest as I could.

Barry look a bit shocked. But I could see in his eyes that he was really
pondering about all this. "Where I am supposed to find sperm ?" He asked. I
was hard.

"I don't know, that's the trick. That's why so few guys have a big dick,
you know."

Barry, wittily added "Yeah but You said you had a big dick... where did you
get yours? ". God, this was leading exactly where my mind wanted it to
be. My 2nd mind, actually, the one 8 inches down my belly button.

"My father gave it to me." I lied. I was happy police training brought me
to know how to lie efficiently.

"oh... is it gross?" you could see my son was shocked and puzzled. I needed
to find a way to reassure him.  "Well, you know... best medicine isn't
always tasteful. But it is a sacrifice to make to have every other guy
jealous."

My son smiled. "So you would do that for me Dad ?"

"Ask it nicer" My voice was huskier, commanding. I wasn't thinking straight
anymore.

"Dad, please, would you let me drink your sperm?" He said.

I answered "You would like it huh ? You, little boy, would like to drink
your dad sperm so you can have a big dick ? "

I was pushing it, my voice saw I was acting weird. He looked at me in the
eyes, but I could see he wasn't too sure of what was happening "Yes,
please."

I answered "Go to your room, Wait for me."

I went downstairs. I don't think my wife noticed me taking the turkey
baster back upstairs. I went back in my office and jerked off. I played and
massaged my balls to make sure I would come a lot. But I think this was
unrequired. I came in a minute or two all over my hairy muscly stomach. I
took the baster and filled it with my sperm.

When I entered Barry's room, he was in his bed, ready to go to sleep.  His
back was resting on his bed head and some pillows. His blanket was tucked
up to his waist, he was shirtless. His blond hair was down to his ears, and
he was patiently waiting.

I sat down by him and start patting his hair. I showed him the blaster, and
there was a mix gaze of confusion and eagerness in his eyes.

"Open wide, son." I said, in a very commanding voice that left no choice to
my son. Even if I just came, and my horniness level was down a bit, I was
still enjoying the new control I had over my son.

I put the tip of the blaster in my son's mouth. He did not move, unsure of
exactly what do to next. I just pressed, but the sperm being thick, could
not go down easily in his mouth. My son start sucking the tip, like a
straw, and my cum was sooner than later down his mouth.

To see my son insisting on drinking my cum made me hard instantly. I,
without noticing it, start doing in and out motions in my son's
mouth. "Drink it, son, it is for your own good."

When it was finished, my son commented. "The taste is not that bad,
actually. The texture is a bit weird, but I know it is for my good that I
must drink this.  Thanks Dad for making me discover to taste of sperm. I
will have a big dick. I can't wait for tomorrow night to drink it again."

My son pleaded me to drink my cum every night, that was awesome.

*-*-*-

Our little ritual lasted for two weeks. Every night, I would climb on his
bed, with the turkey blaster, to have him drink the sperm. After two weeks,
my son even commented "I think this work, dad, I am sure my dick is getting
bigger." I did not know if I had to thank Mother Nature about this one, but
I was glad to continue it. This would give me the best orgasm I had in a
little while.

Like I said, this continued, until one night. I had some big papers to
finish and I started jerking off a bit late. As I was close, my son stormed
in my room "Dad, I have a competition tomorrow, I'm in a hurry, what are
you doing ?" he then noticed that my pants were down to my ankle. His eyes
grew wide.

Hearing my son's voice, and knowing he was there, watching me jerk off,
impatiently waiting to drink my jizz made me completely wild. I came. And
came. And came.

I tried to hide my dick, but my 8 thick incher was still hard. I tried to
quickly grab the blaster down the drawer. "I just finished , son, go wait
for me in my room."

My son replied "I have no time to wait, Dad, I should be sleeping.
Toworrow's the swimming competition remember ?" And before I had the time
to react. My son was kneeling in front of me. He started licking the cum of
my chest, of my chin, of my armpits, and of the tip of my dick. I was
astonished, frozen. But this was great.

"Thank you Dad. You know what ? It tastes even better when it is mixed with
your sweat". And then my son stormed out of the room, leaving me completely
bewildered... and clean.

This could lead to something good.


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