Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2009 20:24:20 -0800
From: tague michaels <tagmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son Pt II

Things with London went along in a similar vein for the next two days. He
would strip to his underwear almost as soon as we hit the door to the hotel
room. Often he would sit or recline on my lap while we watched TV and when
he did that he would invariably and unselfconsciously play at the front of
his underwear which of course would produce an erection. I usually had my
arms wrapped around his chest and once, after he'd made himself hard as
stone, he took one of my hands and placed it on top of his hard cock while
asking me to feel how hard he'd gotten. Of course I praised him for his
size and firmness and of course he giggled at the praise.

I like it when you touch me there dad," he said, not for the first time. "I
have a better idea though," he said then lifted his slender butt up and
slipped his underwear down to his knees then put my hand back on his bare
flesh.

"It feels much better like this," he commented, "Don't you think so dad?"

"I do London," I affirmed and allowed my fingers to play with all that made
him a boy; squeezing or stroking his rigid little penis or playing with his
marble sized hairless balls. I always got hard of course and it wouldn't do
but my son would moved upward on my body enough to allow me to get out of
my underwear, if I was wearing them, and my erection to spring up between
his legs. Then he would then rub me and play with my stuff; squeezing and
stroking my cock or playing with my balls.

London's breathing became rapid fairly quickly.

"Will you jack me off dad," he asked in a ragged and whispery voice. Using
my thumb and fingers I slid the skin up and down on London's cock which
caused more ragged breathing along with moans of pleasure. I added to his
pleasure by kissing him gently on his neck which produced shivers of
delight. He tried to jack me off at the same time but his body was so
overwhelmed with the feelings that were ripping through him that he
couldn't concentrate on what he was trying to do.

"It's happening dad, it's starting to tickle," he managed to squeak out in
his high pitched voice. I moved my fingers a little faster, wishing I had
some lube handy and vowing to teach my young boy the pleasures to be found
with such things. London started thrusting his hips up to meet my fingers
and in a moment he moaned loudly and his body shook slightly from the
throes his orgasm.

I reached down with my free hand and began jacking my own cock, tensing and
relaxing my muscles in an attempt to get there as fast as possible. Had I
thought about it sooner I would have been able to cum right along with my
son. As it was it didn't take long before a stream of sperm shot out in a
nice little arc that landed on London's heaving belly and left a gash of
white down into the very base of his rigid little cock. The next five
didn't make it as far, some of them only burping out, but still and all it
covered his cock and balls in white goo that looked like icing on a
molasses cookie. Not that my son was dark you understand. Once I slowed to
an oozing, London reached down and began massaging my cum into his cock,
his balls and his belly.

"I like your sperm on me dad," he said as he moved his fingers back and
forth through the goo until it all but disappeared. "That was fun, can we
do it again sometime?" I nodded my head.

"We can do whatever we like son." I was considering how I might get my son
engaged in more interactive pursuits and I should have figured out that all
I'd have to do was suggest something and he would go along with it. I
should also have figured out that London might suggest something, which he
did.

We left early on the fourth morning in time to meet the movers by ten and
began the move into our rental house. On the outskirts of an older area of
the city, it seemed like a quiet little town. In our little neighborhood
the houses were mostly post depression era; smaller, 2-4 bedrooms with
covered porches on streets lined with big old Oak, Maple and Hickory
trees. Our house was painted a blue gray with white trim, had a fenced back
yard with a couple of huge Oak trees and a stand alone car garage. It
seemed like a good place to weather the next few to six months or longer if
necessary, while my son and I tried to figure out where we wanted to move.

"Can we get a dog dad?" London asked and not for the last time I said,

"Sure. We can do whatever we like son." On Thursday I got London enrolled
in his new school which he would start the following Monday. My son was
excited about having a bedroom that was a half way decent size. When I
asked him if he wanted a new bed he said that he'd probably be sleeping
with me most of the time so it didn't matter. I raised my eyebrow a little
but said nothing.

Everything was pretty much in its place by five that afternoon although
there were still some boxes to unpack. I still didn't feel much like
cooking so I suggested that we go out for dinner and asked London what he
would like. The answer was pizza so that's what we did. We ate at a local
pizza joint that was situated in a small shopping center that had, among
other things, an appliance store. Walking past it on the way to the pizza
place I noticed a large sign in their showroom window that read: We match
Best Buy prices. It wouldn't do but what we stopped by after dinner and
looked at TV's.

I wasn't a huge TV fan but I liked to watch movies, the educational
channels or an occasional sporting event. Caroline didn't want our son to
get too attached to TV so had been stead fast in her refusal to get a
larger or newer set. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a pussy in our marriage
but some things just weren't worth the battle.

Since it was the dinner hour the place was pretty much empty so a salesman
was right there to help me out. I told him I that I didn't know a whole lot
about electronics but wanted something larger, and newer in a big
screen. He wanted to know how big I wanted to go and if I was going to hook
anything up to it like sound, movie and gaming systems. We didn't have a
gaming system, didn't want one, but our other stuff was pretty old. I
started getting concerned about how much it was going to cost. I could
afford to spend three or four grand I just didn't want to. My sales guy
looked like a light bulb went off in his head and asked me to wait a moment
and left. When he came back he had a big grin on his face.

"You might be in luck," he said and asked me to follow him. What he showed
me was a Sony system with 42 inch TV. "A guy bought this last week, had it
in his home for three days and returned it. He no sooner had it hooked up
when his wife told him she was divorcing him. It comes with a complete
sound system which includes eight speakers, 6 disc CD DVD player, and
overall is pumping out 1000 watts per channel. We have to sell it without
the boxes but it still comes with full factory warranty. Oh, and the stand
comes with it. I can let you have it for about thirteen hundred and change
which is a little less than half what it goes for.

"Wow," was my response. "Do you deliver," I asked. The guy nodded his head.

"Can do it first thing in the morning for you and we'll hook it up," I
started to hand him my debit card thinking it was a done deal but
stopped. I'd been considering upgrading our computer. It was five years old
and slower than molasses in January. On top of that London was getting to a
point where he'd need something better for school work. So, I asked. I'm
not really a computer geek so it didn't take long and twenty minutes later
my son and I were headed out the door.

"Gosh dad I didn't know we were so rich," London said as we walked down the
sidewalk.

"We aren't rich son, but we aren't destitute either." He stopped and gave
me a strange look so I asked,

"What?"

"Isn't that a lady that sells her body for money?" I thought I was gonna
die and when I finally gained my composure I explained the difference to
him. That was worth the price of a Cold Stone ice cream cone so instead of
going straight to the car we made a detour.

Back at the house we went about unpacking a few more boxes but it had been
a long tiring day and I decided to take a shower. When I told London what I
was doing he asked if he could take one with me; of course I told him that
would be just fine.

The last time we had showered together we had washed each other so as soon
as we were soaked down this time London wanted to know if we were going to
do it again and I told him that it was fine with me.  I enjoyed the feel of
my son's smaller hands roaming all over my body, his soapy hands and
fingers as they massaged my shoulders or washed in between my legs,
cleansing my asshole or my cock and my balls. Just as much, I enjoyed
running my hands over his smooth body. Needless to say I got hard as stone
and needless to say his washing of my body made London hard as well.

I elected to wash London first, preferring him to get hard first. I started
with his face so he closed his eyes and pressed his lips shut as I gently
rubbed his smooth clear face then rinsed it off. We were fortunate in that
the shower in our new house had a detachable nozzle which made the rinsing
a whole lot easier.

London purred as I washed and massaged his shoulders then moved down his
spine, spreading my hands to do his sides. I pressed my thumbs into the
small of his back then washed and massaged his butt then slid a soapy hand
between his cheeks and cleaned his little puckered hole. London moaned as I
washed his secret place, my fingertips brushing against the underside of
his balls.

I re-soaped my hands then got to my knees behind him, reached under his
arms and began to do his chest, rubbing against his little nipples and
causing them to stiffen. I rubbed slowly downward to his belly then on to
his flat little pubic bone until I ran into the base of his nail hard
boner. As both hands worked at his cock and felt on the marble sized balls
London leaned back against me and rested his hands on my arms, all the
while low moans were coming from his throat.

"Oh gosh daddy," he said, the feelings of lust that were roaring through
his compact body very noticeable in his still high pitched voice.

"Does that feel good baby boy," I whispered. I didn't stay there very long
however. I knew from experience the effect of soap on the sensitive glans
when I had a hard on and I didn't want London to have the same experience
that I'd had and run the risk of ruining the evening. I stood up, pulled
the nozzle down and rinsed my boy off taking plenty of care with his boy
stuff. When I was finished I dropped back to my knees in front of him.

"How was that?" He fell into my arms and hugged me tightly, his rock hard
cock pushing against me close enough to my face that I could had sucked him
off. But I didn't. When he finally broke away he said he would wash me then
went about working on my shoulders and back. Of course I had to stand up
for him to do the rest of me and he wasted no time getting to my asshole,
running his little fingers back and forth over my wrinkled muscle. I
wondered briefly what it would be like to have his hard cock shoved in
there and vowed to do everything I could to make that happen without
forcing my son into anything and try to get him to make suggestions.

Before I ever finished with London, my dick was standing out from my body,
the stiff shaft pulsing with every beat of my heart. When it came time for
him to wash my crotch London got to his knees in front of me which meant
that his face was right in line with my cock. He washed me tenderly,
cupping my heavy nuts and making sure I was all cleaned. He did my cock as
well, stroking his soapy hand up and down on the shaft. He told me to rinse
it while he washed my legs so I did then stood patiently while he finished
my calves. His hands went back to my cock as well as my balls.

"Gosh I love touching your stuff dad," he said. Then he did a totally
unexpected and strange thing. He leaned forward and kissed the fat swollen
head then pulled his head back and just stared at it for a second.

"I really feel like I want to put my mouth on your dick dad," he said, his
hands continuing to stroke me and fondle my nuts. "should I dad, should I
put your dick in my mouth." It was what I'd was hoping he'd say.

"If you want to son, yes, go ahead." My belly was tingling like crazy as I
watched my son move his head closer then stop. "Do you know how to do it
dad?" he asked, looking up at me with his large, innocent hazel-green
eyes. I nodded my head.

"You have to cover your teeth, like this," I said while showing
him. "Otherwise you'll scrape me." London nodded his head then went back to
the task at hand. Mouth wide open with his lips curved over his teeth he
moved his head closer to me while holding my cock downward. I felt his lips
graze across the head then the warmth of his not quite eleven year old
mouth as he closed down on my cock.

God damn I was in heaven. Memories of past boys and past blow jobs raced
through my brain for just a moment before I fell sway to the powerful
feelings and simply enjoyed my son sucking my cock. London moved his head
to and fro a little bit, his tongue moving against my cock head as he
suckled me like a baby at his mother's tit.

For the obvious reasons, it didn't last too long. As I said, I was eight
inches long with a moderate thickness so even boys with more practice than
London tended to get sore fairly quickly. "Did I do okay dad?" he asked
after pulling his mouth off my dick. I nodded my head.

"It was great son, it felt great; you did an awesome job. Would you like me
to suck you too?" London nodded his pretty blond head and a smile spread
across his face.

"Yeah, I would dad." I suggested that we get out of the shower so shut it
down and four minutes later we were both fairly well dried off and on my
bed, London lying with his legs spread open. I climbed on the bed and
draped myself across his flat belly and simply gazed down at all that made
him boy. His cock had remained fully hard, the stiff piece of flesh
quivering in the air. His balls hung in their pale, blue veined bag, the
weight drawing out most of the wrinkles. His cock head, red and swollen,
begged to be sucked.

I put my hand on his inner thigh, high enough so that the back of my wrist
touched his balls. I squeezed gently then moved my hand higher and placed
it flat on his balls, pulling them downward and thus pointing his hard cock
straight up in the air. I worked slowly, drawing things out and building
more suspense in London's mind and body. I opened my mouth wide as I
lowered my head then closed down on my son's cock.

"Ooohhhh," London moaned softly as his body stiffened with my first touch
then relaxed. I dropped my head until it touched his flesh, his entire cock
in my mouth all the way to its root, then backed off. I allowed my hand to
play with his nuts, pulling and gently squeezing on the soft bag as I
continued to give my son the first blow job of his young life. I reveled of
the feel of him in my mouth; the soft skin under which rested the firm and
almost bone hard flesh, the spongy feel of his cock head. My tongue swirled
all around the sensitive swollen head during the entire sucking and
London's hand gently pushed on the back of head as if to encourage me not
to stop.

He wasn't big enough for my mouth to get real sore even though it had been
some time since I'd sucked on a boy's dick. I loved sucking a boy's cock
and my son was no different in that regard. I heard my own moans, deep in
my throat, as I paid homage to a boy. I took a moment to suckle just the
head, moving my lips back and forth over the ridge a half dozen or more
times before plunging downward and taking the entire thing into my mouth
again. London's breathing was becoming more ragged and I knew that he
wasn't far from orgasm so I kept sucking him, pulling his balls down a
little farther and making the skin on his cock even tighter. After that it
was only a matter of moments before my son came.

"Ohhh gosh dad, oh gosh oh gosh," was about all he managed to pant out
before his body went rigid and he began thrusting his hips upward, fucking
his cumming cock into my mouth. Goddamn I wished my son made sperm. I was
dying to have him squirt his watery, life producing liquid into my mouth,
to taste the elixir from his balls. But he didn't so I had to be satisfied
with a dry orgasm and the knowledge that he was still having a great time
and it probably wouldn't be long before he was able to actually cum. He was
beginning to get hair so it wouldn't be long and I hoped to hell that I was
there, that I had a hand or mouth in his first sperming.

London pushed my head away saying that it was too sensitive so I stopped
and lay along side of him, watching my son's body slowly recover. When he
opened his eyes, London smiled up and me then raised his head and kissed me
on the lips then relaxed back onto the bed.

"Oh man that was awesome dad," he said, his hand moving down to continue to
play with his cock as well as his balls. "You want me to suck on you and
make you cum dad?" I smiled and thanked him but told him that it probably
wouldn't happen and of course he wanted to know why so I explained that
with adults it took a lot more time.

"Well I could try couldn't I? Maybe you could jack while I sucked on you or
maybe you could jack off then tell me when you're gonna cum and then I
could suck on your cock." Well, it seemed that my son was an eager little
beaver when it came to sex, something that I would find out even more so as
he matured.

"Well if you want to try London that's fine with me," I told him. The idea
of my little boy's lips wrapped around my stiffened shaft was quite
appealing although the thought of squirting my warm sperm into his small
mouth was even more so. I had London lay so that he was draped across one
of my thighs facing me. I needed the visual of the boy sucking my cock and
if, God willing, to see his face when I came in his mouth. His still hard
young cock was easily within my grasp and it was there that my hand went as
London lowered his head and started off by licking my cock like a popsicle
or would that be a pops-sicle.

I was a little surprised at my son's actions. I mean, I hadn't licked his
cock like that so I wondered where he'd gotten the idea. I soon got too
lost in the feelings and the visuals that were commanding my
attention. London finished licking every inch of my swollen cock head then
rose up a little higher, lowered his mouth over the head, and closed. Like
the first time he did it, my body began to tingle as soon as the warmth of
his mouth hit me. I watched London's face as he sucked me, the long lashes
on closed eyelids, his reddish lips as they moved up and down my hard
shaft, the sucking in and bulging out of his cheeks, and his hand moving up
and down as he stroked my dick.

For my part I absently stroked London's stone hard pony and let my eyes
close. Fuck this was so hot. It was hard to believe the way things had gone
in the short time since Caroline had been killed. God it had only been
what, two weeks or less and here I was with my almost eleven year old son
attached to my cock and I hadn't planned a bit of it, it just
happened. After about four minutes London took his mouth from my cock and
went back to licking it while he continued to stroke me. Then he surprised
me once again by rubbing my dick against his face as though it were a piece
of soft silk. I could hear him moaning very softly under his breath and
then before I knew it he went back to sucking me. He swirled his tongue all
over the head as he sucked and to my surprise I felt myself getting close.

I debated whether or not to tell London I was going to cum. I really wanted
my son to swallow my sperm, to see what it was like to have his mouth
filled with the viscous liquid from my balls. On the other hand it really
wasn't fair to the boy to not tell him.

"I'm gonna cum pretty soon London," I told him quietly. He nodded his head
but kept his mouth over the head of my cock and seemed to pick up his
stroke. He kept on sucking me, running his tongue all over the swollen
head. I wasn't exactly sure how it happened but I said I was going to cum
and then London took his mouth away from my dick. He told me later that his
mouth had gotten sore at the last minute. In any case he took his mouth
from my cock but didn't move it away so when I came a second later the
first glob of sperm shot out and caught him on the bridge of his turned up
little nose and hung down onto his right cheek. He pulled his head back out
of the way and the second shot went straight up in the air and came down on
my hip. Then London surprised me again by moving his head back in harm's
way. The third shot caught him straight on the lips then he quickly put his
mouth over the spurting hose.

I watched my son as he worked at swallowing squirts four through seven, all
the while the globs of cum were still draped across his smooth face and his
mouth. I could feel things slow down, my cock moved into ooze mode, but
still my son kept me in his mouth. I finally had to gently move him away as
the post sperming sensitivity was almost too much to bear.

London looked up at me and smiled. I have to say that it was fucking hot to
see my young son's face with my sperm on it.

"I wanna go look at it dad," he said then climbed off the bed and headed
down the hall to the bathroom. He came back a minute later, my cum off of
his face and replaced with a smile. "That was pretty, I dunno, something
but it sure was sexy feeling," he said as he approached the bed then
climbed back on.

"Did I do a good job of makin you cum dad?" I smiled and nodded my head and
told him it had been awesome. "I'm not sure I could a swallowed all of it
though; there was a lot." He then went on to explain how strange it tasted
then wanted to know if I'd ever swallowed sperm before and I admitted that
I had. London then wanted to know the circumstances around it so I
explained that as a teenage boy, like many if not most boys, I'd played
around with other boys and certainly swallowing another boy's cum was part
of the deal.

"Were you ever with someone when you were my age?" I nodded my head and of
course he wanted to know the details. I told him a shortened version about
a fourteen year old boy who had initiated me into the boy-boy club; that
the boy had showed me how to suck on a cock and in fact he was the first
boy whose cum I'd swallowed.

"Did you ever be with a man when you were still a boy?" I nodded my head
and again, told him a short version about being in a virtually empty
balcony in a darkened movie theater when the man next to me put his hand on
my lap. I was thirteen and by then I'd been with plenty of boys. When the
man saw that I wasn't going to stop him he got rather bold and whispered to
me to take my pants down so I did. He felt me up then praised me for my
size as by the middle of my thirteenth year I was a rather small boy with a
seven inch long cock when it was hard. He tried to suck my dick but it was
an old theater with arm rests that don't move. He asked if I'd be willing
to go to his van in the parking garage, that he'd pay me for missing the
movie. I figured what the hell and said yes, the movie hadn't been all that
good anyway.

I followed him to a darkened corner of the older garage and got into a
white, panel van. There were dark curtains right behind the seats and he
had me follow him to the back. It was pretty cool. He had a mattress with
blankets and pillows and everything and it was lit by a dark red light. The
back door windows were also covered although he was backed in so no one
would have been able to see in anyhow. Right off the bat he gave me a
twenty dollar bill then asked if I'd like to take my clothes off. I
stripped naked and the man began by running his hands all over the front of
my body all the while telling me how cute I was, how nice my body and my
dick were and how big my balls were and everything. He started to suck my
cock and I asked him if he was going to take his clothes off too. I hadn't
seen a man's cock before so I was pretty curious.

He stripped off his clothes and I saw that his cock was actually a little
smaller than mine and he was kinda hairy down there. He went back to
sucking my cock and after a little bit asked if I'd like to suck his and
when I did he told me I was the best young cock sucker that he'd ever seen
and I must have had some practice. He also rolled me onto my belly and
licked all over my butt hole which I'd never had done before. That was
pretty awesome. After that he asked if I'd ever been fucked, which I hadn't
and did I want to try it. No I didn't.

The man asked me if I'd like to fuck him and of course I was all for
that. He said he wanted to make me cum first so I'd be able to fuck him
longer so he sucked on my cock until I squirted my sperm into his mouth. He
told me I had the sweetest sperm he'd ever eaten then immediately put some
lube in his asshole and had me fuck him from behind like a dog. I managed
to last a good five minutes before I shot my sperm into his ass and all the
while the man was telling me what a good boy I was, what a good lover I was
and to fuck him harder and faster. Of course I did my best but the man was
squeezing my hard cock with his asshole muscles so I probably squirted
faster than I would have if he hadn't been doing that.

I hadn't planned to tell my son all of that but as I got into the story I
figured that it would be the quickest way to get to doing all of that stuff
with him but without me suggesting it to him. I knew that he would ask a
ton of questions and that, I was hoping, would include "can we do that
dad?"

"He licked your butt hole?" The scrunched up expression on London's face
was classical YUCK. I nodded my head. "What was it like dad, did it feel
good?" I nodded my head again and told him that it felt awesome. He wanted
to know if I'd ever done that to someone else, licked their butt hole and
again I nodded my head and of course he wanted to know if it was fun.

"It sure was son; both doing it and having it done."

"What was it like when you put your dick in him?" Again, I smiled and told
my son that it had been incredible. I'd ended up getting a number of the
boys that I'd been messing around with to do it. London wanted to know if
I'd ever let a boy put his dick in me and I smiled and nodded my head and
he wanted to know about all of that. We spent another five or so minutes
with me answering London's questions which ended with the golden one.

"D you think we can we do some of that stuff dad?" Once again, I smiled and
said,

"We can do whatever we want to son."