Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2003 10:18:22 -0800 (PST)
From: DH
Subject: Me and My Boy: Part 2

I was only going to write one story, but I got so much positive feedback
on it in the two days that it's been out that I have decided to write
the long awaited sequel. Or rather, the short awaited sequel. Same
rules apply, kiddos. It's all created in my mind out of mundane,
everyday experiences. No men or children were harmed in the creation of
this story. Enjoy!


                             Me and My Boy: Part 2


Then next morning, I awoke feeling a bit guilty about what had happened
the night before. Part of me hoped that Joey had been so sleepy at the
time, that he might not remember what happened, or may think that it was
a dream. I couldn't believe I had let my seven year old boy jerk me off
last night. I had never done anything like that before, and vowed that
nothing even remotely like it would ever happen again.

I threw back the covers to find that I was sporting a good hard cock.
Morning wood delivery, as I had always called it. Well, what's a man to
do when his cock is hard and no one's there to take care of it for him?
I reached down into my underwear and started to slowly stroke my dick,
allowing myself to recall the feeling of having Joey's tiny fingers all
over it.

I'm a 30 year old gay man. I first came out of the closet when I was
16, but when I was 21 I met a very nice woman, and we became instant
friends. Within a few short months, I had convinced myself that I was
not gay anymore, and could now live a normal life. We were together for
six years before I finally had to admit to myself that I couldn't really
change who I was. I was gay, and didn't want to live a lie anymore. So
we separated, and I got custody of our four year old son, Joey.

Joey is now seven years old, and a beautiful little boy. He has bright
red hair that just radiates in the sunlight, allowing me to spot him in
any crowd. He has big brown eyes that I just cannot say "no" to. The
bridge of his nose and his upper cheeks are speckled lightly with
freckles, and when he grins he looks like the devil himself. His skin is
nicely tanned, even though it is late fall. He has the perfect skin
tone, and I'm very envious of him.

I'm exactly six feet tall, and have topped the scales at 210. My belly
is a little bigger than it was before I became a family man, but I'm
still a good looking man. I have a 36" waist and 44" chest. I still
look young, and occasionally I still get ID'd when I try to buy alcohol,
though usually only just after I've shaved. My hair is a deep brown
color and I like to keep it cut very neat and short. My body is covered
in thick light blonde hair, with hardly any part of me not covered in
it. When I stand in the sun, you can see the red in my goatee and
moustache, the same red that Joey's hair is. There is no mistaking that
he is my son when you see the two of us together.

I laid in my bed, replaying the events of last night over and over in my
mind. I probably should have covered up when I saw Joey come out of his
bedroom, but I was so horny that I wasn't thinking straight. Did it
make me a bad person? Should I be punished because I introduced my son
to the joys of masturbation? Or was I just being foolish, overwhelmed by
feelings of guilt instilled into me by an overly uptight society? I
found peace in accepting this last idea, and told myself that whatever
the case, it wasn't worth fussing or stressing over, as it would never
happen again.

I pulled my underwear off my body, and traced the hair on my chest, down
to my navel, following it to where it dips down to the thick bush of
tangled hair that surrounds my fat cock. My dick, when fully hard, is
six inches long, and quite thick. When I was younger I used to lament
that it was not longer, and always wished it would grow. Now that I am
an adult, I don't waste time with those silly childish worries anymore.
I've been with my share of men during my life, and I have come to
realize that most men aren't much bigger than me, and many have been
smaller. To be honest, I'm just thankful that I have a cock at all, and
that I'm not stuck going through this life as a woman.

I touched the tip of my cock, putting my finger into the tiny pool of
pre-cum that had seeped out of it while I was thinking about Joey's
hands on me. I pulled my finger away, and created a thin strand of
juice. Slowly I continued to pull my hand away, and was almost to my
mouth before the long strand of precum broke. I stuck out my tongue and
tasted the tip of my finger, savoring the taste of my own juices.

I grabbed hold of my cock and began working my fist up and down the
length of it, loosening and tightening my grip as I went. The head of my
cock, smooth and perfectly shaped, turned a deeper shade of red as I
continued stroking myself. With my other hand, I cupped my balls, and
worked them around a bit. I tugged at my sack, pulling my nuts away from
my body, and squeezing them firmly but gently. I was just at the cusp of
letting go and allowing my orgasm to flood over my body when I heard Joey
knock on my bedroom door.

"What do you need, little man?" I called out as I begrudgingly let go
of my cock and pulled the covers over me.

Joey walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed. "Is it time
to get up yet, daddy?" I looked down the bed toward my crotch, and let
out a small chuckle as I checked out the significant tent I was making in
the bed covers.

"Yeah, little man, it's time to get up."

Joey got up and went back to his bedroom to play while I got up. I
stripped back the blanket and headed for the bathroom. My dick was
slightly deflated, but still very sensitive. I walked through the
hallway straight to the bathroom where I stopped in front of the toilet
to take a piss. I was mid-stream when Joey walked in.

"Daddy?"

"Jesus, Joey, I've told you to leave me alone while I'm going to the
bathroom." Joey didn't bother to move, he just continued looking at my
full heavy cock as I drained a night's worth of piss into the toilet.
"Are you going to get out?"

Joey still didn't move, and suddenly it sunk in that my little boy was
staring at my dick. Realizing that, it started again to grow. The last
few drops of urine dripped from the tip of my piss hole as my cock made
his way up to full staff.

I couldn't understand it, but I liked having Joey look at my dick. The
thought of him standing there, watching me take a piss had turned me on.
Of course, it didn't help that I was already horny as hell, since I'd
been interrupted mid-masturbation only moments before.

"Joey, you need to get out of the bathroom, please." I turned around
and started the shower.

"Daddy, can I touch your pee pee again?"

Shit. He remembered everything.

"No."

"Please?"

"No, Joey, get out of the bathroom!" I yelled at him. He turned around
and left with a very sulky look on his face. I was tempted to let him
stay. But I had told myself that that sort of thing could never happen
again. What if Joey went to school and told one of his teachers about
it? I didn't want to risk having my little boy taken away from me, so I
had to tell him no.

I pulled back the shower curtain and got into the shower. I shampooed my
hair and lathered up my body with the soap. I paid particular attention
to my groin, and had just started getting into a rhythm when I heard Joey
crying from the other room. It wasn't an angry crying, either. It was
a scared or hurt cry.

The bathroom door flew open, and Joey came in, tears flowing down his
face, his chest wracked by huge sobs. I stuck my head out of the shower,
and asked him what was wrong.

"My penis! I broke my penis!" he cried. I pushed the shower curtain
aside, and hopped out to see what the problem was.

When Joey was born, my wife and I debated for a long time on whether to
circumcise him or not. She wanted to have it done, and I refused. My
argument was that it was an ancient practice that has been proven to be
unnecessary, and that it was barbaric. I had been circumcised, and
though I was quite happy with how my cock looked, I didn't see any need
to butcher my newborn son's penis for no reason. Eventually Joey's
mother agreed with me, and we did not have him circumcised.

Apparently, Joey had gone back to his room and started playing with
himself, and in the process had pulled the skin back off the head of his
cock for the first time. I could see that he had a tiny woody, about one
and a half inches long, and at the end of it his shiny new cock head was
a deep purple in color. I got down on my hands and knees to examine him
more closely, my own cock still at full attention.

"Don't touch it!" Joey cried out.

"It's okay, Joey," I reassured him, "I'm not going to hurt you." I
took his penis between my thumb and forefinger, and tried to pull the
hood back over the head of his dick. Joey winced when I touched him.
"What's the matter?"

"It hurts."

"It does? Are you sure? It shouldn't hurt, buddy, it should feel
kinda good. It's okay for the skin to do this."

"Yours doesn't do this."

"Well, no^Å that's because everybody's penis is different. Yours has
more skin around it than mine does. It's supposed to go back like
this." I got up on my knees so that my penis was about level with his.
My boner was sticking straight out, and it was as though it was looking
at Joey's tiny boner. "See, when the skin is pulled back, your penis
looks just like daddy's."

Joey still seemed upset about it. "It still hurts." I wasn't sure
what he meant by that. I didn't think he was really hurting. I think
he was just scared that he'd done something wrong to it. Or that it was
just so sensitive underneath his foreskin, that he wasn't being gentle
enough with it, and maybe he was hurting himself.

"You have to be gentle to your penis, little man," I said. Joey gave
another stifled cry, and a thought came into my head. I leaned my body
closer to Joey, and allowed the head of my cock to touch his. I moved my
hips ever so slightly to brush the tip of my fat cock head against his
tiny little mushroom head.

"Why did you do that daddy?" he asked me in a tiny hushed voice.

"Well, sometimes when your penis gets hard like that, it feels good to
rub it against another hard penis. It's more of a grown-up thing, but I
thought I'd try it with you. Does it still hurt?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said hesitantly.

"Want me to try to give it a kiss and make it better?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Okay." I leaned forward and brought my face down toward my little
boy's crotch. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but couldn't seem
to help myself. I wanted to make my son aware that his penis was the
best toy he'd ever have. I didn't want him to be afraid of it, or
ashamed of it in any way.

My face was less than an inch away from Joey's tiny stiffie. I pursed
my lips and slowly brought them down to the crown of his cock, and gave
it a light kiss. It felt tiny and precious against my lips.

"Better?" I smiled up at Joey. Seeing him from this different angle
made me so horny I almost came right on the bathroom floor. Joey was no
longer crying. He had a look of curiosity on his face, and I knew that
what I was trying to teach him was getting through. He would soon know
that his penis is the greatest thing on earth.

"It still hurts a little." He said, maybe not yet entirely sure that
the feelings he was experiencing were good, and not scary.

"Should I give it a bigger kiss?"

"Okay daddy."

I turned my head back to his dick, which I swear had grown even a little
more in the past few minutes. The head of his cock was no larger than a
marble, and just as hard and shiny. The folds of his little foreskin no
longer rumpled along the shaft, but were pulled taught by Joey's intense
first erection. I parted my lips just enough so that his head would
slide between them and pulled his body close to me.

His cock poked between my lips, and I brushed the end of it with my
tongue. I closed my mouth around his shaft and sucked on the tip of it,
like a dum dum lollipop, swirling my tongue over and around it,
memorizing every last detail of it. My very favorite thing to do with a
cock is suck on it, and Joey's was no exception. I increased the
suction, and allowed myself to take more of his shaft between my lips
until I had all of him in my mouth. It was a tiny little thing, just big
enough to reach into my mouth really well, so I could dance my tongue all
over the head of it, while constantly applying suction. I did this for
about five seconds, more than long enough for me to have many a wet dream
over it. Reluctantly I pulled away from Joey, his cock popping from my
mouth.

I looked up at Joey. "How did that feel?"

Joey was smiling that devilish smile again. "That felt GOOD, daddy! Do
it again!"

I couldn't justify doing it again in my mind. I'd shown my son the
joys of his body. Now it was his job to explore himself.

"Get out of here, ya little goober, and let me finish my shower," I
said to him, getting up slapping him on the behind.

"Yeah, daddy, you need to shower. You made a mess," he said, pointing
to my naked body.

I looked down at myself to see most of my belly and chest hair covered in
cum. Tell tale, pearl like drops of the white milky stuff was still
seeping from the slit at the tip of my pulsing hard cock. I reached down
and grabbed hold of my cock, and the ripples of pleasure went through my
body so hard that I shot again, this time the cum pouring out, and
pooling on the floor. My legs buckled and I went back down onto my
knees.

When I opened my eyes after this heart-pounding multiple orgasm, Joey
laughed at me, gave me a kiss, and ran off to his room, naked as the day
he was born.