Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2023 23:12:42 -0700 From: Chris Oreilly Subject: micah chapter 2 Codes: Mb, D/s, bg, exhib, inc, ws, mast Micah Growing Pains Chapter 2 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This series is a work of fiction. It involves stories of sexual contact between adults and young adolescents who are often below the age of consent in many jurisdictions. It also involves stories of incest. The author does not condone these practices in real life, as they are harmful to children. Obviously, if it is not legal for you to read stories like these in your jurisdiction, you should hit the back button now or close out your browser. If you are not a legal adult or below the age of eighteen, you should hit the back button now or close out your browser. If you find that you are exclusively attracted to younger adolescents, please seek professional help immediately so you do not end up acting on these fantasies. If you find that you are exclusively attracted to a family member that is closely related enough to qualify as incest, please seek professional help immediately so you do not end up acting on these fantasies. If you enjoyed this story, please consider making a donation to the nifty archive. It costs money to maintain the servers that makes this site possible and allows free access to quality LGBTQ erotic literature. You can donate using this link: https://donate.nifty.org/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - by The Terror that Faps in the Night I imagine that most teenagers who are given a green light by their father to walk around naked, masturbate, and have sex partners over would immediately take them up on that offer. But I honestly didn't. I mean, I continued to masturbate, of course, but I would have done that even without his permission. I did start skinny dipping whenever I would use the pool or hot tub. But for the most part the immediate aftermath of my little episode with dad didn't change much for me. We still maintained the "little buddy" relationship we had had before, and I didn't really make much use of his permissiveness. I think this happened for two main reasons. The first is that I was still a little self-conscious about my body and lacked enough confidence to really take advantage of what he was offering me here. Even if I had enough confidence in my body, I definitely didn't have much confidence in my experience level because I was still very sexually uninformed and naive about sexual matters. I mean, I knew the basics, but I didn't even really have access to porn at this time, so I didn't really know much about how people went about "getting it on." But the second, and probably more important, reason that I didn't really take advantage of the freedom that dad gave me is because I really didn't have anyone to bring over. All of my friends from school lived an hour away from my father's place, and his neighborhood wasn't exactly filled with young families. He lived in a community filled with mostly affluent, gay men, most of whom were of retirement age. It wasn't that I was opposed to having sexual experiences with older people. In fact, quite the opposite is true. Sometimes when I would visit dad I would notice his neighbors and think that they really did keep themselves in pretty good shape, and I would wonder what it would be like to have sex with them. Sometimes I even felt that they were eyeing me. But how the hell do you approach someone about something like that? I mean, they weren't my peers. I didn't have any reason to go talk to them and it just seemed awkward to go up to them and say something out of the blue like, "hey, wanna see my dick?" I did have a pretty good set of friends from school and church, but it wasn't sexual or anything like that with them. Mom's spies were everywhere in my friend group, since I was always afraid that the kids who I knew from church would find out about any exploration that I did, and then their parents would tell my mom. So for the most part, we kept it good, clean fun. I did have a "girlfriend" that I was "seeing" - Bethany - but at that age that pretty much just meant that I walked to and from school with her and sat at lunch with her, and we would hold hands quite a bit. Mom didn't work, so we rarely got much alone time. But once, mom had to go to the Guatemalan consulate in San Bernardino so I snuck Bethany in my room and we made out. Then she took her top off and I rubbed her breasts. I found it very exhilarating. Then Bethany unbuttoned my jeans and took my dick out and put it in her mouth, and I was in heaven....for about ten seconds. Then I busted, which surprised Bethany and she spat my cum out and got mad at me. And then mom texted me that she was on her way home, so Bethany quickly left for her home and I was left to try to clean my cum out of the carpet. And after that Bethany never wanted to do anything like that again and we "broke up" a few weeks later. I was trying to get access to porn, so I could learn more about sex. I'm not gonna lie, the whole experience with Bethany had really wrecked my confidence. I didn't know how long a guy was supposed to last before cumming, or how I could go about lasting longer. But mom did everything in her power to keep me from getting access to porn. She had a family computer, but she kept it in the living room and she had access to it too, so I never wanted to google anything about sex or porn from that computer. She didn't give me a smartphone. She only ever let me have one of those old fashioned flip phones that could call and text, but couldn't do web browsing. It was like she was omnipresent, even when she wasn't physically around. And I tried to think of ways that I could lessen her grip on my sexploration. I got a lot of money in allowance from my father, so I could have bought a smartphone, but mom wouldn't let me have one. I was kind of stuck. I honestly needed less wholesome friends, but I had no idea how to go about completely swapping out my friend group and getting in with the wild, sexually deviant kids. My thirteenth birthday was coming up the following weekend, so when I was over at dad's house that weekend before, I straight up asked him for a smartphone for my birthday. I knew that mom wouldn't dare to take away a smartphone if it had been a gift from dad, because that would be violating the terms of their custody agreement. But dad was a little reluctant. "I dunno, kiddo. Your mom is weird about those phones," he said. I laid it all out for him. I told him about what had happened with Bethany. How I was having trouble learning anything about sex or even watching porn to see how people fuck. He seemed understanding, but he was still reluctant. "I understand, son," he told me, "but look at it from the adult's perspective. I don't want to break the law and allowing you to look up porn, I'm not sure that is legal. Besides if your mom ever found out..." here his voice trailed off. I remembered his dominance fetish at that point. "Listen here, you fucking faggot! You are going to get your pathetic ass off this couch right this fucking minute and you are going to drive to the store and buy me a new smartphone and add me to your plan. Don't say a fucking word and don't you dare back talk me if you know what's good for you." Dad got this look on his face that I had seen only the night of the hottub. Since then, I've even started naming it his "horny smirk." Then he slowly responded. "Right away, young sir." So on a whim I slapped him in his face. Not hard, but hard enough that he got the point. "I said not to talk!" An hour or so later I was sitting with a brand new smartphone in my hands. But I wasn't sure how to set it up. So I asked dad for help to get it set up properly. He sat down at the kitchen table, and began the process of setting up my phone for me. He created new login credentials for me, got it logged in, set up the wifi, and even started downloading a few good apps for me. While he was in the middle of setting up my phone for me, he started initiating a conversation with me. "You know, you're getting really good at the whole Master role, Micah," he said in a soft tone. Something about the way he addressed me caught me by surprise. He never called me by my name. I was always "buddy" or "kiddo." I was never "Micah" to him. I suspected this was his way of subtly trying to steer the conversation towards sex. Calling me by my name indicated a change in the roles we were playing. Whatever it was, I was definitely game. "What do you mean?" I asked him coyly. He looked like he was having second thoughts. But after a second, he worked up the courage to speak again. "I just mean that when you order me around you're doing it with a lot more confidence and it's definitely..." he trailed off for a second then mustered more courage to finish his thought, "it's definitely a turnon. And when you slapped me, wow!" I smiled at him. I had to admit he was cute when he was horny. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, you know?" I told him. "I only boss you around like that cause I know you like it. I wouldn't talk to you like that if you didn't like it." He smiled back at me. Then held the phone out to me. "I know." Then he redirected the conversation back to the smartphone. "You have to put your fingerprint on this pad right here and choose your own password. Then you're ready to go." I took the phone, excited. After I had changed my password and set my fingerprint, I told him, "Come sit with me while I play with the phone." Then I pulled him by the hand back into the living room. I pulled my shirt off and slipped out of my jeans and underwear and sat down naked on the couch. He kind of just sat on the edge of the sofa next to me, looking uncomfortable. "Get comfortable," I laughed at him. "We're gonna be here for awhile." So he slid back on the sofa next to me and tried to appear as comfortable as he could. "Let's see here..." I opened up the browser. "What should I search for? Any ideas?" "There's a site called PornPortal" he told me. "You can look at a lot of different categories and see what you like. Maybe some of it might not turn you on, but it's a good way to learn what you like." So I navigated over to PornPortal and started clicking on the categories. I noticed that there were a lot of fetish categories for women, but they were more limited for men. "This is a straight website," I muttered, "what about the guys?" Dad told me that there are gay videos on there too, they just aren't categorized as well. But then he also told me that he assumed I was mostly straight, since I had talked to him about Bethany. "Are you more interested in guys?" he asked me. To be honest, I had never really considered that question before. I had to admit that the idea of sex with girls turned me on, but so did the idea of sex with guys. I really didn't know which one turned me on more, I just knew that my dick was hard for both of them. Dad asked if he could make a suggestion. "Of course!" I told him. `There's two things that might help you," he started. "First, you need to learn to control when you cum. Both girls and guys like it when you last a little while. So one thing you might look into is edging." Then he asked to see my phone and he typed "edging" into the search bar at the top of the porn site's search feature. "See, there's all these videos where guys jack off for a long time..." then he handed the phone back to me with the "edging" videos pulled up and ready to play. He continued, "The other thing you can do is if you know you are going to be having sex with someone, you can jack off first. Once you've already cum once, it's usually a little difficult to cum again quickly, so you will last a little longer with the person you are fucking." That intrigued me. "Why don't I try that? I can get off real quick and then see if it's easier to last longer the second time?" I suggested. "Ok, well I will leave you to it..." dad suggested, and started to get up off the sofa. "Oh hell no!" I told him. "Bethany got me off really quickly by sucking my dick. I want you to suck me off real quick. Get down on your knees and put my dick in your mouth." Dad gave me horny smirk. "As you command," he said, and dropped to his knees. He gently grabbed my erect cock and pushed the base up against my torso with his right hand, then used his left hand and his back to push my legs gently to the side, creating space between my thighs and my balls. I felt the warmth of his lips and tongue as he lovingly began kissing and licking my balls and the tender space where my balls met my thighs. Bethany had just grabbed my cock and put it straight in her mouth, and she had seemed grossed out by any bodily fluids or boy-scents that came from that private region. In contrast, my dad was making love to my whole crotch region with his mouth and tongue. I felt my entire scrotum moistened with the saliva from his passionate kisses. He moved his mouth expertly down below my balls to the area between my asshole and my balls, as he worked his way slowly down towards my boyhole. For a few seconds I felt his tongue flick against my boyhole itself, and I gasped. Instinctively, I moved my hand to grasp my shaft, but my dad pushed my hand away. He moved his mouth swiftly up to my cockhead and kissed the tip of my cock, then gently licked a strand of precum. He sighed with delight, before taking a break long enough to tell me, "absolutely delicious!" before returning to my crotch and suddenly taking my entire length down his throat. He moved up and down with a firm and yet slow and steady pace, expertly using his mouth to massage my shaft. After a few strokes, he settled at the tip of my cockhead, holding the tip in his mouth while his tongue massaged the area on the underside of my shaft below the tip, the area that I would later learn from googling is called the "frenulum." I couldn't hold out anymore. "I'm going to bust!" I screamed. He stopped moving as I pumped spurt after spurt of boy cum into his mouth. After 8 spurts, I laid back against the back of the sofa, exhausted. Dad held out his tongue, showing me the white cream that was coating it. Then he closed his mouth and swished it around slowly in his mouth, savoring it like a fine wine. Finally he swallowed. "Delicious!" he said, then reverted back to his horny smirk while rising up to sit beside me on the couch. I checked out a few of the categories while waiting for the post-ejaculatory exhaustion to let up. A couple in particular really interested me: one was called "exhibitionism" and seemed to consist of videos of people answering the door naked for various visitors or else people having public sex or just walking around naked outdoors. Then I noticed one called "cuckholding," which was mainly people having sex with someone while their boyfriend watched or videoed. And my favorite category was called "watersports" and was something I've never seen before or even thought about. People literally drinking other people's piss. "People actually do that?" I asked my dad. "I can't imagine wanting to drink someone's piss." "Yes, they do," he responded, "and just based on your erection you may not be interested in drinking someone else's piss but you seem to really like the idea of someone drinking yours." I did my best to copy horny smirk. Then waited for a few seconds and told him, "Hell yeah! And something tells me I know someone who's going to be drinking my piss soon enough." Then I winked at him. Dad literally turned beet red, which I don't think I've ever seen him do before, and I knew I had found one of his big turnons. Oh this night was going to be fun! ---------- The next hour was spent on the sofa, surfing the porn site while I waited for the refractory period to end. I wasn't really sure how long I needed to wait, but I wanted to know if I could get at least an hour after cumming where I would last a little longer. My erection returned after about five minutes, but I wanted to see how long I could last after an hour, so I contented myself to just watching the porn videos with dad. I would periodically give a little tug to my dick just to feel how the stimulation felt, but I wasn't trying to edge myself because I didn't want to build close to climax. I liked the short videos. Give me a three minute long video every time over those thirty minute monsters. After all, I was just trying to see the menu to see what was on offer. I wasn't really trying to get a blow by blow account. I just wanted ideas to try. I would make comments to dad to guage his reaction. For the most part, I found that my father and I have similar interests because whenever I really liked something, he seemed to really like it too. The first video was kind of a dud, from my perspective. Dad first told me that I might try to only watch the videos that had a really high review. The site allowed users to rate each video, and dad's theory was that if a lot of guys really like a video then it's probably pretty hot. The first video was titled, "Beautiful twink takes raw load." It was the first time I saw anal sex being performed, but it just wasn't that hot to me. The model was indeed gorgeous - both the top and the bottom were exceptionally good looking, to be honest - but it just wasn't doing it for me. "This isn't that good," I told dad. He suggested that maybe I just don't like anal sex or I prefer watching anal sex with a condom, but I didn't think that was it. "The idea is hot, and I think I really like sex without a condom. It just doesn't seem real to me. Like, I am not convinced that these guys are really having sex," I told him. Dad suggested that I might prefer amateur porn, and that this was a clip from a professionally produced video. So I typed in "amateur bareback sex" and got a whole new set of hits. One in particular caught my eye. It was entitled "Palm Springs visitors share my ass 12/25". I smirked and looked over at dad. "Let's see what the neighbors have been up to." He chuckled in response. The scene began with a college aged kid adjusting a phone camera in a spacious bedroom. In the background, a mid-thirties guy was bent over on the bed, while another college aged stud was licking his hole with fervor. "Oh, I liked it when you did that to me" I told dad. "Just wait until I really rim you, that was just a quick taste" he responded. I looked over at him and winked, then returned to the film. There was about a minute of rimming, before the young stud mounted him doggy style and began pumping. The cameraman switched to a closeup of the pumping and it was only about a minute before I saw the stud stop thrusting and his balls tensed up. I noticed his ass pulsing. Dad quickly whispered, "he's shooting his cum into his ass and you can see the pulses." "I got it, Nathaniel," I retorted back, a little annoyed at him. But then the first stud pulled out and they switched positions. The cell phone got handed off and the cameraman took his place in the mounting position. During the handoff, we got a glimpse of the bottom's face. "Wait a second! Isn't that your neighbor, Mr. Harris?" Dad wasn't sure. "Pause it and go back a little," he told me. So we watched the handoff scene again and I paused right when the camera briefly went to his face. "It sure the fuck is!" Dad practically shouted. He reached over to my phone and favorited the video for safekeeping, then we continued watching. But I made a mental note to myself, "seduce Mr. Harris." The third video was an exhibitionism video. A young guy, looking to be about twenty years old, was with his friends. They were all laughing quietly, and they were mostly clothed except the young guy. He was peeking out the window. "He has a nice ass!" I told dad. Dad nodded in agreement. "You're not kidding." After a few seconds he closed the window and walked over to the door and opened it. There was a pizza man at the door and the guy received the pizza and handed the delivery guy the money while he stood there naked in the doorway. The delivery guy counted out his change, got his tip, and left. Afterwards he turned around and closed the door. He was soft but even soft you could tell that he was horse hung. Dad softly said, "Mmmm" at the sight. Then the friends clapped and cheered and the video ended. It quickly autoplayed another video which was titled something like, "Roommate kitchen flash" which was just a guy walking around naked in the kitchen while his clothed roommate cooked. It wasn't terribly exciting to me, so I used the opportunity to talk to dad about the pizza video. "Could we do something like the pizza video?" I asked him. I was pretty sure that I really liked the thought of being seen naked unexpectedly. It turns out that I wasn't the only one who had that thought. Dad had given a lot of thought to how he could do it legally. "The problem is that if they object we could get in a lot of trouble," dad told me. "So the trick is to get their consent. Check this out!" Here he jumped off the sofa and walked over to the end table and opened up the drawer. He pulled out a little plaque and handed it to me. "This is something I had made up because Ernesto is into this same scenario." (Ernesto is his current boyfriend, who I had not yet met.) The plaque was about six inches square. It had a black background, with prominent white lettering, which read: ATTENTION: THIS IS A NUDIST HOUSEHOLD. VISITORS WILL ENCOUNTER NUDITY. IF YOU ARE HERE AT OUR REQUEST AND WOULD LIKE US TO COVER UP BEFORE ANSWERING THE DOOR, PLEASE CALL OR TEXT (XXX) XXX-XXXX (The only difference is that the plaque had my dad's cell phone number on it, but I'm censoring the telephone number for obvious reasons). "Dad! You have to put that up!" I told him. "Oh I keep meaning to. But I want to put it up when Ernesto is here." he told me. "Hell no!" I responded. "Put it up now!" But dad protested. "If I put it up now then Ernesto will wonder why I put it up before he got here. He will think I'm cheating on him." I was getting angry. "I'm going to give you one more chance and if you don't do what I say I'm going to fuck you up!" I told him. Dad got his horny smirk and then after a few moments pause started walking over to the door, starting to peel off the adhesive backing along the way. "Wait! Stop!" I commanded. "You aren't going to go outside and put up that sign looking like that, are you?" I had been naked for quite some time, but dad still had his shorts and a t-shirt on. "How are you going to put up a sign that claims we are a nudist household while you're wearing a bunch of clothes? No one's going to take you seriously. Get naked, then go outside and put the sign on the door." Dad looked like he was going to protest, but he must have seen the look in my eyes that said I meant business. So without a word he stripped down. Then he opened the door just a crack and popped his head out, looking around. Satisfied that no one was watching him he went outside and put the sign on the door quickly then rushed back inside. -------- We watched more porn videos together after that until the hour mark approached. We primarily watched exhibitionism and cuckold videos. But right as the hour was approaching, I typed "gay drinks piss" into the porn site's search engine and we pulled up a video of drinking from the tap. I had one more surprise for dad tonight. It was something I had wanted to do since earlier in the evening when dad had shown me watersports porn. In preparation, I willed my dick soft by doing math tables in my head. When I was soft again, I told dad "It's time. Suck my cock again." Now dad didn't know that I was going to piss in his mouth. He just thought he was going to try to suck me off again to see how long I could last the second time around. So this was going to be a bit of a surprise for him, and I hoped that it didn't shock him into pulling back and making a mess. But I figured that the floors were hardwood anyway, so if Dad made a mess I would just have him clean it up. So thinking he is going to give me another blowjob, he moves down into position on the floor as I'm seated on the sofa. He starts slowly again at my balls. "No. Just get started on my cock!" I grunted at him. "But you're not hard yet," he responded. "That's ok. Suck me hard," I told him. So he moved his mouth into position on my soft cock, engulfing it completely with his mouth. He stared sucking, but I told him just to hold me in his mouth for a second, savoring the feeling of his son's cock in his mouth. "No matter what happens, don't take your mouth off my cock for even a second!" I warned him. He looked up at me kind of confused, but he wouldn't have to wait long. I had been holding a full bladder for the past half hour. I just started releasing. I was trying to let it out slowly, but this was my first time and I think it came fairly fast for him. I looked into his eyes as I pissed. Dad's initial reaction was a very shocked, wide-eyed expression as he realized what I was doing. But he responded quickly. I saw dad's throat frantically swallowing so my piss wouldn't overflow his mouth. He was a real pro at this, I thought. In the end, he swallowed it down completely without spilling a drop. I smirked at him and he smirked back. Then I noticed that he wasn't just smirking his right arm was tugging on his cock. He started to tense up, and I could tell that he was close. So I slapped him in the face again. "Not yet!" I told him. Don't you dare cum yet!" His hand stopped immediately. "No one told you to stop sucking my cock!" I told him. So he went back to his excellent blowjob performance. The long and the short of it is that cumming an hour prior definitely helped me to avoid shooting so fast the second time around. I got hard really quickly, but my balls didn't want to give up the nectar, for a little while at least. I think I lasted about ten minutes or so, which I was happy with given that my dad is practically a professional cocksucker. After I came a second time, I laid back on the sofa exhausted. I stayed that way for a few minutes while dad waited next to me for my next command. "Dude. I'm exhausted! I'm turning in," I told him. "But you still need to get off. So here's what you're going to do: You are going to call Ernesto over. Tell him I'm asleep. When he comes over, you can cum with him but you aren't to jack off. If he doesn't come over, you don't get off! Then you're going to convince him to spend the night. And tomorrow morning you're going to finally introduce me to your fucking boyfriend. You got it?" Dad smiled. I didn't have to tell him twice. Now Ernesto's visit? That's another story all in itself, but that will have to wait for another time.