Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2011 01:49:42 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Son Toby

I am sending this story of father/son erotica for your consideration. This
is my first erotic story. For any other info please feel free to contact me
at any time. My name is Rob.

This is a work of fiction. I am the author. My first sexual experience was
with an adult male neighbour when I was ten. Though my experience was not
traumatic to me it is impossible to advocate sexual play with a minor. I
would love to hear what my readers think and can be contacted at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com


My Son Toby - the first time


My son toby is ten and the light of my life. He has the most perfect smile;
bright and shining. With a cute perfect pink body and a boyish smooth form
- everytime I gaze at his nude body splashing in the bath or running around
bareassed my heart skips a beat.
     Its just the two of us. His mother went off to find herself and
discovered that she is the bride of Bloomingdales. Go figure.
     Toby and I live in a small house at the end of a cul-de-sac with lots
of privacy and a small wooded area off the backyard just beyond the wading
pool. In the summer I'll lay in the warm water while my kid snorkels or
pretends to fish or hunts for imaginary sharks. My boy gets his moneys
worth out of a pool.
     Things changed one night after he had gone to bed. I had wrapped a
dime in tissue paper and headed into his room playing tooth fairy.
     As I pulled the tooth from under his pillow making the switch he
turned towards me.
     "Geeze, dad, are you ever big!" He gasped.
     My eyes looked down. Only wearing a loose t-shirt it never occurred my
son would wake up and catch sight of his old mans swinging hairy meat. I
stammered for a moment something unintelligible then cleared my throat.
"You're supposed to be asleep", I whispered.
     "I'm waiting to see the tooth fairy".
     "Well she won't come if you're not asleep". I straightened up then
realized as I continued to gaze at him that my crotch hovered over his
face. Great - now what.
     "Do all puppies get that hairy?"
     "Yeah. Eventually. When you're a man". I reached down and ruffled his
hair. "Go to sleep so the tooth fairy can come".
     I left the room knowing full well his eyes were studying my hairy
cheeks. As the door was closed I knew that I was going to be peppered with
questions in the morning.
     And I was. The usual ones: will mine get that big, will I get that
hairy, how long before I start to get hair. I answered as nonchalantly as
possible trying not to give too much weight to any of his queries and
attempting to appear comfortable when I was anything but.
     I went through my work day feeling somewhat disoriented. Maybe I
should be nude more often so my kid could get used to the idea of what a
man looks like or perhaps should be certain never to be naked in front of
him again - at least until he had begun his own body forestation. It was a
long tense work day.
     Picking him up from daycare we picked up dinner at the drive-thru and
by the time we got home had pretty well finished the meal. We played toss
in the backyard and then a video game before his bathtime.
     "Okay, buddy", I began turning off the set. "You get ready and I'll
run the bath".
     Rinsing the tub out I the plugged the basin and began to fill the
tub. Toby bounded into the bathroom his little puppy flopping as he got up
to the tub.
     "Can we have a bath together?"
     I sat back on the toilet seat. "Now why would you want to do that?"
     He climbed into the water pulling his plastic tug boat near the
running waterfall from the faucet. "It'll be fun. Come on, daddy. We can
play battleships".
     "I think I'll just watch". But I was smiling at the thought. Guess dad
and son in the tub wouldn't be so bad at that.
     "Please, daddy, come on. I'll let you use the blue boat". He held up
his favourite water toy.
     What the hell, I thought, why not?  As I undid my belt and kicked off
my shoes I stripped while my buddy watched in undisguised fascination a
smile of sheer delight on his beatific face.
     I eased myself down into the warm water at the back of the tub. Toby
handed over the boat as though bathing with his dad was the most natural
thing. We played on the high sees - my plastic animal ark and his tug boat
ruling the high seas, vanquising pirates and undersea monsters and
surviving the tidal waves caused by our swooshing hands. We played until
the water cooled.
     As the plug was pulled the boots were moored back on the sill of the
porcelain. I sat on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped clumsily about my
waist as I tried my young neptune.
     "You know I really like your puppy", toby said as I towelled his
shoulders.
     My face felt warm as I chose to ignore his prying gaze. A quick check
confirmed that my towel was open revealing my flaccid uncut log. The warm
water had relaxed the meat to its longest softness.
    "I want mine to look just like yours".
     "I'm sure one day it will". The towel moved down his back as he faced
me.
     "What does it feel like?"
     Before I could even digest that question he placed the meat in both
his hands. I was stunned. Here was my little captain feeling up his daddy.
     Moving his hands away I told him it was not appropriate.
     "Why not? I just want to feel your puppy is all".
     "You don't just grab a guys puppy without even asking". Ya, I
know. Dumb thing to say.
     Toby looked at me very seriously. "Can I touch your puppy, daddy?"
     "No. Boys don't touch their daddys puppes".
     He was non-plussed. "Why not?"
     "Cause they don't".
     "Even when they want to?"
     "Even then". I picked up the towel and continued.
     Toby grabbed me again squeezing as he held on. "But I like your
puppy. You're so big. It feels neat!".
     I let the towel go as I rested a hand on his shoulder. "Toby..." I
began in a firmer tone of voice.
     But I was too late.
     "Holy cow!" Toby gasped as the mast quickly rose. His little hands
squeezed the engorged pole causing my knob to tingle. "Geeze!"
     As my eyes gazed down at the thick stalk his fingers slid the foreskin
back revealing the purple knob. The tiny hands felt wonderful as they
explored. I should make him stop. This is wrong. I knew it. Everyone knows
it. But those fingers pulling, prodding, squeezing felt so damn good.
    "Are you gonna pee?"
     A drop of pre-cum was oozing out of my piss-slit.
     "It's not pee. It's something else. Something men make when they get
hard". Hell, how do you explain cum to a kid.
     "Can I see?"
     I didn't understand the question until his tiny tongue began to lick
the knob.
     Oh, fuck, I was going to hell fast. Here was the love of my life, my
sweet son, having a good lick of my knob. A sweet young mouth slurping up
his dads juices. My head filled with heat as I began to unleash spurting
gobs of cum onto tobys startled mouth.
     My hand held tha back of my sons head until I was done.
     The guilt would come. The questions would seem endless. But for now I
was luxuriating in the moment. My boy. My cum. That sweet mouth.