Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2011 03:40:23 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Teaching My Son Part 2 This is a fictional story describing sexual acts between a father and son, who is a minor. If this offends you, read no further. If you like it, let me know at ng.ben9@gmail.com More stories on my Google Group, http://groups.google.com/group/bens-sexual-adventures All rights reserved. Do not repost or redistribute in any way. Teaching My Son Part 2 So, right after I taught him to masturbate, I notice he jerks off a lot in his room. Basically, from the time he got home from school until dinner, that's what he is doing. I know this because he moans in his room. I can hear him breathing hard and when he cums, he gasps and yells. I have to remind him to be discreet. "But dad, I can't control it! It feels so good I just make those sounds!" "Right, but can you tone it down a bit? I can hear you from the living room and the home office." I work at home so I spend a lot of time with Nicky. It doesn't help that my home office is right next to his room. In fact, the only thing separating my desk to his bed is a thin wall. His face went red. "I'll try, dad." For the next couple of days, I can tell he was trying to be quiet, but I could still tell he was jerking off. Those shallow breaths, stifled moans and the long sighs that signal his final release all transmitted through the wall. It is impossible to concentrate on work while someone is making sex sounds three feet from you. However, I didn't want to tell him off again; he was making an effort to be quiet, after all. But I got to figure out a way to make this work. "Hey big boy, can we talk?" I knocked on his door one day after I heard his sigh of relief, knowing he was done. "Yeah, dad?" I opened the door and saw that he was still naked with cum on his stomach. He didn't bother to clean up. I did give him a few minutes before I knocked. "Um... Nicky," I sat on his bed, "I know you are trying to be quiet, but I can still hear you from the next room. The wall is thin." Nick frowned. "I was trying to be as quiet as possible, dad!" "I know. I noticed. But since our rooms are next to each other and your bed is against the wall, I guess I can still hear you even if you are really quiet. So we got to work something out." "How?" "Can you do it in the bathroom? It's on the other side so it should be ok." "But that's uncomfortable!" "Yeah, I know. But daddy is trying to concentrate to work, and I can't concentrate if I hear you moaning and sighing." "Dad, do you jerk off too?" I was a startled for one second. "Yes, I do, all guys do. Why?" "If we both do it, why can't we do it together? I don't want to hide!" "I'm not asking you to hide. Just... do it somewhere so I don't hear you." "I don't want to do it in the bathroom! It's uncomfortable!" "Ok. Then how about we set a time to do it, then when you finish, I can work and you can do your homework?" "Yeah! We can do it together?" "No, not together. Just set a time so that we both can do what we want." "But I do it more than once! I rest a little then I do it again!" "Well, don't do it too much, son. Once a day is good." "Why?" "Because..." I don't know. When I was young I did it two to three times a day. I'll be a hypocrite if I ask my son to do it once. "Well, I guess it's ok to do it more than once. But how can daddy work if Nicky is always moaning next door?" He seemed to be in deep thought. "How about... if you take a break from work you tell me and I'll start? Then when you finish taking a break I will finish also and you can go back to work?" "That's actually a very good idea, Nick. Let's do that." So, for the next few days, I am able to concentrate on work. When my eyes grow tired from looking at the monitor, I would take short breaks and knock on his door to let him know he can start. I would go to the kitchen and get myself some coffee while I sit on the couch in the living room. And because he knows he's not disturbing me at work, he is not being quiet. He would squeal and whimper as he climaxes. My cock would inevitably get hard. I try not to think of my son sexually, but hearing his moans so close from me, I couldn't help but respond. On some days, I would forget to knock on his door because I would be so focused on work I lost track of time. He would wait patiently for half an hour or so and then come to the home office, his hand grabbing his crotch. "Dad!" He said in his whining voice. "I'm sorry Nick! I was so focused at work I lost time." "Dad, this is not working! I want to jerk off!" "You really can't do it in the bathroom?" "No! I want to lie on my bed to do it! It's more comfortable!" I sighed. How should I make this work? I can't always remember to remind him to jerk off! This is ridiculous! "Dad, can you please come over?" "What's up Nick?" I followed him to his room. He lay on his bed and started jerking off. "What do you want me to see, Nick?" He didn't reply but kept jerking. After about five minutes he shot all over his stomach. "Look, dad, it's white and thick!" "Yes, Nick, that's perfectly normal." "But the first couple of times are watery and transparent!" "Yes, it changes. But from now on it should be white and thick." "Really?" "Yeah. Alright, I need to get back to work." I turned to leave. "Wait, dad!" "What?" "Can you show me how you do it? I want to see what a man's looks like!" "I told you no. Fathers and sons don't do that!" "Why not? You taught me to jerk off, why can't you show me?" "I just... please... jerking off should be private, not something you do with others!" That was kind of a lie too. I jerked off with my buddies when I was a teenager. God, I felt like such a hypocrite. I didn't want to linger so I left and went back to work. However, I was aroused see him jerk off. I tried not to, but the images would not leave. I couldn't concentrate on work, so I decided to jerk off myself. I tried to be as quiet as possible but indeed the walls are thin. "Dad! Are you jerking off in there?" I jumped. Nick was at the door; he has opened it without knocking and I had not locked it. Typically I don't lock my office so that if Nick needed me, he could find me. I was caught red-handed, by my son. "Er... yeah... I guess so." I quickly put away my cock but I could see my son's eyes were glued on it. "I want to see it!" He came over and put his hands on my waist and thigh, inches away from my cock. My cock jumped at the touch. "Please, Nick, I told you we shouldn't do this." "Come on, dad, you saw mine! It's not fair!" "Why do you want to see it so much?" "I want to see a man's cock! And I want to see how I'd look like when I grow up!" Fair enough, I thought. I was curious myself when I was his age. I shouldn't deny my son his curiosity, should I? I slowly slipped my pants down, revealing my eight inch hard on. "Wow! It's so big!" His eyes bulged. He immediately reached out his hand to grab it. "Wait, I said..." I tried to push away his hand with mine, but he was already stroking me up and down, and my whole body trembled. It felt so good to have someone else's hand on my cock. I have not had that since my wife left me three months ago. Instead of pushing it away, my hand grabbed his and stopped him. I was breathing hard. "Please..." I sounded more like pleading than asking. I looked at Nick and his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he just found the most fascinating toy in the world. "Dad, it feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does. But..." "I felt so good when you touched me too! I want to make you feel good too!" His other hand started rubbing my cock head and I moaned so loudly. Both of his hands are now on my cock, his right hand on my shaft, which I was holding in place, and his left is now circling my cock head, rubbing my precum all around. I couldn't stand it anymore. In the three months after Nick's mom left, I have only been jerking off late at night. I craved someone's touch and Nick's touch was driving me wild. I lost it. My hand slowly let go while my mind went on overdrive. I kept telling myself I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't stop it. It felt so good. Seeing that I no longer resist, Nick started jerking me off quickly. His left hand kept rubbing my cock head and his right kept stroking me up and down. I was so aroused I was beyond help. I could only throw my head back and enjoy the stimulation. It didn't take me long to climax, given how turned on I was. I started groaning loudly and shooting volley after volley of cum all over my chest and stomach. I haven't had such a powerful orgasm for so long. "Wow, there is so much!" Nick exclaimed, clearly amazed. He dipped his fingers in my pool of cum and rubbed around my stomach and chest. "It's so sticky!" He chuckled, now using both his hands to play with my cum as if it was the funniest thing in the world. He looked so innocent. I felt guilty for letting things progress this way. He looked up at me with the brightest smile I've seen. "Did you feel good?" His piercing eyes looked straight at me, wanting to know if he did his father proud. "Yes, I feel great!" I smiled at him, wanting him to know he did a great job. "Can we do it again?" "I don't know, son. Fathers and sons don't usually do that together." "But I want to! There's only you and me here. No one will know!" "You got to keep this secret, ok? You can't tell anyone, not even your best bud!" "I promise, dad. Can we do it again?" I looked at his innocent face. I didn't want to disappoint him. I know how much he wanted it and I'm definitely not abusing or coercing him, so I didn't see the harm. "As long as you don't tell anyone, yes. But if you tell anyone, we will both be in big trouble." "I promise I won't tell anyone!" He said excitedly. Finally he got what he wanted. "Can we do it again now?" He smiled.