Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 23:16:52 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Teaching My Son Part 8 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 Extra Warning: Things are turning up a notch in this part. If you are uncomfortable with reading about fathers and sons having intimate love and sex please stop, or at least be prepared. 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 8 From that day on, we became even closer. We would usually be naked in the house since there were only the two of us. I would grab his ass as he walks by and he would playfully pinch my nipples or grab my balls then run back to his room. I would chase after him and tackle him down, which would result in a wrestling match. Too bad he was getting stronger and more skillful every day and he was in top shape. More often than not he would be able to pin me after a vigorous match. We would both be panting and he would sit on top of me with a wicked grin on his face. "You are getting out of shape, dad! You need to work out more!" "No, son, you are getting stronger and at sixteen your body is in top shape!" He playfully squeezed by belly. "What is this, dad? You didn't have this a year ago!" "I'm getting older, Nick! That's what happens when you approach forty!" "Not if you go to the gym with me! I'll make sure you lose that belly!" "I'll pass, son. But if fucking you means I get more exercise, I'm ok with that!" He gave me a dirty look, but he was smiling as well. "I guess I got to give you more training then!" "Yeah? I'll give you more than you can handle!" I suddenly flipped him and pinned him down. He wasn't struggling, just looking at me with lustful and longing eyes. Both our cocks started getting hard and I used my knees to spread his legs while I pressed my cock at the entrance to his hole. I rubbed my cock up and down his groin area, smearing my precum all over his cock and balls. He moaned loudly. "That feels so good, dad." I chuckled. "I haven't even started!" "Put it in me, dad!" He whispered. I positioned my cock on his hole, looked deeply into his eyes and pushed in. I watched as his eyes rolled back and a satisfying expression appeared on his face. I started slow- fucking him, right on the living room floor. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me further in. I was so worked up I started fucking him faster and faster. "Fuck me hard, dad!" How could I resist? I lost all control at that point and started thrusting wildly. I was fucking like a mad man, at a frantic pace. I knew I couldn't last long but I didn't care. My son just asked me to fuck him hard! I've never fucked so hard before. With a woman you must always make sure you are gentle and not hurting her, but with a guy, you can let go of all inhibitions because you know he wants it as hard as you can give it. I gave him all I got that day. It didn't last long, but while it did, it was heaven. It was perfect in every way. When I was about to cum, I leaned down to kiss him and he kissed me back intensely. I could feel he was close too, from the way he was tensing up. I gave him one last thrust, pushing all the way in. I pressed my body on him, letting my entire body weight rest on his tight frame. While I shot balls deep into him, I could feel his own cock shooting against my stomach. His thick, hot cum rushed up our bodies and coated our stomach and chest, bonding us together. We were stuck, glued together by his essence. I held him that way forever, still kissing him while my cock finished pumping every drop into his ass. We were panting hard, all spent. From that day on, the entire house became our playground. I would fuck him, no, make love to him on the couch, on the floor, on the kitchen table, bent against the kitchen sink, in the shower, against the mirror over the bathroom sink, and of course, on the bed. You name it and we did it. We fucked like rabbits. We loved it. The outside world would not approve, for sure, but in our little world, we were in heaven. In public, we were close too. Others would comment on how close we were, how great that my son loves and adores me so much. They would tell stories of how rebellious theirs teenage kids are and we would just smile. If only they knew. I would usually hold him in front of me, one hand across his chest, the other ruffle his hair, which he hates because he spends a lot of time making sure it looks good. He would turn around and try to punch me playfully, and I would move away and try to grab him from behind. The others would then smile, shake their heads and walk on. We horse around like that a lot, but sometimes, Nick would get a little too excited and start to get hard. He would look at me lustfully and I had to remind him to remain discreet. He would smile knowingly, wait until we get home and then jump on me once we are in the door. He would ride me hard, right on the living room floor. So, things were great. I haven't had so much sex in my life, and we both tried to satisfy each other as much as possible. Usually no words are said. He would come in with a hard on and we would both get to work, and vice versa. At sixteen, his libido was stronger than mine and it was usually him who initiates things. I can swear my productivity dropped to almost nothing at that time. All I could think of was sex and every waking moment together was for love making. We couldn't be happier. There was, however, still one thing he wanted to do which we haven't done yet, and that was to fuck me. One night, after another intense session of lovemaking, he snuggled close to me and asked, "Dad, remember I asked you if you will let me fuck you and you said `maybe'?" "Yeah?" "So... will you?" I thought about it for a while. It's certainly new to me, but I've fucked him so much it would be hard to deny his one little wish. It's only fair, isn't it? "I guess I will, Nick, but you got to go slow because I've not put anything up my ass before!" "I will, dad! Don't worry!" He was so happy it's like he just won the lottery. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and applied it generously on my ass and in my hole. When his finger tried to enter me, it closed up tightly. It was so sensitive. "It's so tight, dad!" He was visibly excited. I'm sure he was anticipating how good it would feel pushing into that tight hole. It took him a long time to loosen that hole, but he was patient. He kept pushing and wiggling his finger in me until I loosen up and he could slip in another. After a long while, my body finally got used to having two fingers and he was ready to try his cock. By the way, he has grown another couple of inches down there. He's now seven inches and quite thick. We both have thick cocks and his really looks like mine, just a slightly smaller, smoother version of mine. Mine has more veins and his looks smooth, like a tube. By the time he's done with puberty I'm sure he will be at least as big as me. He positioned his cock against my hole. He looked at me in anticipation. He was already breathing hard. I've never seen him so excited. "Dad, I've wanted to do this for years, not as long as I've wanted you to fuck me, but still, it's been a while. Remember you asked me what I fantasize about? I said it's mostly you fucking me hard, but the rest of the times, I think about fucking you." His voice was trailing off, as if in a dream. His eyes were glassy; it was like he was in his own fantasy and he couldn't believe he was actually doing it. "Well, you got what you wanted, stud. Now push it in." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath but didn't move. It was as though he wanted to cherish this moment forever. Then, he bit his lips and pushed. It hurt, and there was a lot of resistance, but I hanged on. I wanted my son to have a great experience and didn't want my pain to stop him. However, he saw me wince and was concerned. "Am I hurting you, dad?" "It's painful, but I can take it." He looked me deep in the eyes, with so much love. "I don't want to hurt you, dad. We don't have to do this." "It's ok, son, it's not too bad." He started pushing in some more, paying close attention to my reaction. It was uncomfortable, but after struggling a bit he finally managed to get his cock head in. We both sighed. "The worst is over. Now it should get better." He nodded. Watching his handsome face in such intense pleasure was exciting to me. He was in uncharted territory. His face was red; he was biting his lips. There was intense concentration on his face. It was like he was trying to savor every moment. He slowly pushed the rest of his cock in, inch by inch. It was agonizing yet intensely arousing. By that time I was getting used to his cock in me and I started relaxing. Suddenly his cock head touched something in me which made my body jerk. Nick felt it and opened his eyes. There was a wicked grin on his face. "I hit your prostate, didn't I?" "You surely did." I was breathless. I know about prostate massages but I've never had one. I didn't know it was that intense. "Why do you think I like to be fucked by you so much?" He was smiling broadly now. "Hang on, dad, I'm going to give you the ride of your life!" I braced myself. His sixteen year old body was in perfect shape. His youthful energy was boundless. If he says he's going to give me the ride of my life, I better believe it. I closed my eyes and squeezed my muscles tight in anticipation of what was to come. He started thrusting in me hard, jabbing my prostate with every push. I knew he did it intentionally. He wanted to make me feel good, but he also wanted to torture me. There is this constant competition between us, what with wrestling and stuff. He is at the point where he can truly beat me. His body is at his prime while mine is going downhill. When we wrestle, it's always a fierce match. He would win by just a hair, and when he does, he is so proud. He has been wrestling with me since he was six, and after ten years, he's finally able to really beat me. He would be so happy he would almost cry. And now, he has my body totally under his command, and he is enjoying every second. He is going to have his fun with me. I am certain he is going to fuck me so thoroughly I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Luckily it's Friday night. He kept going on and on. I had no idea how long has passed. I wasn't even sure where I was or who I was. I was transported to another world where there was only fucking and nothing else. All I could feel was his cock pumping into me, relentlessly jabbing my prostate. I was moaning and yelling so loudly I was thinking who the hell is screaming like that. It was like an out of body experience. After being probed for hundreds of times, I couldn't stand it any longer. I cried out "I'm cumminggggggg!" and shot a huge load all over my chest and stomach. I didn't even touch my cock; it was entirely involuntary. It kept jerking and pumping shot after shot of cum on my body. Nick didn't stop though. He kept pumping me just as hard, if not harder. I wanted to cry out in agony. His forceful jabbing at my prostate caused my cock to pump more cum, until I could shoot no more. The last drop dribbled from my cock and I was totally spent. I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry. I don't know why. It was so intense and otherworldly. Finally, I had to beg Nick to stop, because I was so sensitive after I came, but he didn't. He gave me another wicked grin and said, "Dad, you never stopped when I came, so why should I? You are going to take it like a man!" He was totally enjoying getting back at me. I was under his command. I was skewered on his cock and there was nothing I could do. I just endured more of his fucking. Fortunately, after seeing me cum, he was getting more aroused. He started pumping faster, breathing hard. He was sweating now; droplets of sweat from his face and chest landed on me, mixing with my cum. He was looking at me with lust, smiling as he looked at my face twisted with agony. I love this boy so much, yet I also hated him at that moment for torturing me like that. I secretly swore I would get back to him. My ass was burning from the hard fucking, and my cock was brought back to life prematurely due to the prostate massage. No, more like prostate assault. As it slowly rose back to attention, it was still weak and sensitive from the climax earlier. Nick smiled when he saw that. He pumped even faster, reaching a frantic pace. And to torture me more, he reached down and started jerking me like crazy. I almost yelped in pain. My cock was so sensitive and his grip was so strong and rough I couldn't stand it. I raised my hand to stop him, but he grabbed it with his other hand and held me down. "You are going to cum with me again, dad!" He said menacingly. I have never heard him talk like that. He has turned into another person. With a determined look on his face, he jerked me and fucked me wildly. My whole body was on fire and I was about to explode. It was so scary because everything was out of control. I felt like my body was reaching its limit and I was about to pass out. He looked at my face intensely. When he felt it was time, he thrust deep in me, pumping a heavy load into me while jerking me until my own cum flew out. I already shot a big load just minutes ago so there were only a few drops, but he kept pumping me, milking every drop out of me. When I was totally dry, he still didn't let go of my cock. He kept squeezing and milking it from the root to the tip. I was in so much agony I was practically whimpering and panting. "Please... stop..." I begged, groveled. I was so breathless I couldn't even say it beyond a whisper. Nick gave me one last look, fully satisfied. He finally let go of my cock and pulled out of me. I just collapsed on the bed, catching my breath. I've never felt so used, so spent. He straddled my chest and milked out the last few drops from his own cock, and watched his cum mixing with mine. Then, he bent down and licked everything off, cleaning me out. He then lay down next to me, his head on my chest, and slowly played with my chest hair, all meshed up in our cum and his spit. He looked up at me and asked, "Did you like that, dad?" "I swear I was having a heart attack just now." I said breathlessly. "If you ever do that again..." "...then what?" He looked at me with his mischievous eyes. "Then... I'll... fuck you twice as hard!" We laughed. "Bring it on, dad!" I don't remember any more of that night because I totally passed out.