Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 11:57:20 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Teaching My Son Part 9 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 9 When I woke up the next day, it was noon. Although my mind was awake, my body was aching all over. It was as if I was paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn't move my body. What happened last night was brutal; it was more than my almost forty year old body could bear. "Nick..." I called out weakly. He was not around. "Dad, you finally woke up?" Nick peeked into my room from the doorway. "I can't move..." He looked at me, concerned. He quickly came to me and started squeezing my arms, body and legs. "Do you feel anything?" "Yeah, I can feel your touch, but I can't move. It's like I ran a double marathon." "Oh come on, dad! I was doing most of the work last night and you don't see me lying in bed!" "You are sixteen; I'm going to be forty!" He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "Dad, you have always been my hero growing up. I admire you. I always wanted to be big like you!" He traced the outline of every muscle on my body lovingly, like he was appreciating an art piece. "You are almost as tall as me now. You'll be bigger than me in no time! Hell, you are already stronger than me!" "I've wanted this moment for years, but now that I'm here, I want to turn it back!" He lay on top of me, pressing his body on mine. "I don't want you to grow old. You are always that strong, superhero dad in my heart." That was so touching. "I'm not perfect, son, and I'm not a superhero." "You are... you are. I never expected you to love me back this way. I know I was twisted. I expected you to reject me but you didn't. You let me do all these things to you because you love me, even though you didn't feel comfortable with it." "I didn't feel comfortable before, but you convinced me otherwise." I smiled down at him. "Thank you, dad." He just continued to lie on top of me, and I wrapped my hands around him. We stayed that way for a while. As you can see, we were as close as fathers and sons could be, and more. Thinking back, it sounded deviant and crazy that we did all those things together, but everything evolved over several years, and I wouldn't have done anything differently if I could do it again. At this point, we stopped worrying what the world would think. We trust each other that it will be our secret that we would take to our graves. We were free to express our love freely in any way after that. Sometimes we would fuck each other. Other times we would suck each other, or jerk off together. Nick insisted that I go to the gym with him. He said I had to keep up with him. I did, and it was good to have my son as my gym buddy. He kept me on my toes and made me train hard. He especially focused on my belly and made me work hard to get rid of it. I was glad that after months of training my abs came back. Sometimes people in the gym would say we look like brothers and we would laugh. Indeed I don't look or act like his father. We are more like equals. By the way, that day I was only exhausted in bed. It took me a while to gather my strength but it finally came back. It was also another reason why I decided to work out with Nick. My stamina and strength were deteriorating quickly after I reached thirty-five. I didn't notice it until I had sex with Nick on a regular basis. As my body became fit, I was enjoying sex with Nick more. When he fucks me, I still feel like getting the wind knocked out of me because it was so intense. He really fucks hard, but I have grown to love every second of it. When I fuck him, I try to fuck hard too, but never as intense as Nick can. There is still a big difference between a sixteen year old and an almost forty year old body. But what I lack in strength I excel in experience. I would vary my technique so much that by the time it's almost over, he would beg me to finish him off. Sometimes I intentionally edge him, not letting him cum, which drives him crazy. As time passed, we had sex on a daily basis. He never got a girlfriend, or even a boyfriend. I was starting to worry about him. He may be too attached to me that he was not finding someone his age. I encouraged him to branch out, to get to know more people, but he said he was happy with me. Besides, it was difficult for him to find someone since many guys in the high school were homophobic. It was not easy to know who was gay, and even more risky to start a relationship. I understood what it was like and encouraged him to continue looking. Soon, he was seventeen and it was time for him to graduate. I was ecstatic that he was the valedictorian. He was smart like that. I still remember bargaining with him to get all A's by letting him sleep with me when he was eleven. We laughed at that for a moment. When he went on stage to present his speech, I was so filled with emotions. He specifically thanked me, saying that I was his hero and idol, and that my love for him inspired him to outperform himself. He mentioned that we were really close and wrestled together since he was six. He talked about how happy he was when he could finally beat me, and he said life was like that. You must have a goal, a target to beat, and when you finally beat it, you strive for a higher goal. He said now he makes me go to gym with him so I can be a better opponent to him. Everyone laughed. He made a great point, but of course both of us know he left out so many details. Before he finished his speech, he winked at me and I winked back. The first thing he did when he got off stage was to run towards me and hug me tightly. Tears were running down his face and my eyes were wet too. No one else noticed, but he was pressing his cock on my thigh and it was getting hard. I whispered in his ear, "Dude, wait till we get home!" and we both smiled. When we got home, we immediately stripped. I was so proud of him and I let him know that. We hugged for a long time, not a sexual hug, but an emotional one. When we broke apart, Nick said, "Dad, I want to make you feel really good today. Just relax and let me handle the rest." I smiled, leaned back and let him do the work. Nick lovingly massaged my entire body, from head to toe. He has never done that to me before, and I felt so good I almost dosed off. I was so relaxed. When he finished with my feet, he came back up to my cock. It was rock hard by then. He gave it a couple of tugs then sucked me hard. He was creating a powerful suction with his mouth, which was so stimulating. When he got me nice and wet, he straddled me and sat on my cock. He has done it before, but this time, with the full body massage, I was so relaxed I didn't feel the rush to climax. I let him slowly ride me while I continued to drift off to la-la land. When I opened my eyes occasionally, I would see him looking at me, smiling. He was feeding off how much I enjoyed myself. I smiled back and urged him on. I closed my eyes again, trying to imagine myself drifting at sea, completely relaxed. When I did, I could feel pleasure not only from my cock, but from my entire body. It was like a Zen moment. Ever so slowly, I felt my cock getting harder and my cum rising, but it was a full sensation. It's like a full body orgasm. It was so powerful, like a wave, a tsunami washing over me. When I came, my whole body convulsed and shot deeply into Nick. My hips were thrusting upward involuntarily. It was so intense. I opened my eyes and smiled to Nick. "That was amazing!" "I know. I saw how much you enjoyed it. You were in another world!" "Totally. What about you? You need to get off?" "Don't you worry about me, dad. I want to make this special for you." He bent down and kissed my forehead. That night, we did more together. He insisted on making me feel good and wouldn't let me move a finger. I was in heaven. It was one of the most memorable days I've had. What a wonderful kid I have. So, the story between me and my son is almost over. The only piece of the puzzle left is his future. I want to know my kid would get to a good university and get a good job after that, and more importantly, find someone his age who would love him for the rest of his life. That didn't happen until he went to college and lived in a dorm. Of course I missed him and all the sex, but just like him, I need to move on too. Perhaps it's time for me to find someone my own age as well, someone who loves me and I love for the rest of my life.