Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2015 22:01:38 -0500 From: Mike Yonge Subject: What is a Father to do Gay incest DISCLAIMER: This is a story out the fantasy that is my mind. It is a story that deals with homosexual material. Sometimes in my stories people do things that in today's culture are not necessarily wise, such as having unprotected sex, or having someone take your picture or video of you having sex. My stories are just that: stories. They are not meant to be used as a guide for life If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well...Though frankly if homosexual material offends you I can't understand why you would be here in the first place. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. To see other stories I have written check the Author's List for Mike Yonge If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: myonge1@hotmail.com One other thing. The good folks at Nifty.org work hard to bring you these stories. Without a site like Nifty none of our stories would ever reach you. So if you have enjoyed reading at this site, please if you can send in a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. Thank you Mike Chapter 1 My son and I were alone. I looked back at the gravesite of my wife as we drove away in the limousine. I hugged my boy close as he sobbed into me. Up till a week ago we really didn't have a care in the world, now our world had completely collapsed. Oh it is not as though we didn't have rough spots and disagreements along the way, every couple, every family has those. But we were a happy family. We, all of us were close and for the most part open with each other. My heart was breaking as we drove back to the house, to spend time with our family and friends. My parents and in-laws had put a buffet for after the funeral. Ryan, I knew would just as soon be anywhere but there. To answer questions, to have people fawning over him. He wanted to just go to his room and be alone. I convinced him that it was just for the afternoon and to stay with me. Ryan was always a quiet lad, a bit of a loner. He had friends at school but he preferred to be by himself or with us. As a result some people 'wondered' about him. Actually about a month before her accident my wife had said one night in bed. "Ted, I think Ryan might be gay." I hadn't really noticed anything different about my son but I guess a mother notices these things. "We must never let him think there is anything wrong with that Ted. He has to know we love him no matter what." That was all we got to talk about on the subject. Life went on and then she was gone. One morning I woke up and she had died in the night. One of those "freak" things as the doctor described it. An otherwise healthy young woman had a massive heart attack in her sleep. The autopsy showed nothing. She was healthy... there were no anomalies in her system, blood, body that would have indicated anything out of the ordinary, but she was still dead. The next few days and weeks both flew by and seemed like an eternity all at once. Endless forms and paperwork had to be dealt with. Mum and Dad bless them stayed for a couple weeks to help us go through Shana's clothes and things. I had to go to her office and clean things out there. It was probably the most horrible time of my life. But as with everything, things start to settle down, and after my folks left we started to get back into a routine. From the first night after the accident though Ryan started getting nightmares. I would take him into bed with me, and that seemed to calm him down. My Father thought it was in his words " a little hinky" to have my son sleeping with me. But I stopped his comments to my son. "Dad, he just lost his mother right here at home. If sleeping with me helps him deal with the nightmares he is having because of that then that is what he has to do. And you will not say anything to him about it." My Dad just shrugged. I knew he was a bit upset with me but he agreed and nothing more was said on the matter. That was all that was said and when they finally left Ryan stayed in my bed . We talked about it but he just wasn't ready. He would try to sleep in his own bed but always ended up in mine... He was terrified that I would die too, and while it wasn't logical, he needed to be with me. To tell the truth the feel of his warm body in my bed gave me some comfort too. So I would tuck him into my bed at night so that when I came to bed he would be there, usually sound asleep. As soon as I got into bed he would snuggle right up to me, with an arm over my belly and often his head on my chest. I would hold him to me with my arm down his back. That would be how we would start out each night until one or the other or both of us would move as people do in the course of a night. One night I awoke to this wonderful feeling in my groin. Much like when I had my wet dreams way back. I was dreaming that Shana was ... and that was when I woke up and realized that Ryan's hand had moved down so that it was on top of my cock, which was now hard as rock and his fingers were sort of curled around it holding it through the fabric of my shorts. It felt so intense. He wasn't doing anything, his fingers would twitch every now and then, sending shock waves up and down the shaft. He just lay there sleeping... holding my cock. I gently moved his hand back to my belly. He stirred slightly but never woke up... me however, it took me a while to get back to sleep. The next several nights the same thing happened, I would wake up feeling his hand gently curled around my very erect member. I would gently move it away and go back to sleep. He would stir and mutter something unintelligible in his sleep and drift off again. One night after it happened again and I had moved his hand, I was just drifting off again. (You know that beautiful state between sleep and wakefulness, you are not really asleep but you are also not really awake. It is just that uber-delicious state of floating between the two), Well anyway... I was in that place, when I felt Ryan's hand move back down to take hold of my cock again. As he took hold of it I distinctly heard him sigh and mutter "I love you Dad" and then he seemed to snuggle in more if that was possible and he was gone. I froze. I didn't know what to do. I put my hand on top of his and the next thing I knew it was morning. My hand was still on top of his, and his was still curled around my cock. I must have been so sleepy or out of it that I had fallen back asleep before moving his hand away. I gently moved his hand and slid out of bed. When we ate breakfast later, I asked him how he slept. "Great Dad, it feels so good to be beside you. I haven't had a nightmare for a long time." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was having a 'nightmare' of my own. That night was Friday so Ryan stayed up late and we both went to bed together. As we got into bed he hit me with a thunderbolt. I lay on my back as usual and he snuggled in, with his head in the small of my shoulder. I had my arm around him holding him close. It felt good, I have to admit. "Dad?" "Yes?" "Am I gay?" "W...what?" I felt a cold sweat break out all over me. At the same time I felt him tense up "Well son do you think you are gay?" "I'm not sure Dad, but a guy at school keeps calling me fag and fairy boy, but I don't know why. So am I gay?" "Ok... is this kid hurting you?" "No he is just a grade ten jerk, I don't see him that much, usually in the 'caf' then if I am in his way he tells me to get out of his way and calls me fag or fairy boy" "Well son, I don't know how to answer you. Maybe you are gay. That's ok. Maybe you are not and that's ok too... whatever the case just know that I love you either way." He hugged me close and kissed me on my cheek "I love you dad" I continued though... the thought of my son being harassed by some school bully didn't sit well with me. "this guy at school, does he just pick on you? He is a bully Ryan and if he is bullying you we have to do something about it." "No dad, he isn't bothering me that much it is just well... why is he calling me 'fairy boy'. Do I do something that makes him think I'm gay?" "I don't know son but if it continues on you have to let me know and I will do something about it." I hugged him tighter to me. "I just don't want him to get mad at me if you, you know come to the school. He will know I told you" "We'll have to figure something out, but we can't have him bullying you" We lay there for some time in our own thoughts I guess, before he suddenly started again. "Dad?" My heart skipped a beat... 'oh no, what now?' I thought. "I think I might be gay." "Really? Why do you think that?" "Well I think boys and men are really cool even Ed, the guy giving me trouble at school. I mean I get uh.. well you know, excited when I am with boys... like in the gym or at the pool. But I don't feel that way about girls." "Ok" I said not knowing what else to say. In a softer voice he added, "I really like being with you in bed Dad, and sometimes it makes me feel like... uh... well sexy? You know?" "Oh boy" I thought but I said "Really? Well I don't know but maybe it is just the age you are in right now. I like having you in bed too Ryan. I'm glad it is helping you with your nightmares..." I felt myself go into a rambling state because I was totally out of my league here and knew it. So I stopped talking. There was silence again for several minutes. "Dad?" "Yeah?" "I can ask you anything right?" "Yes son and I will try to answer as best I can" "Well uh, my penis... well how big will it get? I let out a nervous chuckle. "Well every guy is different son. You are small in build like your Mom so maybe you will not grow as big a penis as some other guys who are bigger than you." I was sweating bricks now. Nobody warned me about questions like this! I could tell he was mulling over what I just told him. "How big is your penis dad?" he asked. "Well it's about average I guess" waffling my answer. "Well did you ever measure it? Mine is five and a half inches now." Another nervous chuckle or giggle. "Uh well mine is about seven and a half" "Wow Dad!" he said.. then he asked in almost a whisper. "Can I see it big?" "Oh fuck"I thought what do I say? "Maybe sometime son,,, but now we have to get to sleep." He looked like he was about to challenge me but thought better of it. He snuggled in again with an arm over my belly he pulled me close. "I love you Dad" he said and closed his eyes. Not four inches away from his arm lay my very erect cock. I could feel it oozing some precum. That night as the last several I woke to his hand on my erection. Like the previous night for some reason I didn't move his hand but put mine on top of it. We were still in that position when I woke the next morning. Thing about all this that I found even more distressing was that it actually felt good to have his hand on my cock. I mean it felt real good. What on earth was the matter with me? I couldn't stop thinking about what was happening in my bed every night. Was it because I was missing my wife, or was I some kind of sick pervert? The next night it all went a step further. I have a mixture of underwear in my drawers, boxer briefs and just plain boxers. As we all know boxers are a much looser fit. Most of mine are also older so they really fit loose. I like them because of that actually. I would go commando but Shanna had drilled that out of me pretty quick. And now that Ryan was sleeping with me at night I didn't figure I could sleep 'in my altogether' so I wore my underwear. Also I was still thinking this whole thing over. I mean my son has asked me some pretty pointed questions about sex, about our bodies. He has opened up to me about being gay. This is not the time to be turning him away is it? Well is it? Sleep was not coming easy to me that night. As a matter of fact I Was still awake when I felt his arm on my belly began to move. I could feel him pulling it back a bit so now his hand was on my belly button, just lying there fingers sort of spread out, you know open palmed. I don't know what came over me, but I popped an immediate boner. Fuck I was suddenly so aroused. Almost without thinking, I move my hand gently making sure not to touch Ryan's hand which had paused on my belly. I found the waistband of my underwear and lifted it up and waited. A few seconds later his hand started to move again. My cock was hard as rock and pointing up ... his hand slowly edged down. It slid under the waistband and seconds later I felt his hand come in contact with my oozing cockhead. Ryan stopped... his breathing changed. I heard him mutter something that sounded like "what?' he reached down a bit further his fingers sliding over the top of my cock which jumped at his touch. He curled his fingers around my aching piece and gripped it. I heard him sigh. I gently lowered the waistband down again to cover his hand. I put my own hand on top of his through the material . I'm sure I heard him mutter again "I love you Dad" I lay awake for a long time wondering what he next step was going to be. His hand felt so good around me. What should I do? Was he serious about wanting to see me aroused? Should I expose myself to him? What a question! I laughed to myself. "I think that ship is on the point of sailing" I thought. My son was lying that with his hand curled around my cock... I guess I finally drifted off because the next thing I know it was morning. As I lay there waking up, I looked over at my son. The covers were half off him. He was laying on his back uncovered to his belly . "He really wasn't a bad looking kid" I thought. Probably because he takes after his mother. I reached over and shook him gently. "Ryan, time to get up son." He stirred with a soft groan. "Uh.. I thought we might shower together this morning son, and then go out for breakfast." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "together?" I took a deep breath and nodded. "Well son you said you wanted to see me and well I love you son, and I want to help you work through being gay, I don't know if this is right and some people might even want to put me in jail for doing this but yeah, maybe this once we can shower together." He smiled at me and gave me a hug. But then he drew back with a serious look on his face. "Why would someone want to put you in jail for showering with me?" I smiled at him. "Well son some might think that a father and son being together naked and checking each other out is something bad, called incest. Incest is against the law." I could see him thinking about it. My son was a ponderer. He liked to think things through. Then he got this half smile on his face "But if no one knows but us, how can they think anything about it?" "Well that's true" I said getting out of bed. He got up too and we went to the bathroom. We were both suddenly speechless as we got ready for the shower. I got some towels out and ready. Then turned on the water to let it warm up. I was already pretty aroused, and I could tell from the bulge in his shorts so was he. I shucked off my shorts and he stared. Then he took his off. The kid had a nice piece of meat standing out. Not knowing what else to say and not being smart enough to say nothing, I said "Well I might have been wrong about you not being too big son" He beamed at me "You are way big too Dad" he said looking down at my hard member. I smiled back and we got into the shower. I had him stand in front of me. I grabbed the soap and started to lather him down, first his back down and around his cheeks , letting my fingers slide between them into the crack. I could hear Ryan just softly sighing in pleasure. As my fingers slid into the crack he pushed back a little. I was so fucking hard by then. I now reached around him with my soapy hands and started to wash his chest and working down his torso. I suddenly realized that I wanted to hold his cock. I wanted to feel it in my hands. What on earth was the matter with me?? Ryan sighed again and said softly "Oh Dad this feels so good, this is so nice" My hands moved further down like they had a mind of their own. This of course caused me to pull my son closer to me and my cock was now sliding along his crack and down between his legs. I couldn't believe what intense sexual sensations were coursing through my body as I was making such intimate contact with my son. "What the fuck was happening to me?" I couldn't remember feeling even this good with Shana. The thought flashed through my mind that I should stop, but I couldn't, mind hands found my son's hard throbbing cock. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the hard shaft. Ryan groaned out loud has I took hold of his young member and that was apparently all that it took for him because he let out a shout ...something like "Ohhnnn fuck Dad... Ohhnnnn MAN!!" I would have been shocked by his language but my hands feeling his cock pumping out cum was almost more than I could manage myself. I gently stroked him to completion. It was so erotic to feel his cock muscles pulsing in my hands. I was helping my own son produce cum. He leaned back against me panting for breath. "Ohnnn Dad that was awesome!" He looked up at me and I kissed him. It was not a hard kiss, but our lips lingered together for several moments. The water was still pouring over us. Ryan broke off the kiss. "Can I wash you now Dad?" I nodded. If there was a line to cross I had crossed it long ago. Ryan took the bar of soap from me and facing me gingerly started to wash my chest. One hand was applying the soap the other was just gliding through the soap across my chest. I just stood then with my eyes closed letting it happen. I felt him work his way down rather quickly actually. I was getting more and more aroused, if that was possible, as his hands travelled toward the prize. When he touched and then took hold of my now aching cock and started to stroke it with his soap slickened hands I groaned out. "Ohhhnnnn son" Four or five strokes of his hands he gave me then as one hand cupped my balls I could hold back no longer. He kept stroking as I wrapped my arms around him and exploded in a violent orgasm between us, my cum coating both our bellies. An orgasm such as I had never experienced before. "Ohnnn son, my son that is so wonderful!!!" This time we kissed with more fervour, more passion and it was only the cooling of the water that caused us to stop. I had never had such an intense sexual experience as that day. We rinsed off quickly and got out of the shower. Neither of us spoke both in our own thought about what had just happened. I certainly had to rethink my whole life, my morals, my ethics, my sexuality, my son. After we got out of the shower and dried off, we both seemed to be in deep thought about what had just happened. I certainly was in total turmoil and Ryan seemed to sense it. He didn't say anything. We got dressed and went out for breakfast as promised. I decided on a restaurant I often went to for lunch. I guess it was a kind of greasy spoon, "hole in the wall" little place but the food was always good. "My waitress" from during the week quickly pour a cup of coffee and brought it to the table. I greeted her and introduced Ryan. "We thought we would try out your Sunday morning breakfast" We chatted for a few minutes, placed our order and waited. We were both clearly a little distracted from the morning's event. My mind was in a whirl whenever I thought about it. What was happening to me. How could I have done to me son what I did? Even more disturbing was the fact that as I was thinking those very thoughts I could feel myself getting hard. I had enjoyed it and I wanted more! As we waited a family came in. A mother, father, young daughter about 11 and a son, about Ryan's age. He was a gorgeous kid! I noticed him immediately and had to tear my eyes off him so I would not be so obviously staring at him. As I glanced at my son I noticed the he was looking too. He flashed his eyes at me and then grinned. He leaned over and whispered "Wow! He 's hot" I smiled and nodded trying not to reveal that I was thinking the same thing. Ryan's grin grew wider. "You think so too huh?" I know I blushed Busted! Breakfast came just then and we started to eat. But both Ryan and I kept our eyes on the kid. The boy glanced over at us at one point, I think realizing that we were both looking at him and smiled shyly. I dropped my eyes immediately. The rest of the day passed pretty quietly. One of Ryan's friends came over and they played video games for several hours, leaving me to ponder my situation. I had to talk to someone before this went any further. I shouldn't be having sex with my son and I shouldn't be liking it. What the fuck was wrong with me? That night Ryan snuggled right into me again when I came to bed. His hand immediately went to my cock. I was already hard and I didn't stop him. "I'm glad we did what we did this morning dad." I pulled my son closer to me. "I am too son, I am too. I'm just a little confused about it ... like what I mentioned to you the incest and all... you know" "Yeah I guess Dad, but it feels real good to hold you and to be with you Dad" "It does that " I replied with a bit of a sigh. "Dad could I hold it again, I mean like for real... no underwear?" Fuck! This kid was killing me. But after this morning... I nodded but said nothing. I felt his hand lift off me and then slide under the waistband of my shorts. I groaned in spite of myself as I felt his warm hand curl around my very hard member. "Ryan...." I knew I was rapidly losing control, and worse, I wanted to lose control. I kissed my son, first on the cheek, and then as he turned his face toward me, on his beautiful succulent lips. He opened his mouth to my tongue as his hand was now slowly but urgently stroking my hard cock. "Ohhhnnnnn fuck son, I love you so much" I don't know where the words came from but I couldn't stop them. Nor could I stop my free hand from finding his hard young cock in the confines of his briefs.. We were both panting out our lust now as our kissing became more intense and our hands more fervent in their actions. Ryan let out a loud groan, more like a shout. "Ohhhhhnnn Yeah Dad!!!!" I felt his cock explode in my hand. Cum was spurting out over my hand and fingers as I continued to stroking him hard. The time difference between him cumming and me right after was only seconds at the most. I too shouted out my total pleasure as he brought me to my orgasmic climax. It was fortunate that I still have my boxers on. I know like with me his hand was covered in my cum. We lay there for several minutes in the afterglow of what had just happened. "Man Dad that was awesome!" Ryan breathed out softly beside me. We lay quietly. I had my arm around him and his head was on my chest. Only moments later I realized his breathing had slowed down and he was asleep. I kissed him gently on the head. My other hand was still holding his now deflated young cock. It felt warm and sticky wet but it felt so very good to have my hand there. I sighed as the thoughts of what I was doing with my son flashed across my mind. All my moral teachings flooded over me telling me that this was so wrong. What was I going to do? When I woke up the next morning I guess somehow we had separated. We were both lying in a kind of loose fetal position back to back. I got up quietly and took my shower. A little while later as I prepared breakfast I heard my son... my Ryan, padding down the hall and in to the shower. He came into the kitchen several minutes later just as I was about to call him for breakfast. He smiled at me as he came into the room. And gave me a hug. I kissed him and we sat down to eat. As I came into the office that morning I met a young man that I worked with that I often had coffee with. Pietr. He was a Polish lad abut 25. Handsome young man that all the girls in the office went gaga over until they found out he was gay. He spoke a soft Polish accent. He had come to Canada with his family when he was in his early teens. He had lost most of his accent but not quite all. It came across giving his voice a very pleasant sound. I had not really noticed him before other than I found him friendly and enjoyed chatting with him at the office. But when I saw him this morning I light bulb flashed on in my mind as if I was having some kind of epiphany. "Pietr Hi man!" I said probably a little too exuberantly. "just the man I want to see. I need to talk to you in private sometime I need your advice about something" "Hey Ted!... Yah... we could talk anytime. What is this about?" I took him into my office and closed the door. "Listen Pietr ,can you keep a secret?" Pietr looked perplexed but nodded "Sure Ted what is this?" he asked again "I need to talk to you about Ryan... about me and ... me and Ryan... but not here, you think we can uh, meet over lunch?" "You have me worried now Ted, but yeah why don't we go to my place at lunch, we won't be disturbed there." "Good, yeah that would be great. Thanks Pietr." Just then the phone rang and the workday began. "I'll see you at coffee" I said as I picked up the phone and Pietr took his leave. The morning itself was uneventful, although I had a knot in my stomach the entire time. Not that I was worried about Pietr saying anything... it was me worried about what I was going to tell Pietr and whether this was a good idea now that I started the ball rolling. At coffee we sat and chatted like normal. I always enjoyed my coffee with him. He was a fun guy to be with. He did ask if I was ok when I came down to the coffee room. I said I was fine , but I needed to talk. We left it at that because some of the other employees came in at that moment. At noon Pietr came to my office and we left together and went to his place. He has a small apartment near the office and always goes home for lunch. Once in the unit he put the kettle on and fixed himself a sandwich, while I brought my lunch out. He sat down beside me at the table. "So what is going on Ted? How can I help?" I took a deep breath. "Well to start with Pietr, Ryan is gay, but that is only the beginning and it is not really the problem" I didn't really see any flicker of reaction at the statement of my son being gay. I started by telling him about Ryan coming into bed with me after Shan died. "It was the nightmares, he was having nightmares almost every night, but when he slept with me they went. So I just let him sleep with me all the time." "Well there is nothing wrong with that, you are a good father and you care for your son Ted" "Nothing wrong with that until a couple weeks ago Pietr" I told him quickly about Ryan finding my cock and holding it in his sleep. "I didn't know what to do, but it kept occurring, every night! The thing was that it felt so good and then one night I don't know.. well I didn't move his hand ..." I continued to tell him about Ryan's conversation with me about being gay, about wanting to see my cock hard." Pietr in all this sat quietly with a sort of half smile on his face ""I'm guessing that you showed him?" he asked finally I bowed my head and nodded... "but not like you think. Fuck Pietr!" I exclaimed... a little exasperated by his smirk. "No I took him to the shower with me and I jerked him off! We jerked each other off!!!How perverse is that?" Pieter smiled at me again. I remember him taking my hand and holding it gently. "Well Ted, actually to me it sounds real hot! " He held up a hand against my objection. "Ted, some might think it is wrong but you are not asking some people you are asking me. I wish I had a father like you when I was Ryan's age to help me with this very problem. Instead my father disowned me when he found out I was gay. I think what you are doing with Ryan is a beautiful thing. You must not hinder him, teach him everything... teach him that sex between two men is a precious, wonderful, beautiful thing. If you scare him off he will find it anyway but the men he will find might not be as gentle and loving as you are. Ted I am glad you came to me with this. If I can help you with anything I am here for you... for both of you, really." I looked at the clock, we were already late. We got up and I hugged him. "Pietr thank you for this. I really appreciate it" He kissed me on the cheek. "Anytime Ted" We managed to 'sneak' back in to the office without too many people noticing. I thought long and hard that afternoon about my conversation with Pietr. I thanked him again at coffee that afternoon for his help. When I got home that evening, Ryan was in his usual spot at the dining room table doing his homework. I greeted him as I came in the door and then went over to him. Gently cupping the side of his face with one had I kissed him deeply. Then I hugged him. "I just want you to know that I love you so very much Ryan. I will help you as much as I can learning how to be gay. But always remember I love you no matter what." Ryan by now had his arms around me. "I love you to Dad, you're the best dad ever" We held each other for several minutes before I released him "I'm going to take a shower and then we can have supper" Over supper I told him about my conversation with Pietr. Though he looked a little concerned that I had talked about him with someone else, I assured him that I just needed some advice as to how to proceed. "He said he would be happy to help us... you if we have any questions son. I trust him, I think you would like him." I left the conversation at that. After supper we sat and watched some TV. Ryan sat right next to me. I had my arm over his shoulder as he snuggled in. After a couple hours he got up and said he was going to take his shower and get to bed. An hour or so later I followed him. In the dim light of a night light I could see my son lying there on his back, sound asleep. His chest and belly was bare, the sheet covering from his midriff. I stripped down as usual but this night I stripped off my underwear. I softly crawled into bed and lay there leaning on one elbow looking at him. In his sleep he backed into me some more and mumbled something incoherent. He was so beautiful. I kissed him gently on the cheek, but then I couldn't stop. As I thought about my conversation with Pietr "...teach him everything... teach him that sex between two men is a precious, wonderful, beautiful thing." I continued to kiss him, his face, his neck his chest, gently teasing one of his nipples as I moved down his torso. Ryan kept sleeping. I lifted the sheet and removed it from him. He was still wearing his briefs but I could see the outline of his young cock under the fabric. Somewhere in the depths of my mind I knew that I wanted it . I lightly traced his cock with my finger, then I brought my lips down on it, feeling it start to grow through the fabric of his shorts. I opened my mouth and worked it with my tongue and lips. Ryan stirred in his sleep. I froze. He seemed to drift off again. I lifted my face and eased my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was shaking with the enormity of what I was doing. This was my son! I was about to give him a blow job. My first blow job .... And his too! I lifted the waistband up and eased up and off his now quite hard member. There it was in front of me, I licked my lips. I suddenly realized that I didn't know what I was doing. I licked my lips again and let my son's young cock slide into my mouth. I didn't know what to expect, it wasn't what I got, it far exceeded anything that I had anticipated. The touch, taste and feel of that young cock on my tongue was amazing. My own cock hurt it was so hard. The thought of having my son's cock in my mouth was so erotic, so sensually stimulating. I immediately began to work it with my tongue, sucking on it. It continued to grow till it was full and hard... very hard. It was so delicious, it felt so exquisite. I couldn't get enough. The very next thing that I knew two hands were holding my head down and Ryan's hips bucked up forcing his steel member deep into my mouth. I heard Ryan moan "Ohhnnn Dad, don't ... please don't stop..." His hips were now rocking back and forth. I was sucking and working his young cock. My mind was inflamed with the thought that I was about to eat my son's virgin cum. As his orgasm built Ryan alternated between grunts and groans and moans of pleasure. Never letting go of my head, he begged me to continue, to suck harder to take him deeper. "Ohhhh fuck Daaaaaad I'm cummmmmmming!!!" His fingers dug into my scalp, as the orgasm overwhelmed him. My mouth was flooded with jet after jet of hot cum. I could hear Ryan gasping for breath as his cock pulsed solidly between my lips. It was a most incredible experience. My son was filling my mouth with his seed! As his orgasm subsided, I slowly, sucking firmly, released his cock from my mouth. I then lay back down beside him. He embraced me, and kissed me and for several minutes we exchanged tongues. Ryan lay his head on my chest and snuggled in "That was amazing Dad, what you did. I never felt so good in all my life." We lay like that for some time, and just fell asleep. Sometime during the night in my half sleep I felt his hand go down to my cock and take it in his fingers. I smiled, as my mind drifted to what had happened that night. No I hadn't gotten off but there was a weird sense of satisfaction in my being. I felt good, perfect as a matter of fact. I had eaten my son's... my own son's seed, and I didn't have any sense that I had done something wrong. I know it was weird, but it felt so right. I drifted off again into a deep sleep of peace.