Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 08:36:54 +0000 (GMT) From: Mr. D Subject: What was I thinking, part two This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Dionyssos Dionyssos00@yahoo.no (that is Dionyssos, and `zero-zero' at the end) What was I thinking, part two When I got to the living room, John was sitting on the couch. His face had regained a normal colour by now, but he looked just a bit uncomfortable and kept his eyes on the carpet. It was summer and warm sunny day. John was dressed in shorts and a colourful T-shirt. "Hi Dad" "Hey there John. Mind if I sit down for a while?" I didn't really wait for his answer, and sat down next to him. I did not have a clue how to get this conversation going. My head was literary spinning. After a while, though, I picked up the thread form what John had said in the bath room. "So your friends have more hair on their bodies than you and tease you about it?" "Only Dave and Steven. They are not really teasing me, but they look so different compared to me. They talk about things their dad's have told them and I feel left out" "We are all different John. Not all men have a lot of hair. It does not mean there is anything wrong with them" "How am I supposed to know that?" His words sounded like an accusation. I had put this off for way too long. I understood something then. Because I was gay, I had stayed clear of subjects regarding sexuality and puberty. This had kept John in the dark and made him very insecure. I felt ashamed and selfish. "I am sorry I have never talked about these things with you. I just..." As my voice trailed off John looked up at me. He seemed confused, angry and curious all at once. He looked at me with an expectant look. "OK son, I must admit I'm not sure how to go about this. So if you like, you can ask any question you want, and I'll answer them as best I can" I felt like a coward giving the initiative to my 14 year old son. John seemed to lighten up a bit though, so I kept my thoughts to my self and waited for his question. It took a few seconds for John to start asking. In the beginning he was shy about it, but after a few questions, he relaxed and fired away at me. I tried to give him as accurate answers as I could. John's questions got bolder over time, and I noticed a bulge in front of his shorts. It was a quite big for a 14 year old boy. I kept my eyes on it for just a second too long, and John caught me looking. He looked down and seemed to notice his erection for the first time. "Dad? Why does my dick get hard all the time?" "You are in puberty John. Your hormones are having a ball and it makes you hard even if you do not notice it" Suddenly a smirk came across his face. "That is the only thing I had in my defence against Dave and Steven" "What?" "The fact that my dick is longer than theirs" We both started laughing at that. It was good to know he had not been totally insubordinate to his friends. "Will my dick grow to be as big as yours, Dad? It looked huge when I saw you coming out of the shower!" I should have seen that one coming. The question it self vas innocent enough, but the enthusiasm in his voice and the eagerness in his eyes, took me off guard. "I do not know. You might even grow larger a larger cock than me some day" "Really!?! That would be so awesome! How big is your dick Dad?" Again the question was a natural follow-up, yet it took me by surprise. "Umm... I haven't really measured it in a long time, so I don't know" I answer him, avoiding the direct question. "You should measure it then! I'll help you" "Wait just a minute John. It is not really prudent for you to measure you fathers cock" In my head though, I was hoping he would push the point. This had been very innocent up until now, but a part of me wanted to pull my boxers down and let him measure away. At this thought, though, my cock decided to start growing too. John was quick to notice and commented in a teasing way; "Are you in you puberty too dad?" I could not contain my embarrassment this time. I blushed and tried to cover my growing erection with the robe. I did NOT want to explain why I was getting a hard-on in front, and because of my own son. "Can I see it Dad? Please...?" My mind went blank and I felt a complete loss of words and action. Here I was in front of my son with a fast hardening cock. He was an attractive boy, but I had never looked twice at any man younger than myself. Now I was getting turned on by my own son! I had promised him I would answer any question he asked. Any question in deed! WHAT WAS I THINKING! John seemed to take advantage of my inability to move or speak. He moved closer to me and undid the front of my robe. He slowly put one hand on top of my growing cock. He looked up at me as if to check my reaction. To my own horror I closed my eyes and let out a low moan. Only a handful of people had touched my cock since Josh was borne. The sensation of his young hands touching me sent electric shocks through my body. John took my reaction as a sign that he could go on. He gently started to slide his hand up and down. Even if I had my boxers on, it was not much concealment. "Wow Dad, It is huge! It is much bigger now than when I saw in the shower" I opened my eyes and looked down on my fascinated son. His head was only inches away from my now fully erect cock. I also noticed the wet spot appearing where the head of my cock was in contact with the fabric. John noticed too. "What is that wet stuff Dad?" I found it extremely hard to speak up. "That is called pre-cum. It happens some times when you get hard" "It does not happen to me. It looks like you are leaking!" "It's like with hair on your body John. Not all men have pre-cum and the amount can be different from time to time. You might get pre-cum when you get a bit older" I felt completely in my son's mercy. In an effort to get some control over this bizarre situation, I asked him a question. "Do you shoot yet when you cum John?" "What do you mean Dad?" "I mean, when you play with you dick for a longer time, does it let out any fluid?" "Some times, but it is just a drop or two. It kind of oozes out after the tickling feeling comes" "Well John, that `tickling feeling' you feel is called a climax. When a man plays with his dick long enough, he comes to his climax. It is also called an orgasm. As you get older your dick will start to shoot out a whitish thick liquid. That is called, among other things; cum" "Why are you telling me this Dad?" "Because it is a natural thing to happen and I do not know if you know to ask about it" "I didn't think much about it. I just thought it was because I had to go take a leak" "Well now you know what it is" All of a sudden, John but his hand inside my boxers. He wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled it out. He seemed to marvel at how long and thick it was. Then he started to move his hand up and down my shaft. The feeling was insane. Pre-cum came out every time he pulled his hand up. It made my cock slick and Josh's hand started to slide along the full length of my cock. For a second he stopped, let go of my cock and smelled his hand. He seemed to be wondering about some thing and then asked; "It does not smell much, does it?" "No it does not. That can be different from time to time too" "What does it taste like?" I do not know why I replied what I did. I guess I was just so horny by now I could not help myself. "Why don't you try some and find out?" John looked up at me to check if I was serious. It had apparently not occurred to him that he could use his mouth. "Go ahead son. Just put your lips around the top of my cock and keep sliding your hand up and down. The pre-cum will leak into you mouth. If you do not like it, you can stop any time you like" After a short laps of time, I saw my son's head getting closer to my cock. I saw him licking his lips just as he made contact. His warm lips surrounded my swollen head. I felt his tongue laps around the tip. I could not help myself and let out a long satisfied sigh. John understood that I liked what he was doing and got bolder. As his hand stroked the full length of me, he took all of the head in his mouth. Gently at first, and very trying and slow. I thought I was going mad. Not only was I getting my cock sucked, it was my own son who was doing the sucking! John kept sucking and letting out moans of pleasure. He got eager and started taking more of my cock into his seemingly willing mouth. I gasped as I saw half of my cock slide in and out of John's young mouth. I could feel the head hitting the back of his throat. This made him gag a bit, but he did not stop. I could feel an orgasm building up. "Be careful Josh. You are going to make me cum. I must warn you that I will not only shoot a few drops" My warning did not make John pull back though. It made him go at it with more energy. His head now moved rapidly up and down my cock. I went over the top. I felt my balls tighten, my muscles tensed up and then the first load of cum hit the back of John's mouth. I almost passed out with pleasure. Load after load went into John's mouth. He swallowed frantically, but didn't have a chance to get it all. It spilled over, ran down his chin and left stains on his T-shirt. With my cum all over his face, he kept sucking and licking. It occurred to me that he enjoyed the taste quite a bit. When my cock had begun to shrink he stopped and looked up at me. He had a big smile on his face and his blue eyes were sparkling. "Wow Dad! –that was awesome!" "You seemed to like it too" "Like it? I loved it!" "So did I, as you can see from the mess we made" John took a look at himself. Then he pulled off his T-shirt and used it wipe his face clean. I noticed, for the first time, that my boy was turning into a man. The muscles on his arms and chest had begun to develop. When he stretched his arms up, I saw his abdomen had the beginning of a nice six-pack. Out of the blue John stretched up and kissed me on the lips. It was not a short shy kiss of an adolescent, it was with passion. I could smell my own cum off his face and taste it in his mouth. It was intoxicating. As he moved closer his dick came into contact with my arm. He now had a boner so hard it must have hurt. I pulled his shorts down and let it out. I felt the length of it. I had guessed that he was well hung, but it felt much bigger than I had imagined. It must have been about 5 inches. It was also straight as an arrow and rather thick. I moved my hand further down and found his balls. They were tight and completely smooth. Not the same smoothness that a shaved sack had. This was all natural. No hair had ever grown there. John moaned into my mouth as I felt him up. His breath combined with the lingering taste of my cum, was sensational. It did not take my son long before he tensed up and let out a load moan. It bordered to a shout as he had the most intense climax of his young life. I was not quite prepared for the flow of cum. He had just been telling me he only got a few drops. This time he shot out two long strands of white cum. The first one escaped me and hit the sofa, but the second I managed to catch in my hand. I brought it to my face and licked it off my palm. John collapsed onto me with a satisfied smile on his face. From now on, sexual education would have a different ring to it in my ears. ---To be continued--- If you have an opinion about the story, good or bad, or have a suggestion for the plot, please let me know at following e-mail. Please use the story's title as subject. Dionyssos00@yahoo.no To all of you, who have sent your opinion, thank you! You have been a great help, and I hope you continue to read my stories and inspire me with your feedback.