Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2011 14:50:59 +0000 (GMT) From: Mr. D Subject: What was I thinking, part three 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 three As I waited to gain control of myself, my mind continued its frontal attack. Feeling bad about molesting my son. Feeling wonderful about having my son blow me off. Loving the taste of my own cum in my son's mouth... On and on and on... I was driving my self crazy. I had slid down on my back and John had fallen asleep on top of me. The sent of my cock was oozing off him. He needed a shower. If not for his sake, then for mine. I tried to slide him off, but he woke up and climbed down on his own. He looked a little confused. "Are you all right son?" "I'm fine. Except for feeling tired I can't remember ever feeling this good" "Go take a shower and you'll wake up" He shuffled his feet towards the bath room. Once I heard the water running I called for a pizza. I ordered John's favourite. Just as he came out of the bath room door, the doorbell rang. "That would be the pizza. Are you hungry John?" "You know I love pizza! – and yes, I'm starving" We sat down and ate. Neither one of us said a word. The silence made me a little uneasy. In the end I just enjoyed looking at him. He was probably digesting what had happened along with his pizza. I began to worry and needed to be sure he really was OK about it. "You are awfully quiet John. What are you thinking about?" "If I tell you, you'll have to promise me you will not get upset" "Really? Ok I promise. I'm curious to what you think might upset me" "I was just thinking about how much I want to suck your cock again" I should have known! His statement hit me with so much force I almost fell off the chair. My first reaction was to start laughing. WHAT WAS I THINKING! "So I guess you aren't angry then?" "No John, I'm not angry or upset with you. But you have to realize that what we did this afternoon is not exactly good behaviour. Not for an underage boy as your self, and definitely not for a son and his father. You have to keep this between us" "I know that Dad. I promise not to tell a soul" "Not even to Dave and Steven, John. I could get in serious trouble" "Not even to them Dad, I do promise you not to tell a living soul what happened" "Good" "Does that mean we can do it again?" "Was it that good to suck you father's cock, that you would like to do it again?" "I thought it was wonderful Dad. It's so big and it tastes really nice. That you are my dad, kind of makes it a little more exiting. I know I should not do it" "To be quite honest with you, I loved having you sucking my cock. I do not know if we should keep doing this though. I have to wrap my head around this first" "OK Dad" He sounded awfully sad when he said that. I began feeling sorry for him, and with it came a healthy dose of bad conscience. After all I was the adult and felt the responsibility was all mine. Fathers should not get turned on by their sons. If they did, doing anything about was probably the biggest taboo in the modern world. As his face turned into a sad mask I could not help myself. "Come over here and give your dad a hug" He got up from his chair and came around the table. He wrapt his long arms as fare around me as they went and held on tight. I held him just as tight. "No matter what happens now John, I love you very much. I would never do anything to hurt you. If I do things now that you will regret later, it would destroy me. I can't let that happen. Do you understand?" He twisted his head to the side so he could speak. "I understand Dad. I just don't know if I can help myself getting hard around you now. Not that I could control that in the first place..." "My dear son. If you get hard, you must not feel bad about it. That is the way it is supposed to be at your age. If you feel like going to you room and touch your self, feel free to do so, as often as you need to. Close the door, and I promise you I'll knock before entering" "But Dad, what if I want you to come in. Right now I would like to you to touch me again" As he said that he rubbed his hip against my leg. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against me. I guess that that was the moment I gave up on trying to hide my love for my son. I had always loved my son. I had not fought like hell to keep him in the first place, if I didn't love him. Physical love with my own son was not what I had had in mind. In my lonely existence I had never before considered that an option. Until now that is. "I tell you what John. If you want to show off to me you can do so after you open you birthday gift" He let go of me and had a really confused look on his face. Then he lit up like a light bulb when you hit the switch. "Had you forgotten about your own birthday? That IS weird for being 13.. oh sorry 14" "I know... It was all I could talk about at school today. Then I came home after our homeroom teacher got sick. I found you in the shower... and..." "I guess you have been a bit ... distracted?" "You could say that! Where is my present?" "I have it under my bed. Go get it, but do not open it until you get back here" He was gone like the wind. I knew my son well. He was not much of a book reader. To my big surprise, videogames were not that interesting either. On impulse I had seen the brightly coloured boxers for teens in a window, and got three 3-pacs. I hope they would be of more interest to him. He could show them off to his two best friends. Some times I wondered what he liked to do when he was with Dave and Steven. After the talk we had though, I had a better idea of what they had been up to. The fact that they had been teasing my son, got to me more than it should. At an age of 40 (wow, when did that happen!) I felt a need to get even with them. Being an adult I spent the time John was gone to strangle that need. John came running back and was all excited. He was still running around in his underpants. I caught my self looking at him and finding him very attractive. So much that my cock gave me a sign that it was alive and out of practice. John's voice called me back to reality. He wanted to open his 3 small presents, and was quite eager about it. I gave him a nod and got to see him rip off the wrapping paper at an astonishing rate. I moved over to the sofa and watched his reaction carefully. He sat down cross legged and placed the 3 boxes in front of him. He opened the first one and pulled out the first 3 pairs of colourful boxers. "You like them?" "I love them! I have seen them in the shop window and wanted a box for a long time now. All my underwear has become a little too small. Now I have 9 new pairs to ware! Thank you so much!" He got up and flung himself around my neck. I had been uncertain about his reaction, but it seemed I could not have gotten a better present for him. I felt very pleased. "Don't just let them lay on the floor. Try them on. I want to see if they fit you" John went over to his gifts and picked up a pair in read and purple shadings. He kept his back towards me as be bent down. He kept his legs straight, so his bum pointed straight into the air. I had to bite my lip in order to control my urge to go over and touch it. John made things worse for me by pulling off his old undies in that position. When they came off his butt it gave the impression that they had been confined in a way too tight container. They split apart and he was now flashing his pink hole at me. I could not even begin to calm my cock down. It went hard in an instant and all I could do now was to try and conceal it with my robe. John kept that pose in what seemed like an eternity. Finally though, he stepped out of the old ones and pulled the new pair on. He turned around to face me. "How do I look?" "You look smashing John. But the important thing is how you feel in them?" "They feel super. Much less tight and more room for..." John blushed a little. I kept quiet and waited for him to get it together. "... more space to have a hard-on in" – he finally managed to blurt out. That made me laugh. It was just a little bit funny to tease him. After all you are only an adolescent once and he had a lot of innocence left in him. "What's so funny Dad?" "I'm sorry John. It's just the matter-of-fact way you said `more space to have a hard-on in'. It was very sweet and funny to me" He smiled and his eyes sparkled just a bit. I could see that he saw the comedy in it. He joined me in laughing. The laughter released the tension in the air. Once we got started we found it hard to stop. We laughed long and hard and tears started flowing too. Once we had managed to stop laughing, John went on to try on each new pair. They were all different in colour and design. The only thing they did have in common was the fact that they looked great on John. After the first 4 pairs, John made a game out of it. He would pretend to dance, take strange postures and wriggle his butt in front of me. I was enjoying the show and soaked up every inch of my son with my eyes. I also noticed that john's dick got harder and harder for each pair. As his bulge grew, so did mine. I gave up trying to conceal it and had started to rub it lightly as I watched. After putting on the last pair he came to stand in front of me. A 5 inch tent was pointing right at my face. "Dad? Can you please take off my boxer and touch me?" By now I was so horny I didn't even think to hesitate. I pulled down his boxer and found a 5 inch hard-on pointing straight at me. I pulled John closer and tickled his smooth balls. He closed his eyes and moaned. I let my tongue circle his tight sac. The smoothness was something I had never experienced before. I knew I should not enjoy this so much, but didn't care. I wrapped my arms around John and lifted him up. I gently put him down on his back at the end of the sofa. I lifted and spread his legs. I started to lick his balls and moved up and down his dick. Once in a while I let my tongue slide over the sensitive aria between his balls and pink hole. This made him gasp for air and moan louder. Suddenly I decided to let go and started to lick his pink hole. I let my tongue whirl around several times and felt it slowly open up. John might have fooled around with his friends, but they had no gotten around to fucking yet. I felt an intense love for my son as I let my tongue slip inside John's virgin ass. He twisted beneath me with pleasure. I had done this to other men before, but it was John's first time. I wanted to give him the best rimming ever. John was so into the good feeling rushing through him he did not take notice when I got up and inserted a finger into him. Very carefully I started fingering and sucking him. It did not take long before he had his second orgasm of the day. I felt his butt muscle clamp down on my finger at the same time he shot his load into my mouth. The taste was better than before, now that it came straight from the source. My very own son's untainted and youthful cum. Once John relaxed I stood up. With two strokes on my cock I exploded. The first shot flew over his balls and landed on his bare chest. The rest I directed towards his smooth balls and now wet open ass. His entire dick, balls and ass was covered in my jizz. I could not help but to rub my cock against his cum-dripping ass. The feeling was sensational. I did not want to hurt him by forcing my cock into him, so I used my finger to gently finger him with my own cum. I tried to get as much as possible into him. I did this for quite a long time. John did not complain and as I looked over his balls, he had gone hard again. God I missed the times I could do that so close to an orgasm. Having two of them this afternoon was more than I could ever have hoped for. "I do not know what you are doing back there Dad, but it feels insanely good. Please do not stop" I did go on for a while, but got afraid he would get sore. Regretfully I pulled my finger out of his cum dripping virgin hole. "I think we need a shower now John. You look very messy" "I would love to get up and do that, but if I do, I'll drip you cum all over the place" As a solution to that problem, I lifted him up and carried my son out to give him a much needed shower. ---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.