Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2018 20:09:20 -0700
From: Mark Lin <parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com>
Subject: White Smiles and Burning Youth, Chapter 1

Hello dear reader. This is first part of a story between a father and his
son. This first story looks back at the beginnings of this story. It's my
first try at writing this kind of story, and would love to hear from you,
on what worked and what could be better. Contact me at
parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com.

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Benjamin looked out the window of his coach and saw the city beginning to
take form before his eyes. His long camping and trekking trip had come to
an end - a month away from home, with his friends from high school, before
they part ways and leave for university next year. It was an experience he
won't ever forget in his life, but to be sure, he was looking forward to
gaining back modern comforts at home. Clean sheets and reliable WiFi awaits!

It's also been one of the longest times he'd been away from his family. If
he were younger, no parent would in their right minds let him fend for
himself for so long, not to mention with a group of teens. Even now, his
parents must still worry, but knowing Benjamin wasn't a meathead and is,
mostly, responsible, they thought it would be a good rite of passage for
this 18 year old man. And now, he's come back in one piece, he knew they
were waiting for him eagerly at home.

The coach pulled into the terminal, and Benjamin pulled down his backpack
from the luggage rack. Stepping off the coach, he looked around for the
exit, and for any sign of his parents. Not long before he spotted the
family black sedan, sitting at the side of the road in sunny weather. The
door opened, and a man in a white knit jumper emerged, waved at him. His
dad beamed widely, and Benjamin in turn hastened his steps, his face bright.

"Hey Dad!" Benjamin waved, still with the smile wide on his face.

"Come here Ben!" his dad said joyfully, barely containing his excitement.

The two men crashed into a hug. Benjamin wrapped his arms around his dad,
and his dad held him roughly. His hand moved up to Benjamin's head and
pressed him closer to his bare neck. Benjamin felt the warmth radiating
from his dad, and breathed in his cologne, a scent that reminded him of the
sea.

"Thought you might have just packed your bags and left for good!"
Benjamin's dad joked as they pulled apart.

"Uh, I came back for my computer." Benjamin said with a grin.

"Thought you came back for your dad!" His dad rubbed his hair with a
laughter. "Get in the car, we'll have to hurry."

"Oh? What's up?" Benjamin said as he circled the car to the passenger seat.

"Your mom has been pulled for a new assignment, it starts tomorrow, so
she's flying later today. 'You better bring the boy home before I step out
the door, Richard' she said, 'or I'm not speaking a word to you for a week.
' So, here we are."

"Better step on the pedal then." Benjamin said as he buckled up.

Benjamin checked himself in the mirror. His cappuccino coloured eyes
starred back, under a head of wavy black hair, in long locks that parted
sideways in the middle. His milky, ever slightly tanned skin a delicate
feature, with just a blush of pink on his cheeks. He's resembling a little
more of his dad now, though his facial hair is already more grown than his
dad's. He smiled a little when he thought about when his dad first told him
about what's going to happen "when he becomes a man".

Benjamin was 11 then. Back then his world was cartoons and ice creams, not
a care in the world. He had heard from his friends at school that girls
don't have a "pee-pee", but that's as much as he knew. He did, though,
started to notice more about how grown men were different to how he looked.
Apart from the height and hair, he more clearly noticed about how their
voices are deeper, how they are stronger. Why that is, however, eluded him.

Much of his observations came from his dad, Richard. Richard was a liberal,
easy going kind of father. He was not mean to Benjamin, and plays with
Benjamin often, behaving like a boy himself, often eliciting the laughing
half-disapproval of his mother, Elise. Richard has a lean but muscular
frame, not like a bodybuilder, nor a marathon runner, but more like a
swimmer. His  slightly wavy black hair were long for a man of his age,
lending a look of youth. His dark brown eyes were kind, but also exuded an
unmistakable intelligence. He's got just a stubble of facial hair, not
unusual for a man of East Asian descent. Just a light layer of black hairs
covered his abs, and his chest is smooth.

Richard didn't believe that people should be ashamed of their bodies, and
only covers up when it would grossly cross socially accepted norms.
Benjamin's mother, an English woman who grew up in the countryside in Kent,
begrudgingly agrees, having been more conservative before they married. But
both of them accepts that when nudity elicits sexual desire, it becomes
another matter.

As such, growing up, Benjamin saw his dad without a single piece of
clothing on all the time. When he was 11, he had noticed how his dad had
hair on his body, how his torso was shaped more like an upside down
triangle, and how his balls hung lower and were fuller, like two small
eggs. These things came piece by piece to him, through mornings when his
dad brushed his teeth in front of the sink, after his dad wakes him up and
turns to leave his room, and at the little sauna room in the family's
basement when they sat together.

It was in the sauna that his dad gave him "the talk". Sunday afternoon,
when the sun is just starting to set, Benjamin joined his dad in the small
sauna they installed in their house. The room was already warm when
Benjamin stepped in, his dad sat naked on a white towel on the upper bench,
leaning back and his legs spread. It smelt of birch wood, and the heat
pleasantly burnt his face. He felt his skin tickle. He quickly closed the
door, turned around on the spot in this small room, and sat down on the
lower bench.

"Hey Ben," Richard said towards him.

"Hmm." Benjamin nodded, closing his eyes, trying to get used to the heat.

"Don't fall asleep Ben, I want to talk to you about something important
this week." Richard said.

"Oh?" Benjamin tilted his forward again, looking at his father. His tone
sounded more seriously than Benjamin expected. Benjamin tensed up a little.

"This is going to sound like it's coming from nowhere, and you might feel
really embarrassed... But this is the best time I think for you to be as
relaxed as possible." Richard said, rising up from the bench, with his hand
supporting his lean torso, his legs stretching out and his feet reaching
for the floor.

"Oh... Kay?" Benjamin said slowly, and in his head, he thinks he knows
where this is going, having heard about the infamous "talk" fathers one day
give from older boys, although he's clueless why it's not pleasant.

"So, you are 11," said Richard as he sat down to the left of Benjamin, on
the same level at a right angle on the L shaped bench, "you are about to
have, or already are having, a big transformation. You are becoming a man."

Benjamin nodded, looking away, not knowing what to say.

"When you see a grown up man, what do you see is different from you?"
Richard asked tenderly.

Benjamin, still not meeting his dad's gaze, looked left towards his dad, to
his nakedness. That area, of course. His dad's manhood hung above a full
sac, resting on the white towel he sat on. He then quickly looked away. Of
course he wasn't going to say that.

"Okay," Richard said, "Why don't we start from the head? What in the face
do you find different?"

Benjamin raised his gaze towards his dad. His face was quite close, partly
due to the small size the sauna had to be, partly from Richard's head
lowered to meet his.

"Uh... The beard." Benjamin said quietly.

"Ten points to Griffindor!" His dad exclaimed. He then pushed his chin to
Benjamin's shoulder, nuzzling him with the prickly growth. Benjamin laughed
as he lifted his arms pushing at his dad's chest.

"Good," Richard said, "what else?"

"Um... That's it."

"Aha, this is one that they never mention at school. See my cheeks?"
Richard poked at his face. "Push your finger here."

Benjamin raised his hand slowly, feeling the heat of the sauna on his skin,
and lifted his index finger, touching his father's right cheek. It felt
chiseled, but the skin was soft.

"And then yours." Richard instructed.

Benjamin moved his hand back. His own were a little fuller, and it felt
warm, though that might be just the blushing he must have.

"Yours is... Thinner, like your mouth and the outside has a thinner wall."

"That's right, you lose the baby fat when you grow up. Mostly." Richard
enunciated.

"Your throat also has a bump." Benjamin cut in to say, feeling a little
more comfortable.

"That's right!" Richard said with a little surprise, "And do you know why?"

"Not really." Benjamin replied.

"Put your hand there," Richard said, gesturing towards his neck.

Benjamin put his hand on his father's neck, right on his Adam's Apple. He
felt the warmth of his dad's skin, and the pulse of his heart.

"Ahhhhhhh," Richard made the sound. "Do you feel that? Ahhhhhhh..."
Benjamin felt the vibration from the sound. His hands and the delicate skin
on his father's neck stuck just a little together from the sticky heat.

"This is how you make sounds. When you become a man, this part of the
throat lengthens, and that makes your voice deeper. With this part being
longer, it creates this bump on the neck, called the Adam's Apple."

Benjamin nodded, pulling his hand back, his heart pounding a little from
that strangely intimate contact.

"Good! What else?"

"Hair on your body."

"Mmhmm, easy one," Richard rubbed his belly where the light layer of hairs
is now wet from sweat. "What else?"

Benjamin looked down, his heart suddenly pounding hard, and he felt it at
the nape of his neck. He felt he want to say it, but it nevertheless felt
embarrassing.

"Uh, the part you pee with." Benjamin said quickly, blushing, still looking
down.

"Yes, your penis changes a lot." Richard said with a steady voice, "It's
one of the biggest differences between a man and a woman, what you got
there... To pee with. " His dad smirked.

Benjamin felt even hotter in his face than before, and is thankful that his
embarrassment is hidden by the effect of heat on his face. He giggled
uncontrollably, and to his horror, felt his penis becoming fuller.

"You'll also hear it being called a cock, a dick, and whatever people call
it," Richard continued, still trying to make eye contact with his son, "but
those are rude words, so don't say it in front of your mom."

Benjamin giggled again, his mind occupied by the horror of the continued
hardening of his penis. There was no hiding, it was just him and his dad,
in a closed off little box, sitting naked inches from each other. Richard,
of course, saw.

"Now onto the biggie, see what you got there?" His dad's hand gesturing
towards Benjamin's now fully erect penis. "It's gotten a little bigger than
last year hasn't it?"

"Mmhmm." Benjamin said, his mind panicking.

"Your dick will grow bigger." Richard said plainly.

"Dad!!!" Benjamin giggled uncontrollably, raising both his arms pushing at
his dad. His blushed face raised up and his eyes met his dad's. His dad had
a serious but also bemused look.

"Your dick will grow bigger," repeated Richard as he grabbed hold of both
of his son's arms, smiling as his muscular arms easily subdued the boy,
"and you will want to start to play with it."

"Okay dad but let go!" Benjamin yelled, laughing while trying to break free
from his dad.

"Okay," Richard loosens his grip. "but you will start to play with it." He
repeats again. "Have you heard of masturbation?"

Benjamin shook his head. He never came across that long word before. But
Benjamin did recognise when his dad said he would want to play with it. Now
and again, Benjamin fumbles his little penis with his fingers, and he
himself couldn't figure out why.

"Okay," His dad breathed in, "when you become a man, you will start to feel
a need to... release what's in you. When you feel it strongly, your dick
will rise up like it does now."

Benjamin looked down again, at his own little erection.

"To meet that need, one way is this. Now put your hand close to the tip of
your penis, and make a fist around it. "

Benjamin did as his dad said. He made a fist, at the tip of his penis, on
top of it, with his penis standing hard behind his clenched fist.

"No... Not like, I meant..." Richard chuckles as he tries to put together
the words for his puzzled son, now looking up into his eyes.

"Like this." Richard said, putting his own hand on his own soft hanging
manhood. His fist was wrapped around the tip, with another fist length of
his member exposed behind his grip.

"Oh!" Benjamin giggled, looking at where his dad put his hand and followed.
He noticed how his dad's manhood bounced a little as he grabbed it, and the
slightly tanned skin pulling back a little.

"Okay, now move your fist back."

"What?"

"Like this." His dad said, letting go of his dick as it dropped back onto
his balls with a bounce, gesturing with the hand towards his stomach.
Benjamin watched, as he saw his dad's manhood turn a little to the left on
its own, pulsing for a second or two.

Benjamin felt that familiar good feeling, when he would have fondled his
pee-pee with his fingers. His cream coloured skin pulled back, tighter and
lighter.

"Pull back more, until you can see the tip." His dad said quietly, quickly
pulling back his foreskin to reveal his glans, and then showing Benjamin
what he should see.

Benjamin looked at his dad and tried pulling more, his eyes not leaving his
father's manhood, as he saw more of those pulses again. His dad's penis
inched forward on the towel, like a snake pushing gently out of his dad's
body.

His dad watched as the foreskin held tightly onto the small glans. His dad
can see little by little the flesh that had hidden beneath. And then
suddenly, the foreskin pulled back quickly, revealing a pale little glans
that quickly ballooned up, pink with blood.

Benjamin looked down at his own penis, and watched in amazement as he
discovered a new part of his own body. His fist let loose, and his fingers
just touched that pink crown that sat a top of his hard little pipe.

"That's it. And then you move it up back to where you started." His dad
beamed proudly.

Benjamin put his fist around his glans.

"No...  I meant... Ugh, hang on." His dad said quickly, standing up. His
father's manhood flopped inches before his face, seemingly a touch thicker
than when he first came into the room. He heard a click as his father's
hand reached out of the door, flipping a switch.

"Too hot, let's just sit with the heating off." His dad turned, his body
ever close to Benjamin's eyes, with each hair on his body clear and
distinguishable. His dad sat down with a thud, and his left hand held his
manhood.

"Now you can see. I grip here, move up, then down again," Benjamin watched
as his dad's manhood pushed out of the top of his fist, his glans like a
spear thrusting forward.

"Then up again," His dad's foreskin rushed to cover the tip, "then down
again." It thrust powerfully out of his fist. "Up, and down. Now, you try."

Benjamin did as he saw, looking towards his father's manhood. His dad's
hands let go, and this time, the pulses continued. With each pulse, what
looked already three times the size of his own soft pee-pee grew even
larger. With each pulse, his dad's dick grew longer and thicker, like a
waking lion, slowly rising and stretching from its slumber.

Benjamin felt the good feeling again. It came in shots, each time his
tightly held fist moved. "Dad I feel tense in my tummy," said Benjamin.

"That's right then. You are doing well. Don't grip so tightly, and keep
doing that until you feel like you are going to pee."

"What? Why?" Benjamin asked in amazement, stopping his fist.

"Just keep going and it'll come out. What's inside you."

"What's inside of me?"

"It's called semen. See-men."

"What does it look like?"

"A cream coloured liquid."

"Like milk?" Benjamin continued to move his fist.

"Uh, no."

"Then... Like what? Can I see it?"

"Uh..." His dad froze, not sure how to answer. He wasn't sure if his son
can cum yet. He also didn't want him leaving without knowing this thing
that's "in him". It will be a struggle to have a second talk, if the first
was going to be about secrets and boundaries.

"Okay," His dad said after a little bit, his voice hushed, "but don't
mention this to any of your friends or your mom. It's not... It's hard to
explain, for them to understand, alright? Not to anyone, okay?"

"Okay..." Benjamin thought his dad looked a little worried. He wasn't sure
if he should have asked, but he can't understand why he shouldn't.

"If you want to see it, this has to be our secret. If you promise, then I
will show you." His dad said sternly. "Do you promise?"

"Yea dad of course! I won't tell anyone." Benjamin replied with excitement,
knowing he's about to find out what this thing is.

"Okay. Then I'll do this with you." His dad said leaning back. Benjamin
watched his dad grab his manhood, which had become smaller from a moment
ago. His dad put a fist around it, and thrusts his manhood into his fist.
It pulsed again, and his father's manhood grew.

His dad's hands moved up and down, gently yet firmly, while it continued to
become longer, filling like a balloon. Benjamin moved in closer and sat
next to his dad, instead of facing his side. He could get a better look at
what's going on from above, than from the right where his dad's thick arms
and big fist blocked what was going on. In about a minute, his dad's
pee-pee became as stiff as his own, only bigger. Much bigger.

His father's manhood was now as long as the kettle upstairs is tall, and it
was much thicker than a minute ago, with his large hands just about
gripping it around. His fist moving steadily and rhymicly along the length,
and veins on his father's manhood filled and drained as his hands moved
over them, inch by inch. His dad's balls, each the size of a small egg,
bounced up and down as he stroked his length. His glans filled with blood,
plump to a deep red.

His dad continued to stroke up and down, not stopping. Benjamin watched
silently at his dad's side, peering down, leaning towards to his father's
chest. A few minutes passed, and his dad spread his legs, his head rolled
back, and he let out a long sigh, closing his eyes.

"I'm nearly there Ben." said his dad with a coarse voice. Ben shifted back
to where he was, just as his dad lifted his free left arm behind his head.

>From this side, Benjamin could see both his dad's manhood and the sac that
was not visible to him when he was looking from the top. Across the middle
of his dad's manhood widthwise, he sees what looks like a very thick
straight vein, a pipe almost, flexing now and then. His dad's manhood
looked as if it was a rocket, ready to project powerfully into the sky. His
dad's balls moved closer up towards his stomach, then down again, and then
closer once more.

"Wow," Benjamin said in awe, "when will mine become as big as yours dad?"

His dad stopped his fist, and opened his eyes. His head tilted forward
again, and meet his gaze. His dad gave just a hint of a smile, looking
fondly at him.

"Soon, Ben. Your testicals will grow bigger, and your dick will also grow
bigger. In a few years time, you'll have a man's set yourself." His dad
said almost proudly.

Benjamin moved his gaze back to the stiff member before him. He examined it
with curiousity and awe. With his dad's hand off to the side, he could see
the whole of it. The tip hovered just above his dad's flat abs, pointing to
his chin. It was fuller and thicker as Benjamin's eyes traveled down
towards the base, ending as it joins his dad's stomach with a buzz of thick
hairs. It looked unbelievable, compared to his own stiff little member,
some three times as long and at least three times as thick.

"I'm going to show you what's in you now, give me a little bit." His dad
said, putting his hand back on his stiff pipe.

"Okay dad," Benjamin said with a smile, leaning forward as he gazed on to
his father. His dad's fist resumed that rhythmic pump, the veins on his
forearms bulging out as he closed his eyes once more. His balls moved
closer again to his stomach, until they were just either side of his
manhood. His stomach caved in and out, his fist moved faster, and he
suddenly held his breath.

That pipe on the back of his father's manhood throbbed. Something flew out
from the top of his manhood, landing on his chest. Then again, a long pale
rope. Then again. Then again. His dad's balls squeezed, and his legs
tightened, each muscle seemingly exerting all its tremendous strength. He
suddenly gasped for air, muttering under his breath, a deep, coarse mutter.
He curled towards his manhood, tensing his abs, his brows knit tight.

And then, all of a sudden, he fell back. All the tension was gone. He let
his arm fall to his side, leaning back again. He breathed heavily, deeply.
Only his manhood stood tense, just as stiff, throbbing, pulsing, jerking on
its own, oozing just a little from the tip.

"It came out, Ben. Come have a look."

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To be continued. Thanks for reading. Contact at parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com