Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 14:04:57 EDT
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: DONNIE LEARNS FROM HIS DAD

My son Donnie was twelve years old when he happened to catch me
masturbating. I was embarrassed at first, but he seemed interested and came
right into the room, confessing that he had thought there must be something
wrong with him because he had been playing with himself "down there" lately
at night and in the shower when she washed himself.

I told him it was perfectly natural to play with yourself, and that all men
did it. I asked him if he had ever had an orgasm, to which he replied that
he didn't know what I was talking about.

"Well, did it feel good when you played with yourself down there?"

"Yes," he said, "But what is an orgasm?"

I told him about the wonderful feeling you could have when you stroked your
penis just right and made it hard. Then if you continued stroking long
enough you could make yourself feel a wonderful sensation that is known as
an "orgasm."

Then I demonstrated for him, returning to my masturbatory movements and
giving myself a cum, feeling extra turned-on by the fact that my 12
year-old son was watching me as the creamy fluid spurted out of my penis
and spread over my stomach and chest..

Donnie was fascinated, and started playing with himself as he watched me
writhe and wriggle in my orgasm. He said what he was doing still felt good,
but that he didn't feel anything like what I was apparently feeling, and
certainly nothing came out of his now hardened penis.

I had him lie down on the bed next to me, and I gently took his hand away
from his penis and ran my hands up between his legs, which he willingly
spread open to me. I caressed his inner thighs and gradually worked my
fingers up until I was stroking his hairless balls. I worked one of my
hands up to stroke his hardened penis lightly, then guided his hand back to
it and placed my hand over his, continuing the stroking motion in a
rhythmic way.

It didn't take very many strokes to produce the desired result, and though
there was no cum juice to speak of, the feelings of orgasm definitely
surged through my young son's body.

"Whew, Dad!" he said. "That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever
had!"  Then I kissed him and told him to go back to bed. That was just the
beginning of our Dad/son fun together.

The next morning, Donnie came down to breakfast in just his jockey shorts
"Gee, Dad, that was wonderful last night, but now I feel kinda tingly down
there and keep wanting to play with myself some more."

I told him that it was okay to play with himself whenever he wanted to, as
long as he didn't let other people see him. He sat down at the breakfast
table and I saw that he had one hand in his lap, apparently strumming
himself to satisfy that sweet pubescent tingle.

I was wearing only bikini briefs, which left nothing to the imagination,
and I could feel Donnie's eyes on me as I moved about the kitchen preparing
our breakfast. It made my penis get hard and almost pop out of my shorts to
realize that my twelve year-old son was ogling me with hunger in his eyes.

By the time we finished eating breakfast and put the dishes away, I was
feeling hot and hard, and I could tell that Donnie was feeling the same
way. I suggested that we go up to my bedroom and I would show him something
new. He eagerly led the way up the stairs, and I couldn't take my eyes off
his cute little butt as he swayed up the steps.

Upstairs I sat on the bed and drew my son to me, hugging him and cupping
his little bottom in both hands. I pressed him against my chest, and he
giggled as his face cuddled into the thick hair that covered my chest. I
kissed him lovingly on his head, then his cheek, and finally kissed his
mouth, lingering in a more than Fatherly smooch that let the tip of my
tongue reach between his eager, hungry, youthful lips. He gasped when we
finally came up for air, and Donnie said, "Wow, Dad! I've never been kissed
like that before!"

Then my hands worked their way down over his butt taking his shorts along
with them as they went. By the time the shorts puddled at my boy's feet, he
was eager to step out of them, and as he did, I was pleased to see my
handsome pre-teen son in all his nakedness. I told him to strut around and
give me a good look at his body, and as he did I took off my bikini shorts
and laid them aside. Then I rose and pulled him to me, pressing his young
body close to mine and letting our pubic regions touch so she could feel my
manly cock against his boyish prick.

I pulled my son with me onto the bed and I moved down to kneel between his
legs, which he eagerly spread apart for his adoring Dad. Actually, I let my
knees lower down so that I was really lying with my head between his legs,
gazing up at his sweet cock and balls in all their youthful bareness,
inviting in their softness and innocence. His penis had not grown yet to
the point of standing up very far, but I knew he would soon begin showing
the signs of his approaching manhood.

As I had the night before, I reached up and caressed my son's inner thighs,
eventually finding my way to his virginal testicles. When I started
stroking his cock with my fingers, he opened up like a little puppy in
heat, and then I could see the head, shiny and hard atop the little penile
post. I held the penis and balls apart while I moved in closer with my
face, and after planting a loving kiss on the head of my son's virgin
penis, I let my tongue lap at his piss slit and eventually run down over
his balls and into the nether regions beneath them, lightly stroking his
clean, young asshole. Hs penis throbbed to the touch of my tongue.

I began licking and lapping at the delicious stalk, and strumming the
little balls with my fingers, holding my son's ass cheeks in both hands and
feeling his excited writhing in the pleasure of his first oral orgasm. It
lasted longer than the one the night before, the one that I had engendered
with my fingers. I smashed my face onto his groin and felt a bit of lovely
cum juice slather onto my tongue and chin until he eventually came down
from his cum and lay gasping for breath.

Then I crawled up and planted kisses on his mouth, once more letting my
tongue part his lips and enter his mouth, giving him a taste of his boyish
cum juice, which he apparently savored, because he accepted my juicy kiss
and wrapped his arms around his loving Dad in complete acceptance of my
amorous actions.

After we had both rested awhile, it was my turn to be the recipient of a
little oral attention, so I asked Donnie if he wanted to try doing to me
what I had just done to him. He eagerly assented, and crawled quickly to a
position between my legs such as I had occupied between his.

His small hands took their time wandering and exploring over my body. Then
he worked his hands down to my stomach, pausing at my naval, and going all
the way down to my feet. There he began a slow search of my inner legs,
moving his small hands up closer and closer to my manly member. He was
amazed at the amount of pubic hair I have, and he ran his fingers through
the auburn curls before bending lower to inspect the fatherly equipment
below my pubic hair.

His little hands felt heavenly on my inner thighs, and when he finally
reached my balls I was hard and already squirming to his touch. Donnie
looked up at me adoringly as he bent his head and took a little lick at the
head of my cock. That seemed to set him off, and before long he had my cock
buried in his mouth just the way I had had his buried in mine a short while
earlier.

His tongue instinctively licked, lapped and sucked me into a frenzy, making
me squeeze my young son between my thighs and hold him in place with my
hand on his head while I soared to a wonderful orgasm, shooting my cum into
his mouth and all over his face. When he finally came up for air, his face
as all juicy and wet, and I pulled him up to kiss me as I had kissed him.

My son and I have been lovers ever since, and we have managed to initiate
some of his friends, and mine as well, into our Dad/son lovemaking.

(If you liked this story, let me know at linksysdon@aol.com)

Love, Dad