Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 05:42:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Andresen <MalricNYC@excite.com>
Subject: On Becoming a Man

	I knew that my son was not like the other boys.  He seemed to lack the
interest in sports and the desire to date girls that I knew was an essential
element of his growing into a man.  My wife was no help whatsoever, she
seemed to spoil the boy and I was afraid that he would turn out to be gay.
	My wife was no help, whatsoever, and with all the other problems we were
having, I decided it was time to cut my losses.  We got a divorce and I
think she was happy with it since she didn't contest anything.  I even made
sure I got sole custody of my boy.  He didn't seem to be too thrilled with
that, probably because wouldn't be spoiled with me around.
	That was last year and now I was getting frustrated because all my efforts
seemed to have no effect on the boy.  Sure, he did start playing sports but
he was playing soccer and that wasn't exactly the manly sport I was thinking
of.
	I guess he didn't have the physique for football, wasn't tall enough for
basketball, and his eye-hand coordination wasn't right for baseball.  So I
settled for soccer.  At least he was getting in shape and his legs were
getting nice and hairy too.  My boy was developing into a young man.
	But I was still nervous about his sexual growth too.  It would not do for
my son to turn into a faggot.  Not that I had anything against them, as long
as they stayed away from me and my boy.
	So here he is, already eighteen and he hasn't even gotten a date for the
damn senior prom.  I was getting a little nervous, I don't mind telling you.
So I figured he was probably too nervous around the girls his age and the
easy ones were probably too ugly, like they were in my High School days.
	I resolved to give him his education where he could feel comfortable: at
home.

	It's interesting.  Finding a hooker was much less difficult than I thought
it was.  The internet is full of young ladies who are willing to take care
of a man's needs for a hundred bucks or so.  It was easy to set up the event
for that Saturday night, after his soccer game.
	She was a young twenties kinda girl when she arrived.  I gave her the two
hundred up front and told her what I wanted her to do to my boy: suck his
cock, let him go down on her, and then let him fuck her.  I figured, with
his age and hormones, we were probably only talking a half hour, an hour if
he came twice, but that didn't bother me.  At least he'd have fucked a
woman.
	Alan was in the family room when she arrived so I sent her into his room
and went to catch the boy.  He was watching some insipid British show when I
sat down next to him and told him to turn off the tv.
	"Son, I've got a little surprise for you.  Since I know you didn't go to
the senior prom, I thought you needed a little help with the girls.  Now I
don't know what you may or may not have done with them so I figured I'd see
to it that you got a little education."
	Alan's face showed his confusion as he thought about what his Dad was
telling him.
	"So, son, I decided to make it easy for you and I got a hooker for you.
She's in your room right now and I want you to go in there and learn all
about fucking women."
	So Alan was marched to his room where the prostitute was already naked,
lying on his bed.  He stammered some greeting as I closed the door and went
back to the family room to watch tv.
	About an hour later, the girl came out wearing Alan's robe.
	"Hey, I don't think your boy is interested, mister.  I went down on him and
he seemed to be ok with that but he won't do much else with me and I ain't
about to spend another hour here if he's not gonna get it up for me."
	I was furious!  How dare my son embarrass the family in front of a hooker!
So I marched back to his room with her, catching the boy on the bed, a sheet
covering his lower body.
	"What's this about you not getting it up for her or going down on her?"
	"But Dad, I think the idea of eating her out is gross and I just can't seem
to stay hard enough to fuck her."  Alan was feeling emboldened by my
language but I was still angry.
	"Well, then, son, I am going to sit here and watch to make sure that you
fuck this girl.  Now strip and let her do her job!"
	Alan turned red but followed my commands as he pulled the sheet from his
waist.  I was impressed.  I'm a little above average but my son had a nice
cock on him.  It was still somewhat soft and it must have been a good nine
inches.  He let the girl go down on him and he seemed to get harder but he
had his eyes closed and I wasn't sure what he was fantasizing about so I
told him to get on with the fucking.
	He laid down between her legs and slid his cock into her, his ass toward me
as I watched.  The soccer seemed to have really built on his legs because he
had the tightest ass I've ever seen.  And he was hairy too!  I hadn't
noticed before but he had an ass that was covered in blonde fur and I could
see it led down into his crack as well.
	I watched as my son plowed his cock into the girl but I could see that he
wasn't having any fun either.  It looked like work to him and he didn't seem
to be able to find a rhythm.  I growled at him and told him to get off her,
I would show him what a real man did to fuck a woman.
	I stripped and although I am 42 I keep in damn fine shape.  Comes from
working construction all my life and not eating out much.  I was already
hard and so I slipped into the hooker without any difficulty.  I pounded the
bitch for all I was worth, working up a good sweat as I drove my seven
inches into her.
	My son was watching and somehow this seemed to make it even better.  I got
a bit of a rush as I realized my son was watching me fuck the girl.  He
moved around to get a better view and as he sat in front of me, I watched
him playing with his cock.  It was hard and throbbing now, his precum oozing
from the mushroom head.
	I had never really noticed my son before but here, now, naked in front of
me, his hard man meat dripping all over his bedspread, I saw that he was a
hot stud, buff and built to go.  I forgot that I was fucking the girl and
just marveled at my son.  I guess he saw me doing that and I think that he
got an idea just then because he moved around me and started touching me.
	I was on fire, his touches were like electricity running through me as he
ran his hands down my back and sides, caressing my hairless ass and running
his hand down my ass crack.  I was still pistoning in and out of the hooker
but my mind wasn't anywhere near her as my son began testing my ass.
	I felt the first finger go in and almost shot my load right then, the
feeling was incredible!  He held his hand back and as I pulled out of the
girl, his finger buried itself in my ass.  But this wasn't right, was it?  I
shouldn't be feeling these feelings, should I?  But I didn't care.
	Then he did something and hit a button in my ass that made me lose it.  I
shot a hot wad into the condom and moaned and growled my orgasm.  I was
still sweaty but I couldn't seem to kick the post-orgasm exhaustion.
	My son told the hooker to get dressed and get out and there was a very
masculine quality to his voice, something I hadn't heard before.  After she
left, he began rubbing my back and making me feel much more relaxed.
	"You liked that, didn't you Dad?  The way it felt when I hit your prostate?
You got off on my finger up your ass, didn't you?"
	I just groaned softly as he kneaded my shoulder.  "Well, Dad, I think it's
time for me to teach you a lesson or two about life."  And with that he
opened my ass wide and dove in with his face, his hot tongue burying itself
into my twitching hole.  I had thought I was spent for the night but his
tongue work on my ass gave rise to another beginning for my cock.
	Alan was expert in rimming as he dove his tongue in and out of my hole,
lubing the ring before diving back in to taste my chute.  I could not
believe the intense feeling he was bringing out of me!  And my cock was
sowing it as it began dripping precum.  I hadn't been able to rise twice in
one night in years!
	My moans and grunts gave Alan all the information he needed as he grabbed
my hips and spun me around, my cock flopping against my belly spewing precum
as it went.  He held my cock and dove down on it, burying my throbber until
his lips tickled my bush.  It was incredible!  His mouth felt better than
the hooker's pussy and it was sucking me harder and harder.
	Alan was good at it, that's for sure!  I felt wave after wave of ecstasy as
he brought me to the brink of cumming again and again.  He was amazing, but
he had more surprises in store for me.
	"All right, Dad.  You liked having my finger up your ass, let's see what
happens when you get the real deal up there!"  Again, he flipped me, baring
my ass for his tongue as he gave it a final spit lube.  I have to tell you,
I was a little scared since I had never had anything bigger than the
doctor's finger up there before.
	But he knew what he was doing and popped his mushroom head through my ring
in a single thrust, holding it there until the fire subsided and I felt the
heat burning down my chute.  When my moans turned to pants, he started
slowly sliding his massive meat up my virgin ass.  It seemed to go on
forever before he filled me up completely, his head banging into my prostate
and sending drips of goo from my own throbbing member.
	He fucked me like a master showing the pupil how to do it, his cock
expanding my hole til it felt complete.  He smacked his balls against mine
with the force of his nine inches sliding in and out of me.  I felt like I
had never felt before and I wanted more!
	Alan reached around and grabbed hold of my cock, milking it for more precum
as he beat into me with his man meat.  It didn't take much more before I
hear him start to groan and shudder.
	"Take my load, bitch.  Make that ass milk my cock juice, Dad.  You know you
want my load inside you!"  And I did!  I flexed my ass, milking his cock and
he let loose with a volley of cum that I knew coated my bowels.  He grunted
nine times before he fell across my back, his sweaty, hairy chest matted
against my back.
	But he didn't ignore me either.  A moment of respite and he pulled out,
leaving me feeling empty.  He grabbed my hips and spun me around again,
spraying my precum across the room.  He swallowed me whole again and then
drove a finger into my recently vacated ass.  The feeling was too much for
me and I shot a second wad, this one deep into my son's hungry mouth.
	"So, Dad. Still think I need to learn something?"
	"No, son, I think I'm the one who had to learn something.  And I think
there's more you can teach me!"
	"Oh, Dad.  You won't believe what I can teach you!"


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Rob