Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 08:28:06 -0500
From: "moonchris6@gmail.com" <moonchris6@gmail.com>
Subject: The American Family - Chapter 5

This story is fictional. It contains sexual situations between members of
the same sex, opposite sex, and within the same family. All of the
characters you read about eventually play a role in the story, in
situations with most other characters. There is a plot, though it creeps in
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The American Family
Chapter 5: Pudding in the Rain


"Get the fuck outta here, ya piece of shit!" Todd shoved his brother out
the front door and slammed it. He may have strained an oblique manhandling
the little bastard, and he cursed while he locked the door.


Kyle deserved it. He'd been a pain in the ass lately. Ever since the
threesome they'd had with Mitch, he was staying in his room with the door
locked, something he'd never done before. Todd should have been receiving
blowjobs on demand now that he'd sucked his dick. Instead the opposite was
true. Blue balls. Jerking off to fag porn and bukakke videos on the
internet. The occasional grope of a young girl on the subway. This was his
existence, and he resented his little fuckface brother for it.


One potential cum bucket had emerged, however. That little slut, Erin Holm,
had agreed to a date with him. He was certain he'd be fucking her before
the week was out. It wasn't that long ago that the little whore had flashed
her bald, thirteen year old cunt to him on the beach, so he knew she wanted
him, and he was going to give it to her.


There was another reason he threw Kyle out of the house. Something was
going on with his computer, something on Facebook. On the rare occasions
Kyle left his door open, he'd clicked away from Facebook or shut his laptop
cover if Todd happened to walk by. Todd hadn't been able to see what the
site was, but just the fact that Kyle was being secretive about it made him
want to see it.


Bounding up the stairs he walked into Kyle's room and shut the door behind
him, though he knew that was unnecessary. He was the only one in the house
now, and even if the little crybaby came back, he'd just beat the shit out
of him and toss him out the front door again. Still, the closed door gave
him a sense of entitlement.


First he wanted to check out the hard drive, to see if there was anything
in the browser cache that Kyle was trying to hide. Getting into the
computer was easy. His parents didn't allow a password on the computer
until you turned sixteen, so Kyle had to keep it unprotected, and deal with
occasional "searches" from their Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy wanna-be
parents. Luckily they were too fucking stupid to realize all the shit you
wanted to hide was on your phone, usually in Tinder, Facebook, or
WeChat. They just searched the history, so they never came up with anything
incriminating, even though, at least for Todd growing up, there was plenty
of dirt to be found.


Todd didn't find anything of interest in the internet cache though, so he
dove into Facebook. Technically he could do the rest of his hunting from
his own computer, but he was enjoying the illicit snooping. Opening
Facebook, he saw that Kyle was smart and had logged off. So what could the
password be? It had to be one of two choices, and the first one, something
to do with Minecraft, would be too arbitrary to guess. Was it "cr33per"?
No. "m1necraft"? Not that either. Giving up, he considered something to do
with Kyle's favorite baseball player, Alex Rodriguez. He tried a few
combinations and finally hit jackpot with "arod13". So predictable.


He browsed the feed for a couple minutes, finding nothing that satisfied
his curiosity. Looking at the groups that Kyle was a member of, most of
them were the typical nine year old fanboy bullshit. NY Yankees; Minecraft;
Game of Thrones. Then he saw one that was foreign to him: "KAST". Clicking
it, he saw a panoramic picture of a beach filled with kids and their
parents. They were sunbathing, swimming, and playing typical beach
games. Moving to the members section there were 38 members, all of whom
were kids aged roughly fourteen and younger.


What the hell is this, he thought. He took out his phone and opened
Facebook and searched for KAST. No results. It was a private group, only
allowed to be found and joined if an administrator invited you. He googled
it, and found nothing but a radio station, and some European furniture
thing.


Finally looking at the messages on the board, he saw some references to a
"KAST Party" that was scheduled in a couple weeks. Scrolling down, he saw a
more formal invite to the KAST party, from none other than Mitch
Holm. "Remember to bring an adult friend if you can find one. If not, no
problem!" Todd opened the comments and saw a dozen or so kids accepting the
invite, some indicating who they would bring. "I'll bring my brother, hes
home from UIC 4 the summer :-P" said a cute girl with braces. Another girl
said, "My aunt is visiting n we had a `talk' about it. Well more than a
talk lol. She's interested!"


His confusion was mounting.  He scrolled down to the very bottom of the
KAST page - it was only a week old - and found nothing indicating what
"KAST" was. He started randomly opening comments on posts. On one post,
from a kid asking if anybody knew of any nude beaches in the area, there
was a comment at the bottom: "Thanks 4 starting this grp Mitch! Yeah, kids
r sexual 2!!!"


Kids r sexual 2. Kids are sexual too. KAST.


Holy. Fucking. Shit. A "KAST party" with kids bringing adults? Was this
some kind of pedophile utopia party, Todd thought, with kids getting fucked
silly by anybody who found a wet hole? He looked back at some of the
pictures of members. His cock started getting hard at the thought of some
of these little 4th and 5th graders taking his big dick down their throats,
tears welling in their eyes as he held their noses til they finally gagged
and choked all over it. He thought of little Mikey Nettles, one of Kyle's
little fuckwad friends, bent over a chair, his smooth ass split apart by
his meat as it pumped him full of cum.


Todd put a hand on his cock as he looked at the pictures and no sooner did
he touch it than the jizz shot out and covered his belly and chest. He
scooped a bunch up and sucked it off his fingers, swallowing it down,
savoring the taste. Fags love this shit, he thought. Thank God I'm not one
of them!


Breathing heavily, he looked for the administrators. He had a hunch he knew
who they would be, and he was right: Mitch Holm, and his own shithead
little brother, Kyle Baker. He opened up Facebook on his phone again and
quickly created a fake user. Hmm, how about, little ten year old Ted
Cooke. I'm Todd Baker, and my little buddy is Ted Cooke, he thought,
chuckling at his cleverness. Then from Kyle's account, he sent Ted an
invite to KAST, and that's it! Voila. He was on the fast track to some pedo
orgy parties!


Just as he was about to shut down Kyle's computer, he saw another
administrator on the KAST member list. The sexy girl smiling at him in the
profile was none other than his soon to be new cum dumpster, Little Miss
Slut Erin Holm.


***


Mitch was getting undressed after a baseball game in which he had two hits
and two RBI, when there was a knock on his door. He'd just taken his jock
strap off and was naked when he opened the door. He didn't know who was
behind the door, and didn't care. Part of him hoped it was his mom or dad,
whom he was waiting for any opportunity to introduce to "KAST", so his look
of mild disappointment at seeing his sister wasn't lost on her.


"Sorry, it's just me," she said. "Can I come in?" Without waiting for his
response, she walked in and plopped down on his bed. "Nice game today! Todd
said you got a couple hits."


"Oh you saw Todd huh," said Mitch. "What's he up to? How was your date?"


"I was hoping you'd ask me about that, but first tell me about your week at
Uncle Ivan's. You said you played with him?"


Mitch, still naked, lay next to her on the bed and described the encounter
in detail. He told her about hiding behind the curtain while their uncle
watched the porn with the man and boy. He told her about rubbing their
cocks together and getting into the sixty-nine position. Finally he
described how Uncle Ivan had spurted his juice all over his face and licked
it off, sharing it with him in a wet kiss.


"First Kyle," said Erin. "Now Uncle Ivan. Do you think you're gay?"


"Are you kidding," he laughed. "I loved playing with you and then fucking
Sherri. I guess I like both." He looked up and saw that Erin had her hand
under her heart-patterned skirt and was rubbing her pussy furiously. His
cock was already hard from the telling of his story about Uncle Ivan, and
Erin was watching it twitch as she played with her pussy. "Can I touch
you?" he asked.


Without answering, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her tit. Mitch sat
up and pulled her shirt up, exposing her tiny braless boobs and the little
dime sized nipples. As much as he enjoyed his experiences with Sherri,
Kyle, and Uncle Ivan, nothing compared to the taboo and excitement of
touching his big sister. She was the most important person in his life and
he'd lie on railroad tracks for her. She had started "KAST"; she didn't
know it, but "KAST" wouldn't exist if it weren't for her.


She was moaning as he licked her tits. "Mitch, I want to tell you about my
date with Todd Baker, but I want to be sitting on your face when I tell
you."


Mitch was reminded how he'd played with Todd, mostly against his will, when
he also sucked Kyle's little dick. He'd been meaning to tell his sister
about that, but decided now wasn't the right time either. Instead he lay
back down on the bed as she got up and shimmied off her tight skirt and
little white panties. Mitch admired her naked, barely teenaged pussy as she
climbed over his face. His tongue shot out and licked her tiny asshole and
through her pussy lips to her clit. She moaned in appreciation as she began
her story:


"He took me out to eat and paid for dinner. That was really nice. We went
to Applebees and he made me laugh when he made fun of the
waitresses. Halfway through dinner, he put his hand on my knee and started
sliding it up my leg and under my skirt. I didn't mind. You know how much
I've been lusting over him.


"Anyway, after dinner was over we were going to go to the movie, but he
asked if I wanted to do something else instead. I kinda wanted to see the
movie because I really wanted to sit close to him and hold his hand. But he
had some beer in the back seat and said that would be more fun, so we went
under the bridge out on 170th Street by the woods.


"When we got there, he started kissing me. It was fucking amazing,
Mitch. Oh God, keep licking my clit. I'm going to cum soon. We were kissing
and it was getting hot. He pulled off my shirt and pinched my nipples. He
did it a little too rough, but I was really hot so I didn't mind. He sucked
them and bit them. Didn't like that much either, you do it better Mitch!


"I got down on my knees and pulled down his pants. His dick is a really
nice size and it was rock hard. I slid the head in my mouth and sucked it
as hard as I could. He grabbed me by the head and shoved his dick deep into
my throat. At first I gagged and tears filled my eyes, but I guess I got
used to it. He was holding my head and just fucking my face like it was a
pussy.


"When he let go, he pulled me up and took my skirt off. I said, `Will you
lick my pussy?' He just kinda laughed and spit on his hand, then shoved two
fingers into my pussy. It really hurt, but I expected that. I was a
virgin. I'm just glad I was wet!


"After that, he bent me over and slid his dick all the way into my
pussy. It really hurt, at least til my fussy adjusted. Right away he was
just fucking me really hard, and I kinda liked that, Mitch, once I got used
to it. He pulled his dick out of my pussy and grabbed a fistful of hair,
pulling my head back. He was like, `You like it rough, don't you bitch?' I
hated being called bitch but before I could say anything, he put his cock
head up against my asshole and started pushing it in.


"I was like, 'no Todd, not in there, it will hurt too much! It's too big!'
He didn't seem to want to stop though, and I pushed him away. He grumbled a
little bit and grabbed my hair again, this time shoving his dick back up my
pussy, and started fucking me really hard. I definitely loved it when he
was fucking me, but I would have liked it more if we did it the normal way,
you know, with him on top and I could look into his eyes.


"When he came, he pulled out and pushed me back onto my knees and shot it
all on my face. I felt kinda weird about that but it was ok, I guess. He
got dressed after that and he held me for a bit because I asked him to, but
he was in a hurry to get going. He didn't want to be seen.


"Overall I guess it was pretty good, not what I expected. Actually I think
I liked playing with you and Sherri a little more. I'm sure it will get
better if we date more and get used to each other."


Mitch wasn't so sure. "I hope so," he said though her pussy lips, muffling
his words.


"Oh shit Mitch, I love the way you do that to my pussy. I can feel your
nose rubbing it."


Mitch pushed his tongue as far into her pussy as he could and she moaned
out. He swirled it around in her tight hole.


"Oh God, I'm going to cum!!" she said, and she ground her pussy down hard
onto his face, his nose buried in her asshole. He felt a gush of liquid
flow into his mouth and swallowed as fast as he could as he reached up and
pinched her nipples. After a minute, she stopped shuddering and lifted her
hips off his face.


"That was amazing," they said in unison, and she leaned down and kissed him
gently on the mouth, her lips licking her juices off his chin and
cheeks. "Mmm, I taste pretty good!" she said.


Working her tongue in circles, she licked her brother slowly from his chin
to his neck, onto his chest, and down his flat smooth stomach to where his
little cocklet was bobbing, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Raising
her head she stared into his eyes as she ran her tongue from the base of
his dick to the tip.


"Oh GOD Erin, it feels so good!"


She smiled a wicked grin. "I've been wanting to do this again ever since we
played with Sherri. Mitch, I want your cum in my mouth, and I'm going to
suck it out of your dick so hard a little bit of your brains may come
seeping out."


It all felt like slow motion to Mitch. Her mouth opened and he saw a
glimpse of her pink tongue in the dark abyss. He saw his dick head going in
her wide open mouth but felt nothing until it hit the back of her throat,
her lips still not closing on his hard shaft. He felt his dick push open
her throat like a canoe cutting through the lake water. Finally her nose
hit his naked pubic bone and she closed her lips around the bottom of his
shaft. She held him like that, his breath taken away, for longer than he
expected. She seemed to be savoring the hardness embedded in her throat as
her tongue was washing the underside back and forth, up and down.


With a slow deliberate motion, she raised up and Mitch felt her lips
tightly lift and pull the skin of his dick with a sucking motion. She
seemed to have one purpose, and that was to extract his cum. Her head
increased its speed as the suction seemed to only intensify. Up and down
her head went, until it became a blur, and Mitch's eyes rolled into the
back of his head and his hips thrust up off the bed. He felt transported to
another place, another universe where all sensory perception was focused on
your dick. Sherri was good; Uncle Ivan was amazing; but Erin had a mouth
and throat that appeared to be created by God for one singular purpose,
which was to suck cum from a man's dick.


Mitch's body froze stiff as a board as his dick pulsed and shot his first
stream of cum into Erin's mouth. He may have moaned, he wasn't sure. He
watched her lift her head up until just the tip was in her mouth, all the
while sucking and licking the dick like it was a lollipop, pulling out the
cum like a sorceress summoning evil spirits from an afflicted soul. Mitch
felt three, or four, or maybe five more spurts and dribbles before he
collapsed in a heap of exhaustion on the bed, his body covered in sweat.


Causing him a final jerk, she popped his dick out of her mouth and smacked
her lips. She climbed up on top of his body and kissed him, the cum flowing
into his mouth. He'd never tasted his own cum before and he found it tasted
better than Ivan's.


Their tongues fought for the young boy's cum, some of it spilling onto his
face, which she quickly gobbled up. "You're getting more and more cum,
little brother," she said with a contented smile.


"I really love you, sis," he said.


"I know baby," she said. "I love you too. More than anything. And I really
love this whole KAST thing. I can't believe how it's taking off! Have you
figured out how to get mom or dad involved?"


"I don't know," he said. "That one day I talked to dad and he had a boner."


"Why don't you talk to him again? Tell him you're confused about sex or
something. Ask him if he'll show you how things work. Tell him you're
afraid of what happens when you touch your hard dick."


"I didn't think of that. You're really smart, Erin. Are you going to date
Todd again?"


"I think so. It was a nice date, and he took my cherry, so that was
good. That's what I wanted. He was kind of mean about it though. It will
get better, right?"


"I don't know, maybe," he said. Which was not at all what he was thinking.


---


Church was boring, and would be intolerable for Mitch if it weren't for the
smell of the candles. The candles made him feel like he was in some special
foreign country. It was only the kneeling and sitting and standing (and
then kneeling again) that brought him back to America. Thankfully, thought
Mitch, today's visit had none of that. Though he knew he should be, Mitch
was not a big fan of church, no matter how frequently his mother made him
go.


They stepped into Father Antonelli's clean, musty smelling office and took
a seat across from his chair. Mitch's father had set this meeting up and
Mitch was equal parts dreading it and looking forward to it.


"I'm glad you called me, Charles," the priest said. "I think it's important
that we have a talk with Mitch. He's going through a very confusing time in
his life."


Mitch didn't feel confused. He actually felt the opposite over the last few
weeks since he first laid his hands on Erin's pussy.


"Well," said Charles. "He came to talk to me about his interest in s...".


"Sex," Father said. "It's ok, you can say it."


Charles said, "Sex. And that's not all. He talked about having sex with
adults, and how a lot of his friends want to have sex with adults! I didn't
know what to tell him Father A."


"Well, we in the Catholic church have known about boys' fascination with
sex -- including with adults -- for decades, so you came to the right
place. The thing you can't do is get upset with him, yell at him, or try to
suppress his feelings. His feelings are valid, Charles."


"Ok," said Mitch's dad. "But it's really awkward to talk about stuff like
that with my own son!"


"Charles, did your dad talk to you about sex when you were a kid?"


"No way!"


"Do you wish he did?"


Charles thought about it. "Yes, I guess I would have been a lot smarter
about it. I wouldn't have been so afraid of girls for so long."


"So give Mitch what you wanted when you were a kid. Kids are thinking about
sex at younger ages than before. You should explore that with him, answer
his questions. Now, the Catholic church of course frowns on premarital
sex. It's a sin, no two ways about it. So I can't advise you to allow your
son to have sex with anybody, including adults. But talk to him. No
subjects should be off limits."


Charles was nodding, and Mitch was smiling ear to ear.


"And if you need help talking to him, Charles," Father A said, putting a
hand on Charles's knee. "Let me know, ok?"


"You have experience dealing with kids and sex?" said Charles.


"Oh yes," Father Antonelli said with a broad smile. "Plenty of experience."


---


Mitch's dad was loading the dishwasher when he walked into the
kitchen. "Hey dad," he said.


"Wait a minute," his dad said. "Why am I doing this? You don't have enough
chores around here!"


"I was busy doing my homework," Mitch said.


His dad turned and looked at him. "It's August," he said with a deadpan
face that made Mitch laugh.


"Why doesn't mom help with any of the cooking or cleaning?"


"Hey, lay off her. She's the one who brings the money that let's us have
this nice house. Nice vacations. Everything we have is because of your
mother."


"She seems really grumpy all the time lately."


"Well, I told her about our conversation. You know, with Father A about
sex?" he said. "She wasn't too happy about any of that, least of all that
you're thinking about sex."


"Actually, could we talk about sex now, dad?" Mitch said.


Charles stopped putting dishes away and closed his eyes. Mitch wasn't sure
if he even heard him. "Ok," he finally said. "Let's sit down and talk. What
do you want to know about?"


They sat down and Mitch scooted his chair a little closer to his dad. "Some
kid on my baseball team mentioned something about sperm," he said. "He
called it `cum' and I didn't know what he was talking about so I asked him,
and he said cum is sperm. But that didn't help me. What's sperm?"


"Ok, Mitch, this isn't something you're ready to hear about. Let's talk
about this when you're a teen."


"Dad! Father A said we should talk about anything! Otherwise where am I
going to go to learn about it? Now that I heard about it, I have to know
about it!"


Sighing deeply, his father said, "Ok. You're right. So. Yes, another word
for sperm is cum. But let's call it sperm. Sperm is made by your body and
is ---"


"Where in the body is it made, dad?"


"In the balls -- er, I mean in your testicles."


"Where's that?"


"That's the little sac that hangs below your penis. Have you noticed it
down there?"


This was going perfectly, Mitch thought, and he slid his chair out and
rearranged his hardening dick, not worrying that his dad saw him do
it. "Yes, it feels good to touch it. But where does cum go after my
testicles makes it?"


"Sperm, son. It shoots out of the end of your penis."

"Gross, like pee? Do we have to use the toilet when sperm shoots out?"
Mitch said.


"No, son, it's completely different. Pee happens whenever it happens, but
cum is -- I mean sperm is shot only when we want to shoot it."


"How do we make it shoot out?" Mitch said, noticing a tent in his dad's
shorts.


"Well, first of all, I think you're too young to shoot sperm yet. Your
penis has to be rubbed by something usually, like your hand, or the inside
of a woman's vagina. Or for some men, they rub it inside of another man's
rear end. Some men do both. The other thing that works to make you shoot
your cum is by another person sucking on it."


"Really, dad! Wow! How do I rub it? Like this?" Mitch used the palm of his
hand and rubbed the head of his dick as though he was rolling a billiards
ball around on a table.


"No, no, that's not really how we do it," his dad said, laughing. "Usually
we just kinda hold it in your hand like it's a broom and stroke it up and
down, like this," and he stroked an imaginary dick up and down in the air.


"I don't understand," Mitch said. "Wouldn't that hurt?"


"No, because we may use something to make it slippery, like soap or
something."


Mitch stood up and reached into his shorts, grasped his little dick and
gave it a couple strokes. "Oh! Ow, that really hurts!" he said. "I don't
get how to do this!"


"Mitch calm down. When you get older, you'll figure it out," his dad
said. Noticing Mitch's tears welling up in his eyes, he stood up and gave
him a hug. Mitch felt his dad's dick poking against his chest.


"Dad, will you just show me how to do it? Then I don't have to ask any
other questions."


Charles Holm shook his head and paced around the kitchen, staring at his
shoes. "Mitch, I can't just show you how to stroke your di-- your
penis. What if your mother found out?"


"I won't tell her," said Mitch. "Please, you remember what Father A
said. I'm really curious, and I don't want to feel stupid around my
friends."


Charles looked at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. "Ohhh, God help me,"
he said after a time. "Mitch, let's go to the bathroom and take a
shower. It will be like the men's locker room at the gym."


Entering the bathroom, Mitch's stomach was filled with butterflies. His dad
closed the door behind them and pulled off his shirt. "Might as well get
undressed, son. Here's the rules. I'll go into the shower with you and you
can start to rub your penis. If it feels good, then we are done, you don't
need my help. Otherwise, I'll just tell you what to do to make it feel
good. If you feel weird or want to stop, just say the word."


The two of them undressed, and Mitch looked at his dad's dick. It seemed
pretty hard but still hung down a bit. It looked about the size of a
screwdriver. There was no hair around the base of his dick. "Where's your
hair, dad?"


"I keep it shaved because that's how your mom likes it," said his
dad. Looking down at Mitch's penis, he said, "Well look at your little
dick, kiddo. That's not a bad size at all, and with no hair, your mom would
love that! I haven't seen your penis in a long time, and it's grown pretty
well. And look! It's growing right now."


He was right. Mitch felt his dick get rock hard at the sight of his dad's
big dick. He had an urge to grab it and suck it into his mouth, but
suppressed it.


Mitch's dad turned on the water and they both stepped into the large
shower. "Ok, son," Charles said. "It looks like your dick is hard, so what
you can do is grab it like this," and he grasped his own dick tightly, the
head still sticking out from the end of his hand. Mitch emulated him and
started stroking it.


"Ouch, that kinda hurts, dad!"


"Here, use this." His dad took the bottle of shampoo and squirted some on
first Mitch's, then his own cock. Both Mitch and his dad started stroking
their cocks.


"Oh, that doesn't hurt anymore dad, thanks!" said Mitch as he watched with
excitement his father stroking his large cock. Charles didn't notice
because he was staring at Mitch's little dick. "Dad, when does the cum
shoot out?"


His dad moaned and stroked his dick a little faster. "Oh, it happens
eventually, you just have to keep stroking it, son, and stroke it faster
and be sure to rub the head."


"My head?" Mitch started rubbing the moppy hair on top of his head with his
free hand.


"No," his dad said, laughing. "The head of you penis is the thing on the
end of your it, son," and he pointed to Mitch's dick. Mitch lunged his hips
forward slightly and his dad's finger rubbed Mitch's soapy spongy cock
head. "Oh, sorry son!"


"That's ok dad, that felt really good!" Mitch said. "It doesn't feel that
good when I do it."


"I'm getting really close to shooting my load Mitch. A load is another word
for sperm.  How are you doing?"


Mitch stroked it faster and stepped closer to his dad, so that the man's
large cock was only a couple inches from Mitch's shoulder. "It feels ok
dad, but I don't think anything's going to shoot out. I must be doing it
all wrong. I'm trying to do what you're doing, but I just don't understand
why it doesn't feel as good! Will you show me?"


Charles inched ever so slowly closer to his son, so his dick was
momentarily in contact with Mitch's chest. "I don't think I can do that,
son."


"Just for a second dad, so I can see what I'm doing wrong." Mitch slid
forward slightly, just enough so that his dad's soapy cock slid up his
chest onto his shoulder. Then, rocking back and forth, the big shaved cock
went up and down on Mitch's chest, effectively stroking his dad's penis
shaft with his body. Charles moaned loudly.


Gathering himself, he said, "ok, I can show you how to do it, just so you
know what feels good and can try to get that feeling too." He went down to
his knees in front of Mitch and they were nearly eye to eye. He took a hold
of Mitch's dick between his thumb and three fingers, wrapping them around
his son's slippery dick.


Mitch closed his eyes and moaned, putting his hands on his dad's shoulders
for support. His dad stroked his wet slippery dick back and forth, leaning
closer to get a better look. The dick was was an inch from his face and
Mitch leaned forward. The hairless little cock slid around on his dad's
cheek and nose before he backed up, pretending it was an accident.


Charles increased his stroking as Mitch's hips started pumping and fucking
his dad's hand. "Are you feeling something, Mitch?"


"Oh yeah dad. God it feels so good!"


"Keep that feeling son. Push it. Don't be afraid, you're just going to
cum. It will be ok. Just give yourself up to the feeling."


Mitch fleetingly smiled at his dad's ignorance of all that Mitch had
already done with his sister and his uncle, not to mention Sherri, the only
girl he'd ever fucked. He grabbed his dad's head and using all his muscles,
pulled it toward his dick until his lips rubbed the soapy cockhead. He
tried to mentally will his dad, open your mouth, open your mouth, but it
didn't work. However, his dad didn't pull away from Mitch's cock rubbing
around on his lips. The heat of the shower was causing steam to rise up,
but it was nothing compared to how hot Mitch's boiling cum was as it rose
from his balls.


With a loud grunt, a little spurt sprung forward out of his pecker,
covering his dad's upper lip and nose. "Oh yes Mitch, shoot it!!" his dad
said, and his mouth opened just in time for the next shot to fall inside
onto his tongue. "Mmm," he said, and quickly swallowed, then opening wide
he kept pumping Mitch's dick so that another few spurts shot into his
mouth, hitting the back of his throat.


Finally Mitch's dick pulsed without any juice leaking out, and his dad let
go of his dick and sat back on his haunches. His mouth still open, eyes
closed, body jerking, he threw his head back and made a production out of
savoring and swallowing his son's cum.


After a minute, both of them started to calm down. Mitch looked at his dad
and hugged him. "Dad, that felt really amazing! Thank you for showing me
how to cum! I would really like to do the same thing to you, will you let
me?"


His dad looked down at his dick, which had wilted under the stream of water
that fell on it. "Well," he said. "Remember how I told you earlier that a
guy has to rub his dick with something to make the cum shoot out? I didn't
tell you one little secret. If we guys are excited enough, sometimes we cum
without even touching our cock."


"This excited you that much, dad?" Mitch asked.


"Look," his dad said, pointing toward the shower floor. Mitch followed his
finger and watched with great satisfaction as a huge, thick, creamy load
was dissipating toward the shower drain, like pudding breaking apart in a
hot summer rain.


Looking back at his father, Mitch noticed his face was all wet and wondered
briefly if it was the shower or his dad's tears. He bent over and gave his
kneeling dad a hug. "I love you, dad," he said. "Thank you for teaching
me. I wish your dad had taught you.


That made Charles smile. "Me too, son. Ok, let's get dried off." He turned
off the water, stepped out of the shower, and held out his hand to help his
son step out carefully. He was going to reach for a couple towels for them,
but could only take one.


Mitch still had a hold on his other hand, and wasn't letting go.


====End of chapter 5====

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