Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 12:15:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Curiosity" Chapter 2

Curiosity
Chapter 2

The conference was over on Saturday afternoon, and Alex and I flew home
Sunday afternoon.  My wife had dinner ready, and when I sat down with her
and my son Ricky, I felt an odd sense of discomfort when he asked me how
the conference went.  It was hard for me to look him in the eye, but I
forced myself to appear calm and collected.  After dinner, I excused myself
and went upstairs to my home office, claiming I had to work on a report to
my Board, due on Monday morning.

I closed the door and thought about Alex and his son Jason.  If anything
had happened between Jason and his wrestling coach that weekend, I knew the
boy would never reveal it to his father.  Alex had never been receptive to
discussing personal matters with his son, as I had with Ricky.  When I was
growing up, my father gave me the proverbial "facts of life" talk, very
openly and very frankly.  Nudity around each of us was common and accepted
as quite natural while in the house.  Therefore, I suppose, because we had
seen each other's penises, both hard and soft, I felt no embarrassment
while my father talked to me about sex.

After Ricky was born, I followed my father's lead with both nudity around
each other and a frank "facts of life" talk when he was about eleven years
old.  My friend Alex, however, never allowed himself to be seen naked
around Jason, and certainly never discussed sex with his son.

I was given the honor of being Jason's godfather and, as such, I urged Alex
to be open with his son and talk to him about sexual matters that he would
need to know.  Alex had almost fallen apart at the thought of such a
conversation.  He could never get himself to do it.  Since I was convinced
of the importance of such a talk, I told him that, as Jason's godfather, I
would talk to the boy about it.  Alex was greatly relieved.

One night when Alex and his wife were out for the evening, I was invited to
go over to their house and have my conversation with the boy.  Since Jason
and I had always gotten along well, he was receptive to the information I
gave him.  As my father was with me, and as I was with Ricky, I tried to be
very clinical about it, telling him about the anatomy of both men and
women, how babies are made, and the process of sexual arousal, etc.  Since
I was sure he was familiar with the sexual vernacular from his school
friends, I used the common terminology of "fuck," "cunt," "pussy," "cum,"
"asshole," "cock," "hard-on," "jerk-off," etc.  He told me he was very
comfortable with having me talk to him since he knew his father could never
let the word "sex" pass his lips.

When I finally brought up the subject of masturbation, I asked him if he
knew what that was.  He said he did know because he heard his friends
talking about it.  He admitted that he had tried to do it while in bed, but
was never able to cum or achieve orgasm.  He'd learned from others that it
was considered a bad thing to do.  We talked about it, and I assured him to
the contrary it was a good thing.  I quoted to him something my father had
told me, and that I had told my own son.  "Masturbation is something all
men and boys do all their lives for both pleasure and the relief of sexual
tension."  Jason asked me if I still did it.  I told him that jerking-off
was still a big part of my sexual life.

The evening went well, with Jason asking many questions.  He even asked me
more questions when, in the months after that, I happened to be at his
house.  On one of those occasions, he followed me into the bathroom and
told me he had never seen a grown man's penis.  As I was peeing, he pulled
out his own penis and peed with me.  I was glad that I had made him
comfortable in doing that back when we had our little talk.  He was
actually shocked to see how much larger my penis was than his little
eleven-year-old organ, as well as the size of my rather low-hung balls.  He
asked me if that was the big rod I put into my wife's pussy to get her
pregnant.  I said indeed it was.


On Monday morning after returning from the Conference, I went to the office
to find that Alex had come in, but promptly left for an appointment with a
client at a construction site.  I'd barely sat down at my desk and started
going through my morning mail when I got the message that Jason had arrived
and wanted to see me.  I walked to my office door and welcomed him in.

"Well, Jason," I said with cheer in my voice, "I'm told you were invited to
spend a weekend with your wrestling coach.  That was quite an honor, I
suppose, being the only one invited."

"I guess so," Jason said quietly.  "Eric . . . he's my coach . . . dropped
me off here this morning because my Dad said he would pick me up here and
drive me home."

"Sit down, Jason.  Tell me all about it.  I understand your coach wanted to
show you some new wrestling moves."

"Yeah."

I sat in a chair next to Jason.  "What's the matter, boy?  You seem kind of
pensive."

"Oh, I don't know.  It wasn't what I expected."

I looked at Jason and was sure I knew what happened.  "Did he hurt you in
some way?"

"No nothing like that.  But as soon as we got to the cabin, he took off all
his clothes and told me to strip down, also.  I'd never seen coach naked
before, although he'd seen me naked in the locker room.  Then he said we
should head out to the lake and do some swimming."

"Well," I said, "I think all boys do some skinny-dipping when they're
young.  Your dad and I and some of our friends did a lot of skinny-dipping
in a small pond behind our house when we were kids.  It was fun."

Jason looked down at his hands.  "When we got in the water, he started
touching me and playing around with me."

"He did?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Porter.  I hope you don't mind my telling you.  You know,
you told me I could talk to you about anything."

"Indeed you can, Jason.  There's something I need to tell you.  I don't
mean to speak ill of Eric, your coach, but I think, under the
circumstances, you should know there are very credible rumors around that
he's a homosexual."

Jason looked up and said, "Well that explains everything that happened this
weekend."

"What else happened, Jason?"

"When we got back to the cabin, he said he didn't want us to put our
clothes back on.  We should spend the weekend naked.  He talked about how
he admired the male body and that he thought I had a perfect male physique,
and that I should be proud of it.  He kept touching me.  Then after we ate
some supper, he got me down on the floor and said he wanted to show me some
new wrestling moves."

"So you learned some new moves?"

"Not exactly.  They weren't wrestling moves at all.  He got me into
position where he had his mouth all over me, including my penis and balls,
and even my asshole."

I put my hand on his arm.  "Let me ask you something, Jason.  Did you find
anything he did pleasurable in any way?  Be honest with me."

A faint smile came to Jason's lips.  "Sure.  Some of it.  As you told me a
long time ago, anything that involves a guy's penis is bound to be
pleasurable."

"Did he bring you to climax, Jason?"

"Not then, but when we went to bed, he lay next to me and put his hand on
my thigh.  He asked me if I jerked off and, if so, how often.  I told him
yes I did, almost every night.  He told me that was good and gave me this
story that it's very healthy for athletes to jack off as frequently as
possible because it makes real men out of them.  Then he asked me if I ever
jacked off with other guys, and I said I never did.  He said jacking off
with other guys is important because it causes a masculine bond between
athletes.  I think he was bull-shitting me."

"I think he was bull-shitting you, too" I said, "but it's true that a lot
of guys do jack off together, and find it quite satisfying."

Jason looked at me with his eyes widening.  "They do?  Did you ever do
that, Mr. Porter."

"We've been honest with each other about everything, haven't we Jason?" I
said.  "Ever since we first talked about sex."

"Yes, we have.  You're the only one I've ever been able to talk to."

"I don't want you to be shocked by this," I said, "but when your dad and I
were young, we jacked off together many times."

"You did?"

"Yes, and we've even done it when we grew older."

"You're talking about my Dad?  The man who doesn't even know the meaning of
sex?  Wow."

"Jason, your dad knows the meaning of sex, as all men do.  He's just had a
problem with talking about it with you, his son.  For some reason, it
embarrasses him."

"When was the last time you did that with Dad?"

"Let's just say . . . recently.  Jason, you're man enough to take that news
aren't you?  To learn that your Dad is a human being like all of us?"

"Yes," Jason said with a smile.

"So, Jason," I said, "you and Eric jacked off together."

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy it?  I hope you did.  Not that doing it with Eric made
any difference.  But I hope you just enjoyed doing it with another man."

"Well, Mr. Porter, it was kind of erotic and I came pretty fast."

"Is that all you and Eric did?"

"Later that night, he took my penis in his mouth and gave me another
orgasm."  Jason contorted his face.  "And he even swallowed it.  I don't
know why he did that."

"Did he ask you to do the same to him."

"I think he wanted me to, but I couldn't get myself to put his huge penis
in my mouth."

"But Jason, it did feel good to have his lips and tongue massaging your
Penis, didn't it?"

"Yes," he said with a smile and a glance at my crotch, which was now
bulging with my own hard-on.

I took Jason's hand and looked into his dark brown eyes.  "I feel very
close to you, my boy, ever since we first talked so openly about sex back
when you were eleven years old.  I hope that our being so honest with each
other has helped you understand a man's sexuality."

"It has, Mr. Porter, and . . . and I love you for that.  I wish my dad had
been as open and truthful as you've been."

With being very obvious, I stared down at the outline of his hard penis in
his left pant leg.  "Remember, Jason, a long time ago when you came into
the bathroom with me and were curious about the size of my penis as
compared to your much smaller one?"

Jason laughed.  "I sure do.  Mine was so tiny next to yours."

"Now it's my turn to be curious, Jason, since you're fully grown at
eighteen and ready to start college next fall.  I can see through your pant
leg you've now got a whopper of a rod there that's going to make a good
fuck for some young co-ed."

"You want to see it, Mr. Porter?"  Jason said as he stood up.

"Sure," I said.  "Let's go into my bathroom here where I can get a good
look at it."

In the bathroom, I watched Jason un-do his belt and let his pants fall down
around his ankles.  Then, when he pulled down his under shorts, his hard
penis bounced out like it was on a spring.

"Pull yours out, Mr. Porter, so we can compare," Jason said.

We stood there next to the toilet with our pants down around our ankles.  I
took hold of his hard rod and rolled it around in my hand.

"Boy, young man," I said.  "you've got a cock there that beats mine by at
least an inch.  Your Dad's penis when it's hard, also beats mine, even
though mine is seven and a half inches."

Without embarrassment, Jason reached down and grabbed hold of my hard penis
with one hand and my balls with the other.  "But I've never seen a sack of
balls this long, though, Mr. Porter."

I laughed.  "It's one of my best features, young man."

As Jason fondled my huge balls, he said, "Does your son, Ricky, also jack
off with other guys?"

"I know he jacks off," I said, "and I don't doubt he jacks off with other
guys sometimes."

Jason's face turned serious.  "Maybe he and I can do it together sometime."

"I'm sure he'd like that.  I'll talk to him about it.  I don't know why I
hadn't asked him before, but I'll find out if he does it with other guys.
We talk about these things just as openly as you and I have."

"Do you really?  He's lucky to have a dad like you."

"Do you know Ricky very well?"

Jason nodded.  "A little.  We've seen each other in the hallway, and last
semester we had a class together.  We've talked a few times, but we don't
really know each other."

I was getting very horny as I held on to Jason's hard cock.  Finally, I
said, "Since you've already had the experience, what say you and I get rid
of these throbbing penises.  Shall we get rid of our loads together?"

"Yeah," Jason said with a big smile.

It surprised me that I would suggest this or even crave to do it with young
Jason.  Before I experienced the joys of heavy sex with his father a few
days before, such a thing would never have occurred to me.

I went to the door and told my secretary I didn't want to be disturbed, and
then locked the door.  When I turned around, I found Jason stripping off
all his clothes, again with no embarrassment.  He collapsed naked in a
sitting position on the sofa with his legs extended out in front of him.  I
didn't realize he wanted to do this naked, but I knew he'd become
thoroughly comfortable with me through the years.  And what better way to
jack off than to be naked while we do it.

I stripped down and sat naked next to him.  As we began to stroke, my
thoughts went to that night when his father Alex and I jacked off in the
hotel room, as well as to what it all led to.  As his father and I
progressed into the other unthinkable things we did, I told him I loved
him.  Could it be possible, I asked myself, that I would eventually go the
distance with Jason, as well?

We kept our eyes on each others blazing cocks as we stroked.  I realized
now that whenever I jacked off with other men, I loved to see the
contortion that came over their faces and the straining of their leg and
torso muscles as their orgasms began to take hold of their bodies.  I
watched as Jason's breath became short and his hips beginning to buck.  His
muscles strained and little grunts were emanating from his open mouth.  I
knew he was about to cum and I suddenly felt the cramping in my gut.  As
great streams of thick cum flew out of his penis onto his thighs, my orgasm
grabbed hold of me, and I let it go.  My own cum shot out of my own gorged
penis onto my stomach, where it slowly oozed down into my pubic hair.

With a killingly sweet smile on his face, Jason turned his head and looked
into my eyes.  "Mr. Porter, when I was doing this with Coach, I imagined I
was doing it with you.  I know you're only my godfather, but ever since I
was young, I loved you like you were my own dad . . . because we could talk
about anything."

Jason leaned in and put his arms around me and kissed me on the neck.  "And
I knew we could do anything together."

I put my arms around the boy.  "And I always loved you, too . . . like you
were one of my own sons.  But now I think we need to get cleaned up and
dressed.  Your Dad will be here shortly to pick you up.  Are you going to
tell your Dad about your weekend with the Coach?"

Jason laughed.  "No way.  You know as well as I he'd go ballistic."

As we wiped up our cum, I said, "I didn't intend this to happen, Jason.  I
hope it was okay with you."

"Of course it was.  We can do anything together.  Have you done this with
your own son, Ricky?"

I shook my head.  "No."

"Since you think it's okay to jack off with other guys, maybe sometime
Ricky and I could do it."

"Well, Jason, I'll get you two together sometime, and we'll see what
happens."

When we were cleaned up and dressed, Jason's father, Alex, returned to the
office.

"Well, Jason," Alex said with a big smile, "did everything go well during
your weekend with the Coach?"

"Everything was fine, Dad.  I leaned some new things . . . about wrestling,
that is."

"Great, son.  Go on out to the car and wait.  I'll be there in a moment."

When Jason left, Alex turned to me.  "Did he say anything?  I mean about
. . . you know?  I'll kill that fucking queer coach of his if he pulled any
crap with my son."

"Everything went fine, Alex.  I will say, though, that if anything sexual
went on between them, it would be no different from what you and I did."

"But he's my son, Harry."

"Yes, he's your son, Alex.  But he's also a man.  Would you wish to deprive
him of the joys that you and I have experienced."

"I suppose not, but . . ."

"Just cool it, Alex.  Let him be.  As you know, because you've been afraid
to talk with him about sex, Jason and I have become very close and talk
freely about it.  You'd be doing yourself and Jason a favor if you'd loosen
up a little.  He knows that you and I have often jacked off together since
we were kids.  It didn't shock him.  I think he was glad to know that you
had sexual feelings of your own."

"You told him?"

"Yes.  We talk about everything quite freely, just as I talk to my own son
Ricky about everything . . . or almost everything."

"You told Ricky about . . . about us?  What we did?"

"No.  Not yet anyway.  I think I'm going to get Jason and Ricky together
sometime.  They both know that I'm willing to talk freely with them about
anything.  I don't think it will do any harm to mention how much fun it is
to jack off with other guys.  They're both open-minded, and I think such a
thing might bring them together in a great friendship, as it had done for
you and me since we were kids."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Harry."

"There's an industrial league ball game coming up in a couple of days.  I
think I'll invite them both to come to the game with me.  They need to get
to know each other."


That night, after Ricky went to bed, I popped in on him to say goodnight.
He was lying naked on the top of the sheet with a good-sized hard-on.

"I don't mean to interrupt you, son, since I know you like your privacy
when jerking off."

"That's okay, Dad.  I can wait.  What's up?"

I pointed at Ricky's hard cock, the head of which was wet with pre-cum.
"That's what's up, I see."

Ricky wagged his penis at me.  "You're a riot, Dad.  Now what's really up?"

"As you know, my friend Alex and I masturbated together when we were kids.
I've been wondering recently if you've ever done it with other guys."

"Well, I know a boy from school who has what he calls Circle-Jerks at his
house after school when his parents are at work.  He's invited me, but I
don't want to go because I like to do it alone.  I know you told me a long
time ago that your private fantasies are important when masturbating.  And
I don't think I could concentrate on my fantasies with other guys around
me."

"Well, Ricky, it might be that fantasies can be enhanced when other guys
around you are doing the same thing."

"Maybe."

"I'll leave you alone now, Ricky.  But I want to tell you I'm going to
invite Alex Fowler's son, Jason, to go with us to the ball game in a couple
of days.  I think you'll like him.  He's your age."

"I know who he is, Dad, but we've rarely spoken."  Ricky sat up a little
and smiled at me.  "Dad, I know what you're doing.  You're bound and
determined to get me to see what it's like to jerk dicks with another guy,
like you've always done with Jason's dad.  But I don't know if Jason would
go for that."

"I assure you, Ricky," I said, "Jason will go for it."

"How do you know that, Dad?"

I leaned over and kissed Ricky on the forehead.  "I'll leave you alone now,
son, with your fantasies.  Have a good one.  Goodnight."

I went to my room and lay naked on top of the covers, stroking my cock
slowly.  I thought about having told Alex that things went well with Jason
and his coach.  But I knew I had to be truthful with him and tell him that
Jason had, indeed, jerked off with his coach and that the coach had sucked
the boy off.  Alex would also need to be told that his son was not
traumatized by it, but found it rather pleasant.  I knew Alex would hate to
hear that, but he needed to know, especially since the boy appeared to be
interested in further such activity as time went on.

I stroked faster as my fantasies began to take shape . . . outrageous
fantasies . . . where I was jacking off with both Ricky and Jason, where
Alex would join us, and we would all, in one big sweaty pile, take our sex
to the next level as Alex and I had done at the hotel.  I'd always known I
had a dirty mind, full of sexual filth, and it would always come out in
glorious color in my jack-off fantasies.  I closed my eyes and could feel
Jason's wet tongue prepping my asshole while Ricky's cock hung over my face
as he jacked off.  My own cock was being sucked by Alex.  As Ricky's hot,
thick cum shot heavily onto my face, my own orgasm swept over me and shook
my body like an earthquake.  At the moment of impact, a growling yell came
out of my throat.

I heard Ricky in the hall on the way to the bathroom.  "That must have been
a good one, Dad.  Way to go!


This has been the second chapter that so many of you have requested.  As
always, I'll be most appreciative of your responses, and will respond to
all.

Tom Borden
tombor99@yahoo.com