Date: Wed, 02 Dec 2015 02:43:02 -0800
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Duck Duck

`Duck Duck' by Boris Chen. This story is a total work of fiction. Copyright
2015, all rights reserved.

It was the death of my wife that started it. She died just after our son
was born, a story I don't like to re-tell but since you don't know what
happened, this is only time I'll explain what happened.

Claire gave birth to our son at the hospital we picked at the
recommendation of our doctor.

The baby was fine but I noticed she was looking pale less than an hour
afterwards. When she got pale and sweaty I told the nurse. She said it was
normal, not to worry but I couldn't help it.  She was slowly starting to
look more and more like a ghost.

Our son was in the nursery getting cleaned and circumcised.  I knew enough
after watching them do it to put the blood pressure cuff on her upper arm
and check her numbers. I got 69/38 and a heart rate of 135. She was
shivering pale and looking sleepy and weak. This time I asked at the
nurse's station for someone to check my wife, she didn't look well.

It was late at night, David was born about 1am and the staffing drops a lot
at night I heard more than once.

When the nurse did come in Claire was no longer responding. They massaged
her lower tummy and out gushed about a gallon of red blood and clots along
with parts of the placenta.

Within a few minutes the place was crawling with staff but it was too
late. Claire cardiac arrested before they arrived and nobody could revive
her. She bled to death internally before David was five hours old. The
insurance settlement allowed me to be a stay at home dad and maybe take on
a job when he's old enough to be home alone. The malpractice was so clear
cut the judgment was large even after the lawyer took his share.

After he really mastered walking he'd pace around me in the shower. We
bathed, went swimming, and showered together. He mastered potty training by
age three, and was fascinated watching me pee and poop. We'd take turns.

Fast forward five years, David is in first grade and I'm in college,
part-time.

Since the passing of his mother we've been inseparable.  We do everything
together and I do mean everything. David was a very hands-on child.

Fast forward five more years and David is now ten years old in sixth
grade. He's got his mothers brains and my body but in the face he looks
like photos I've seen of Claire's dad. He died two years before his
grandson was born. I just turned thirty years old. I'm attending community
college here in Amarillo as a programmer. I specialize in language called
Ladder Logic which is the language used to control machines and specialized
devices. The way I'm thinking is this is a job I may be able to do from
home.

Even in sixth grade at home David is still pretty much a lap dog, at least
when nobody else is over. He does bring friends over to play games on the
Xbox and Minecraft on the computer but that's about it.

We live in a smaller house on the south-west side of town. It's an older
place built in the 1970s. It has three bedrooms, two baths, and a two car
garage. Luckily, the neighborhood is quiet and safe. I like this part of
Texas. We get milder winters and summers, sort of like the best of
both. Amarillo has a great climate and decent roads, nice cost of living
and a really good community college. I already got my bachelors degree in
computer science but I'm continuing on for my masters, writing my thesis on
industrial controls using a proportional control.

Last year I got a part-time job as a consultant to a local commercial
electrical company that designed industrial control cabinets. There's a lot
of industry here that needs updating. There's a lot of military
manufacturing in Amarillo. Most people don't know that.

Sundays are my sacred day for home and family. David and I spend Sundays
doing stuff together and around the house, like stripping the beds,
collecting used towels, all our laundry, run the vacuum, dust the house,
stuff like that. We do it together one room at a time.

Sundays start off with a shared shower, then we cook breakfast together and
pig out in front of the TV. We got one of those coffee tables with a top
that raises-up and leans forward so we can watch whatever is on ESPN or the
NFL channel and eat from the sofa

Today, is a pre-season game for the Dallas Cowboys. They play the Panthers
in a game we're going to watch together.  David and I have a small wager on
the game. We got our stuff done to clear time for the game. The TV was
warmed-up and our drinks were on the coffee table. It was kind of nice
outside so we had windows open and a small fan running over by the TV. I
stretched out on the sofa wearing only my athletic shorts.

Let me describe how we look.

I'm five foot ten inches tall, maybe one hundred sixty pounds. I am not
muscular but fit. I run every other day. I have brown hair, cut short. I am
not a hairy guy, only a thin patch of hair grows below my belly button.

David is currently four foot nine inches tall, the top of his head is about
at my chin. Like his mom, he has black hair and eyes with pale white
skin. He's a good looking boy. His mom's family are Italian. My ancestors
are from Austria.

The game starts at 1pm. I was on my spot on the sofa and ready for the coin
toss. Carolina won and chooses to receive. David was in the kitchen making
popcorn. Like me, he's also in shorts.

Like our usual, he sets the bowl on the coffee table and uses a small paper
bag to keep some nearby. David loves salty snacks, like me but at the
moment I'm more interested in watching some decent football.

David lays down right next to me, which he often does. He lays his head on
my stomach gently setting the popcorn bag between my legs and drops about a
dozen pieces of popcorn on my stomach, which I don't mind at all. I'm gonna
shower anyway before dinner since we both got nasty cleaning up the house
this morning.

The sofa sits at an angle to the TV since it's in the corner of the room
not straight out in front of us. The kick-off just started the game, being
played in Irving, Texas. David was doing his own thing down on my stomach I
was focused on the game.

We've done this arrangement lots before, so much so that I hardly notice
what he's doing. I know sometimes he drops popcorn into my belly button
then eats them but in all honesty it's not gross. Mine is very shallow,
flat on the bottom, it's barely there really. But he's always been
fascinated with it. Sometimes I think he pretends it's full of some sort of
special sauce and dips munchies there, like I said, it's an old routine, I
barely notice. I've always let David touch me as much as he wants. He's
even cleaned my ears for me before.

At ten minutes left in the quarter, he poured more popcorn on my stomach
but this time he pushed down my waist band so he had more surface area to
pile up the salty popcorn he made.

At five minutes left in the first quarter the score is still
zero-zero. Technically, it's not an amazing game. The Cowboy defense is
looking not too impressive today but the Panthers cannot manage to run or
pass well either. I think David is done snacking down yonder. We haven't
talked since the kick-off.

At the end of the quarter I decided to take a bathroom break as I tried to
get up, he raised his head looking at me to see what I was doing. As he
twisted to look his right hand landed squarely on my limp dick in my
shorts, but I don't care really, when it comes to him I have no
boundaries. We've been naked in front of each other hundreds or thousands
of times since the day he was born.

As a toddler he's stood on my lap and slept on top of me as a routine part
of his life. When he was smaller and we showered together he'd parade
around me in circles over and over rubbing his hand all the way. Many times
he'd grasp my dick and push his finger tips between my butt cheeks during
our showers.

Later on in life when we snuggle on the sofa like this, he's laid his hand
on my groin countless times sometimes causing me to sprout a boner,
sometimes not. So he knows for certain what's there and how big it gets and
what it looks like limp to erect.

We've slept together since shortly after his mother was buried. I typically
sleep in my birthday suit, he does about half the time too. Both of us wake
up with pee boners about half the time, so it's nothing new and rarely
draws any attention.

As I got up from the sofa his hand seemed to be stuck on my dick as he
applied a gentle squeeze as if to day `don't go Daddy.' I managed to pee
alone. David arrived in the master bathroom just as I flushed the toilet. I
paused to brush my teeth as he used the toilet.

Back to the game the score was still nil-nil. Neither team looked
impressive so far, but that's typically how pre-season games go. The only
winners for these games are the TV networks selling ads to a small
audience.

Two minutes into the second quarter David placed three popcorn pieces into
my belly button to slowly munch them. All I could see this time was the top
of his head; his jet black hair is short but very thick and beautiful. Soon
after they disappeared his right hand landed on my dick again, this time he
moved his fingers around as if to confirm exactly what he had it resting
on.

During the commercial break I reached down to scratch the top of his head,
but he never moved. Then I slid my left hand down my shorts to lay it
upwards instead of hanging over my nuts. Again his hand landed squarely on
top using a gentle grip. His fingers tweaked me a little but nothing
unusual.

Just then at seven minutes into the quarter, Carolina ran the ball for a
forty yard touchdown and field goal. I flinched a bit watching the guy run
around the field for the goal line but David never released my slowly
growing dick.

I'm about seven inches hard. It easily reaches to my belly button when
fully erect. If memory serves, he's about four inches long hard. Yes, I
looked. Actually, he seems to like to show off his morning boners if I'm
awake. I'll explain that later.

At the end of the quarter the Carolina Panthers were ahead by one TD, I
headed for the bathroom again. Now it was half-time and my chance to get
something to munch on too. I made myself a salami sub with all the toppings
but had to slice it in half to share it with David. We both sat on the sofa
eating off the coffee table like always. Our eating in the living room is
probably the main part of the reason why I had the carpet removed and
replaced with ceramic tile instead. We seem to manage to spill a ton of
stuff between the table and the sofa. The sofa has covers that are easily
washable and stain resistant.

At the first play of the third quarter Dallas returned the kick-off for a
TD making the score tied. David dove over into me with a hug and pats on
the shoulder then snuggled into me side as I sat up to watch for a while.

"Can I have some of your popcorn?" I asked.

"Sure Pops." He answered handing me the large plastic bowl off the coffee
table setting it right in my lap.

I leaned back with the bowl on my stomach, David wiggled over to lay his
head on my lap, almost dumping the popcorn in the process but I have a rule
about raising my voice at him, especially when our intimacy is
concerned. Never want him to associate anger with father-son snuggle time.

I kicked up my feet on the table but grew tired of the microwave popcorn
quickly and set it on the end table to my left. Then I wiggled down more,
David also re-positioned himself to more like he was in the first half of
the game.

"Hey, get up for a second." I asked him after my shorts started biting me
between the legs after I slid down on the sofa. He sat up staring at my lap
while I lifted my butt off the sofa and slid my shorts down way more than
they were before, exposing a bit of my trimmed pubes this time and I felt
my dick laying off towards my hip which was comfortable too. Much better! I
leaned back into my spot on the sofa and David laid his head back on my
stomach, his right arm lying on his side.

Before too long he moved his hand to lie on my thigh, then during the next
commercial break he went back for the ridge in my shorts. I reached over
for my bottled water on the end table next to the popcorn. I grabbed a few
kernels and reached over the top of his head and set them in my belly
button. David chuckled and ate them slowly but returned his hand to lie
squarely on top of my half-hard rod.

Slowly I grew into fully hard while he gently held it for me during the
third quarter of the game, so far tied score. I think pre-season games
won't go into overtime since they don't count for anything but ad sales.

During a time-out break for some injured second string offensive lineman I
reached down and adjusted myself to aiming more towards my chest than
hip. I could feel a large wet spot down on my lower belly when I re-aimed
it.

David got up to pee again because he was drinking lots of water after
chowing down on all that salty popcorn. While he was gone I lifted my
shorts to check him out. Still slimy and slick on the head, David was
really teasing it. I'm not sure if he realizes what he's doing to me. I
know he hasn't started puberty, although he's close so he probably doesn't
know what pre-cum is. I quickly sampled mine, still salty and nice. I love
my pre-cum flavor.

David returned with another bottled water from the fridge. I asked him to
toss the others and mine in the bin in the utility room for the recycler. I
never asked but he brought me another on his way back. Good kid he is!

As he handed it to me, it caught my eye that the tip of my head was right
under the waist band of my shorts but I decided to leave it be for
now. He's seen it hundreds of times before but I don't think he's seen it
slimy with pre-cum.

David went right back to his spot with the top of his head about to the
bottom of my ribs. He laid his hand where my dick had been then patted
around locating it and gently gripped me again. He's done this before when
we're watching movies before and when he was younger during the winter and
we slept together with nothing on under the sheets and quilt on my bed.

Nine minutes left in the third quarter, score still tied, Panthers and
Cowboys.

It didn't take him long when he noticed the final half inch of my boner was
exposed and aiming right at his face. He touched the head. I could see over
the top of the side of his face he was rubbing some drops of pre-cum
between his fingers.

"Pops, you dripping pee?" He asked me.

"No Honey, it's not pee."

"It's slippery like oil." He said.

"Did you have health class in school yet?" I asked.

"Last year."

"Did they explain about the stuff that boys make that can get a girl
pregnant?" I asked again.

"Yep, sperms or something like that."

"Well, that's the sixth grade version of it but there's more to the
story. Want to hear the rest of it?"

"Sure, but turn down the game a little." He said still looking at the TV.

"Your testicles make sperms that fertilizes the egg from a woman to make a
baby. Same thing with all mammals. But there's more stuff and parts. You
have three glands inside that make stuff. One of them is the prostate gland
that makes the goo the sperms swim in. And there are two other small ones
that make a natural oil, sort of like a lubricant for sex. Sometime after
you start puberty, you'll make it too. You cannot control when you make it,
how it tastes or how much you make." I explained as briefly as I could.

"Tastes?" He caught what I said right away.

"Yep, during sex some people like to swallow it, on some people it tastes
good, on some it's salty, some are bitter, some are sweet, some have no
flavor. You have no control over it, totally set by your genes."  I added.

"Hmmm. Can I taste it?"

"Yes, if you like. But you shouldn't tell anyone you did that. It would be
our secret or you can't have any."

"I don't tell anyone we sleep together so you got nothing to worry about
Pops."

Then I turned the volume back up just in time for the two minute break in
the third quarter. David went back to holding me but this time he had his
thumb on my slimy head.

Then in a bold move he slid his hand down my shorts grabbing me, flesh to
flesh. He's done this before many times but never in a setting like this
and never with me erect and dripping, us laying on the living room sofa
either. He was sliding this thumb side to side making me really slick and
slimy on top.

Then I felt his hand slid off and my dick drop to my stomach. I think I saw
him stuff his thumb in his mouth. So I decided to give him some advice.

"Your gonna taste salts from your thumb. If you touch it with your tongue
you'll see how it really tastes. But all he did was put his hand back on
me. The final two minutes started, the score still tied.

David was now freely manipulating me with his right hand. I'm not sure if
he was paying attention to the game at all any more.

As they snapped the ball on the final play of the third quarter he slid his
hand forward. I felt something cool and wet slide across the tip of my
dick. I saw the cheek on the side of his mouth move as he evaluated the
flavor of my pre-cum.

The first commercial during the break started, I turned down the volume on
the TV, David got up to head for the kitchen. As he sat up I saw I was
fully exposed and hard, my shorts slid more than half way down to my nuts
in front. He was heading for the kitchen and came back with a small
Gatorade.

He stood by the sofa drinking about half the bottle. I looked at his body
since he was almost naked in front except for his shorts. David had a tent
pole in his shorts. His belly button was stretched into a vertical slit as
he held his right arm up. His nipples are flat, red, and about as big
around as the cap on his big mouth Gatorade bottle. Like I said, he's a
handsome boy.

He smiled at me as he set the bottle down. I reached down to slide up my
shorts covering my hardness.

"You're salty Dad. Tastes like melted butter on a baked potato. Made me
thirsty."

"Thanks. You can have more if you like, no need to ask, just help yourself
as long as we're in a private place like this." I hoped he got my meaning
just then but I don't know for sure. I think half the time he just ignores
me anyway.

I finished my bottled water and headed for the bathroom. I was careful to
milk my shaft to expel any remaining drops of pee. I even took some toilet
paper and wiped the head off just in case he wanted more.

Back by the TV the fourth quarter was just starting, score still
tied-up. Each team had three time-outs left.

This time I laid on the sofa like when the game started. David returned
from his bedroom still wearing nothing but his shorts. I think I heard his
toilet running back in the far end of the house. He only keeps that room
for show if he has friends over. I doubt any of them know he lives in my
room with me about six days a week.

Before he got back I slid my shorts back down like before careful to expose
about two inches of pubes like before. My limp rod pointing towards my hip
like the first quarter but my waist band was so low now it was still
partially showing. It didn't take him long after climbing between me and
the cushions to reach down and pull it to aim right at his face, his mouth
about directly above my belly button, judging by feeling him breathe out
his nose.

His shorts looked scrunched and twisted as he walked around the sofa. My
guess was he was in the bathroom to compare his to mine in the mirror. I
hope he doesn't expect he'll be as big as me for another decade or
more. Mine didn't stop growing until I was about twenty three years old.

David went right back to where he was before, he reached right under my
waist band to pull him out aiming at his mouth like before. He started
manipulating it like last time, and sliding his thumb side to side across
the very tip of my head, which almost hurt last time. This time if he does
it we're going to have to discuss nice ways to hold Pop's dick.

He took liberties with my rod. I saw his head move forward a few times to
lick drops of pre-cum off the head again and again. After about five
minutes of that he just inserted about half my head between his lips and
left it there so he could apply some suction and let his arm relax. His
mouth felt cool, wet, and silky smooth. He remained motionless but now I
could tell he was watching the game since he started to moan to some plays
as the Panthers attained another first and goal.

After a while he pulled off and asked me, head still pointing at the
TV. "Dad, what do sperms look like? And how do those taste?"

"Good questions. Sperms are too small to see but it sort of looks like
coffee creamer in a thick clear sticky fluid. You can almost see streaks of
thousands of sperms like microscopic fish in schools. When the sperms mix
with fluid from your prostate gland it's called Semen. It would taste
similar to your pre-cum. The thing to remember about semen, the sperms will
try to dig into flesh just like they try to dig into the woman's egg. So
after eating semen you need to wash it down with something or you can get
sore lips and gums when the sperms try to penetrate the skin."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, just like slightly sore, or like suddenly chapped lips. And if your
semen is bitter it's a courtesy to who ever ate it to always have a bottled
water or something handy after eating your semen. Don't forget that. Okay?"

"Can you eat your own semen?"

"Yep. I eat mine sometimes. It's kind of sexy and fun and with someone else
it's rather romantic."

"Do girls make semen?"

"No Honey, they don't but their parts make juices that sometimes can taste
salty and nice too."

"Hmmm." He said. You could see the gears turning in his head.

Then he went back to working on mine taking the entire head between his
lips this time and stroking the back side with two fingers to get the
pre-cum oozing again.

There were four minutes left in the game.

I had been resting my hands behind my head so far but when he went back to
nursing my pre-cum I reached over his head with my right hand pulling
myself from him so I could work it myself gently. He may watch and see how
I do it. I'm sure he plays with his alone too but I never saw him do it.

Finally the game ended. Panthers won by kicking a field goal. I hit the
button on the remote. It was about dinner time. I was hungry. I was horny
and hungry. I think Junior was too.

"You gonna go outside and hang with your friends today?"

"No sir. It's just us boys today."

"What you want for dinner?"

"Can we order Italian?"

"Yes. Get me the phone and the menu please, Honey."

David got up shuffling towards the kitchen and came back with the wireless
phone and our folder of delivery menus. We agreed on our order and I placed
the call. Forty five minutes to delivery.

He sat near me on the sofa with that `so what do we do next,' look on his
face.

"Okay, sunshine, what do want to do for the next forty five minutes?"

"Let's play a game."

"Get the kitchen timer out."

He shuffled across the slick floor disappearing into the kitchen. I heard a
drawer open and slide shut then he reappeared back in the TV room with a
big smile on his face.

"What game are we playing?" I asked knowing what he was probably going to
say, especially when he's got penis on his brain.

"Duck Duck!"

I smiled and started to get up from the sofa walking towards the middle of
the TV room.

He held out the kitchen timer gesturing for me to decide how to set it.

"Thirty minutes please." I advised.

He looked down, twisting the dial on the old mechanical kitchen timer. I
heard it start ticking as it began counting down before he was done
carefully turning the knob until the "Thirty" was right under the small red
arrow, then put it on the counter, turned towards me and walked towards me
in the center of the room.

David invented our game called Duck Duck. He learned it in school I think
in first grade. He said it comes from when kids select other kids to play a
game, walking past a group touching them on top of the head saying, `duck,
duck, duck', until his hand lands on the one he's chosen to give chase by
yelling `goose!' then taking off running to avoid being tagged back.

In this version, it becomes a wrestling match. Two or more kids start in a
standing wrestling position, then dive at each other. The first one to get
another boys dick fully grasped in his hand is the winner.

In our case, I'm not allowed to use my strength. I can only use body
position to protect myself, which usually means rolling and twisting on the
floor while I try to get his first.  And I can't use my weight advantage to
stop his hand either. We always end up on the floor on our stomachs
grabbing at each other.  It's been about three months since our last Duck
Duck match.

The winner gets to make the loser to whatever he wants.

We assumed our places in the middle of the room, wearing only our
shorts. We were both hard already. Both of us bent over slightly, bare feet
spread apart, hands up rocking side to side slightly like two small sumo
wrestlers. The match started when either of us lunged towards the
other. David usually attacked first. I was already leaking pre-cum.

A loud motorcycle roared past our house, I turned to look towards the front
door briefly. That's when he jumped.

We collided in the center of the room faces smashed into each other's
shoulders, hands grasped hands, ears smashed together as we bent hard into
each other trying gently to trip the other into falling.

We spun around a couple times, heads still smashed together, my forehead
against his shoulder just like his. I could see down his front side, him
mine too. He tried to rip his right hand from mine but I resisted just
enough to keep his fingers entwined between mine.

We still slowly rotated around, knees bent, pressing into each other.

Each time we play this game I get to see exactly how he's grown. I get to
feel each pound he gains and how his strength has increased the more he
bikes and skates. David is slowly gaining on my advantage.

My right ear was on fire by now, we were only a couple minutes into the
match.

One of the few tricks I am allowed is the one I used this time so we could
transition to the cold ceramic tile floor. I dreaded landing on the floor
at first but we quickly got used to it. This is the only activity that
makes me miss the carpet I used to have in this room.

I quickly reached out my left leg as I spun him to his right, tripping
him. But we both ended up on the floor, still smashing our foreheads into
each other's shoulder.  I pulled back hard on my left hand, releasing his
and getting mine free and down near my side.

We were on the floor on our stomachs now, ear to ear. I reached over his
back but he saw the shadow and swatted it away with a firm whack! So I put
my hand on the floor and shoved it under my shoulder towards his chest,
then used me bare feet to push forward sliding my hand down towards his
belly button.

The smooth skin of his front side slid past above the back of my hand as I
pushed towards him. David is almost obligated to reach towards mine at the
same time.

He rocked hard onto his side twisting his body which dislodged my hand from
underneath him, so I started to rise up at the waist. But I missed his
sudden sideways movement. In a flash he was at an angle to me, the hair on
top of his head pulled away from my sore red ear.

I was almost on my left hip and chest, my nose and cheek against the tile
floor. I was losing control!

Suddenly I felt a hand jab my lower belly and in a flash he was grasping my
dripping boner, I felt his fingers wrap around it. I think when I lunged at
him I pushed his feet into the wall which gave him something to push
against and in a flash he twisted both of us and broke free and nailed me.

"Pinned!" He yelled with my boner proudly in his grip as I let fully go of
his other hand and started to sit up.

I looked down at my waist. Sure enough, he had fully grabbed my boner in
his left hand, his face red, ears red, hair totally messed up. I rolled
over more but he was reluctant to let go just then until I confessed my
surrender to him.

"Okay, you won that fairly. You win." We were both panting and smiling.

"The Winner!" he yelled raising his other hand, fist jabbing towards the
ceiling again and again, stretching his nipple on that side to an elongated
red oval. Finally, he let go.

By our rules, he can have me do anything now or later, sort of like a truth
or dare thing, as long as it doesn't break the law, like he can't have me
run outside naked.

I glanced at the timer, it said we had about fifteen minutes until we
needed to get dressed for the delivery person.

I stood up brushing the few food crumbs from the floor off my legs while he
sat there on the floor with a tent pole in his shorts. I headed for the
bathroom to take a leak. I heard the TV get un-muted.

I had to stand there for a while for it to start to get a little limp so I
could bend it down enough to actually pee in the toilet. It hurts too much
to bend it down enough to hit the bowl right away.

After a few moments it still wouldn't go down so I turned around, stepped
to the shower door, cracked it open and peed on the far shower wall,
hitting the shower faucet with most of my stream.

Finally it ended. I was glad David never came back to see what I just
did. I reached-in to turn on the shower to cold then let it run for about
fifteen seconds and shut it off again.

Heading back to the kitchen across my bedroom, I picked up a shirt off the
foot of my bed along the way for when the delivery person arrived, soon.

Back in the kitchen I looked at the note I wrote and the kitchen timer
which was about to go ding! This left about ten minutes until the estimated
delivery time of forty five minutes door to door.

I started to speak but he interrupted me, "You decided..."

"I want you to test mine to see if I can make semen yet." He proclaimed
from my spot on the sofa.

David was sitting in my spot, hands interlocked behind his head, nipples
stretched up into matching red ovals. His hair still a mess, but the red
was mostly gone from his face and ears. He still had a ridge in his
shorts. Good Lord is he a good looking kid.

"It's gonna have to wait till after dinner sunshine."

But his smile disappeared; I think he briefly forgot about dinner arriving
soon.

Just then I heard a car in the street. I leaned over to glance out the
window to see the plastic sign on the roof of the car, `Carsoni's' is what
it said in bold red letters. "Why don't you take your body to the bedroom
for a few minutes." I gestured towards his room.

David hopped up to his feet smiling at me the whole time as he headed down
the hall for his room, but I heard his bathroom door instead. I watched him
walk away and partly down the hallway, he was swaying his hips like a
whore, I'm sure he knew I was watching.

Our door bell rang as I pulled the shirt over my head, grabbed a bunch of
ones from the counter and headed for the front door.

After a few seconds I had exchanged my signature and about six dollars for
a bag of spaghetti, meatballs, Italian bread, and tossed salad. Some of it
went into the microwave, the rest to the kitchen table. David walked back
in still wearing just his shorts.

We ate and listened to the news on the TV. We didn't talk much.

After eating we both carried our stuff to the sink. David was ahead of
me. He was standing in the other room facing the TV surfing the channels
for something to watch.

"Hey Dad?"

"What?"

"What about this?"

I walked in the room. He found another pre-season game I didn't know was
supposed to be on. Looked like Detroit Tigers and Philly Eagles in Detroit,
towards the end of the first quarter, no score yet. So we both headed for
the sofa. I pulled my shirt off over my head and re-took my spot on the
sofa, he landed near me to my right. I stared briefly at the smooth
flawless flesh on his back as he sat relaxed near my right leg. I wanted to
rub his back but decided not to just now.

At the first commercial break, the two minute warning, he went to the
kitchen to grab two bottles of water from the fridge.

About our only talking during the first half of the game was arguing over
umpire calls of pass complete or pass interference or not. At the end of
the first half Detroit was ahead by one touch down.

During the half time David shut off most of the lights around us so the TV
was the only source of light in the room. He climbed on the sofa next to me
on his knees. I grabbed the remote control to mute it since it was mostly
thirty minutes of commercials.

His knees were against the side of my right thigh but his cheeks rested on
his own ankles. His left arm laid across mine on the top of the sofa back
cushions, his hand draped over my chest, his fingers softly caressing and
exploring my right nipple with his head turned looking at the muted
TV. He's always had some amount of fascination with my chest. Since his
mother died the day he was born I still think he has some subconscious
desire to nurse on a teat and mine are the only ones he has access to
really, aside from his own, which are about too flat to suck on but like
mine, they are well above average in diameter alone.

In the ten years of his life I have never said anything about him exploring
my body by hand and he's been doing just that for his entire life, which
I'm glad he feels comfortable doing.

Then he turned to face me with a smile, "So are we going to test mine?"

"Oh. Uh. Sure. But I need to do some teaching first, okay?"

He smiled and nodded rising off his ankles with his shorts still in
place. My assumption was he wanted me to use him as a physical model for my
teaching. So that's what I did.

"How much do you know about masturbation and semen and sex?"

"Well, I know some of the words but not totally for sure what it all
means. I know dick, balls, nuts, sperms, testicles, egg, uterus, and
menstruation (he slowly pronounced)."

"Can I use you as a model?"

"Uh huh!" He said with a smile and reached down to push his shorts lower in
front fully exposing his flaccid penis.

David was conflicted between the TV and what I was going to say, so I
pressed the button on the remote to switch to the HDMI input turning the
screen a solid blue.

"Pay attention here, this is stuff you need to know but you cannot. Cannot
repeat this to anyone outside this room. This is information you're almost
old enough to know and if you go around saying this stuff people are going
to wonder how you learned all this stuff, so it stays right here, okay?"

"Sure Pops." He said looking me in the eye.

"Okay," I began reaching over to take his nut sack in my hand. "This is the
rest of the story in grown-up language. These things are here for a few
reasons. Your testicles, which are the nut things inside this sack are in
here for temperature reasons. Inside your body the normal temperature, just
below one hundred degrees might kill the sperm so that's why they're on the
outside, so keep your nuts safe. You don't ever want to get hit here. These
can get twisted, so always keep them safe when playing sports. The reason
you gotta wear a jock in gym is to keep the nuts from getting spun around
inside the sack twisting off the blood vessels causing lots of pain and
maybe killing them. These make chemicals called hormones too which are what
turn you as a boy into a man, so there are lots of reasons for them being
there. They make sperms your entire life, there's two compartments in each
testicle, they are made in one and they mature in the other. During sex
they are pumped out and mixed with semen from the prostate gland deep
inside at the bottom of your pee bladder which makes up most of what semen
is."

"You still with me?"

He smiled and nodded.

I let go his nut sack and pushed my finger in his belly just above the base
of his slowly growing penis. "Right inside here is your bladder, it stores
urine from both your kidneys. You pee it out the end of your penis. Another
tube from the testicles delivers sperms to the prostate gland then joins
the same tube as the urine and comes out the penis. Along the way are two
more small glands we already talked about, the cowper's glands. They make a
gooey substance that serves as a lubricant for sex and prepares that tube
so any left over pee remnants don't kill the sperms."

By now he was almost fully hard as I touched and moved his penis to the
side to point to his inside parts. I estimated him at just over four inches
and shaped just like mine. His fingers on were now back on my right nipple
again tweaking away without looking.

"This is the head of the penis. It is the most sensitive part. Second most
is on the under side along this slit. This area where the skin changes
color is where you were circumcised the day you were born. Mine is the same
but you will see boys that aren't. It's done mostly for cleanliness
reasons. It's common in this country but not so much in many other
countries. If you don't clean under the skin it can get nasty in there but
you don't have that to worry about now."

"Anyway, all by yourself, you can do what is called masturbation. There are
lots of slang words for it because Masturbation sounds funny and is way too
long. You'll learn them in school eventually. The goal is usually to cause
yourself to have an orgasm. That's when all those parts inside start to
work. These parts on your penis are really sensitive. When you rub them
just right it causes things to operate inside here and makes semen come
out. Everyone's dick works differently. You'll need to experiment over time
to see what grip and speed works best for you. Everyone is different."

"This is a commonly used stroke." I said as I slid my grip in and out on
his hard-on. He pulled back slightly. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's sensitive."

"Yep, you need to experiment on yourself over time.  So since you haven't
started puberty yet, you know what puberty is?"

"Yep, its when hairs start to grow, I could get zits, and my voice
changes."

"Yep, about that time your inside stuff will start to work. You're probably
not making sperms yet but you may be capable of making those pumping parts
run a little."

"Really?"

"Yep. Really. The term is Orgasm. In humans it's a very strong feeling of
pleasure. Sometimes it's so intense people make sounds and faces like it
hurts, but that's because the feeling is strong, really strong. In your
case, right now, if it even works at all, is probably nothing like it will
be in two or three years after you've started puberty for several months."

"Can we try it?"

"Yes but we should probably go to my bed for better positions."

And with that he started to climb off the sofa, the last thing he did was
to release his gentle pinch of my right nipple which he stretched out far
as he moved his feet to the floor. I never said a thing about that.

I noticed the clock, I'm sure the Detroit game was already in the third
quarter.

In my bedroom he laid in the middle on his back smiling at me, hands on his
groin covering his boner, his shorts on the floor just inside the bedroom
door. I climbed in next to him laying on my side right near him.  I set my
hand on his flat silky smooth belly. David slowly lowered his arms resting
his hands by his hips staring in my eyes with those very trusting sweet
very dark browns of his.

"You ready to test it out?"

He smiled and nodded yes.

I slid my hand down coming to rest on his red and firm boner which was
hovering just over his lower belly, nuts hanging sort of lose down between
his legs.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft forming a ring with my thumb and first
finger and slowly started rubbing his entire length while trying to keep my
palm against the back side slit on his boner.

He shuddered and started to squirm with the intensity of the sensation. My
guess is he never stroked his this way before. I've seen him playing with
himself before but he usually just rubbed his fingers along the back side
or lay on his stomach and humped a bath towel or something soft.

It didn't take long before he pulled his arms back to lift his upper body
on his elbows as he studied what I was doing to him. I kept up a gentle
grip sliding up and down trying to vary the pattern. His legs began to
twitch too and he leaned his head back closing his eyes and moaned out
loud. It appeared like his testicles had pulled up into firing position.

Then suddenly he looked at me, "Pops!" I released him and watched his nut
sack and penis twitch, his face and ears were red as before dinner. Out of
his mouth squeaked a, "mm mm mm mm" about four short hums as he raised his
head with a huge grin turning to look at me with a broad smile.

"You do it?" I asked.

"Oh God was that nice, too bad it don't last too long."

"That's what is known as a dry orgasm. As you get older yours will get more
intense. Nobody can predict if you will be a semen shooter or dribbler,
time will tell."

"Oh wow! That was fantastic. Thanks Pop." He said as he lowered himself to
lay flat resting his head on the pillow with a very satisfied grin on his
face.

I left the moment alone briefly reaching down my shorts to feel the huge
wet spot that appeared in my groin during all that.

I leaned forward to lay a kiss on his upper stomach, then over on his large
flat right nipple, then another one a little longer. I rolled onto my back
resting my head on the pillow next to his.

The room got quiet but not for long. David rolled over facing me lowering
his mouth to my chest and sucked hard on my left tit then got up climbing
over me dragging his body across mine heading for the kitchen. I heard the
refrigerator open and close then the TV sound come on with what should by
now be the last quarter of this pre-season football game.

I think it's safe to say my son's life was changed today.

----

We continued to have our naked times and intimacy together until he was a
junior in high school. I witnessed his second real orgasm. Long before that
he had me demonstrate how I do it myself and how my semen comes out. In his
senior year of high school he had a girlfriend who attended a local
catholic school, they speak of going to college together. David appears to
be one hundred percent hetero. He's still gorgeous and loved being naked at
home as much as he can. I'm sure his girl friend is as happy with what his
mom and me created eighteen years ago.

The end.

Boris Chen

Yuma AZ