Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2011 20:26:23 -0800
From: Miles <iwalked7miles@aol.com>
Subject: A Father's Challenge (Part Six)

Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation.  It is a product of my
storytelling imagination.  I hope you enjoy it.  By the way, thanks to all
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Part Six

So the first two movies were awful.  I maintained my status in the family
as worst movie selecter.  After the second movie I announced that I'd had
enough of movies for the day.  Lucas kept chuckling, but not in a way that
hurt my feelings.  I disentangled myself from our embrace on the couch,
doing so playfully with him, to go to the kitchen area to see what I could
rustle up as dinner for us.  Our edible options were limited because we
planned on fishing for our food but hadn't yet got around to it.

Lucas watched me.  He didn't hide it.  An urge of wanting to feel turned on
about it came at me in waves, but oddly it didn't happen.  I was guessing
that it was because we really were comfortable.  As I began putting some
food together, I asked him, "What do you like the most about all of this?"

He appeared surprised, looking away.  "I think that's why I keep looking at
you," He replied.  "I'm wondering the same thing."  He shrugged.  "I guess
I could have many answers."

"Tell me one of them," I suggested.  While we conversed, I had no choice
but to put together cold cut sandwiches, salad and chips for our meal.

"You're letting me compare myself to something," He offered, pulling his
knees up and hugging them.  "Up until now, since the ...hormone thing
happened, everything around me told me I had to be sneaky."

"You do accept that all the things on your mind are normal, right?"  I
asked quickly.

"Now I do," He looked back at me.  "It's a trip learning stuff about you,
dad.  It really is," He stood and joined me at the counter, eyeing the meal
I was putting together for us.  "You seem different all of a sudden."  I
raised a questioning eyebrow at his statement.  "I meant it in a good way,"
he said.  "Yesterday...heck, even this morning, you seemed cautious.  Now,
I don't know.  You just completely opened up."

"I did, son," I told him, beginning to pull apart a head of lettuce for the
salad.  "I guess I should tell you why."  Lucas began to pull plates from
the cupboard as he listened.  "I was nervous about how I thought people
think about this.  I had thought about a lot of things."  I turned and gave
him my full attention, making sure our eyes were locked.  "Do you realize,
son, that if the wrong person knows about this, I could go to jail?"

His eyes dropped to the floor.  Lucas looked like he understood.  There was
the element of social complexities I was certain he comprehended.  "Even if
I like all of this?"

"Yes."  I wasn't going to paint him a pretty picture that he could hold on
to.  "You're a minor, a teenager."  I spoke to him candidly, honestly.
"Your consent to participate in this wouldn't matter at all against
society."  I saw that it was scaring him.  He needed to feel this in order
to see the bigger picture.  And to provide him the chance to continue or
stop it.

"I decided to not let that cloud my judgment here, son.  I think that if
you want to know everything about me, and you do, I see that, then it's
your right, and mine to show it.  Just remember the risks.  What we're
sharing right now, it's between us and we're having a great time.  That's
why I may seem more open all of a sudden.  I watched you since yesterday,
seeing your interest."  I paused for effect.  "I'm taking the risk, no
matter how I know what other people will think."

"Dad," He said nervously, "if you would ever get taken away from me because
of all of this, it'd kill me."  I think he didn't understood how to look at
this from society's legal point of view.  "Why wouldn't my point of view
matter?"

I really didn't have an answer to that.  I wish I did.  All I had to go on
was a theory.  I smiled, and sighed.  "Because, Lucas, people would try to
convince you that I shouldn't have allowed this.  That I should have known
better.  That there isn't any reason for physical contact between us.
Especially at your inquisitive age."

"But that doesn't make sense!" He blurted out passionately.  "I wanted to
know that you jack off!  I wanted to touch you!"

I smirked.  "I know," I said calmly, "but at some point in time, some adult
somewhere decided against a minor's consent to be real, probably because of
so many minors who have this happen against there will.  There is logic to
this, Luke.  There are adults out there who take advantage of situations
like this."

That, he understood.  He said, "But I know you're not taking advantage of
me."

"Unfortunately, you couldn't convince anyone else that that is true."  My
son let that sink in.  "You could never convince anyone that you wanted
this."  It was a tough decision to express all of this, but it had to be
done.

He didn't like the obvious results of what could happen.  "Then no one will
ever know," He said, calmy defiant.  "No one."

I nodded, because I felt the same way.  "You hungry?" I asked.

He looked at me oddly because I'd abruptly changed the subject.  "Yeah, I
guess."  He helped put our sandwiches on the plates and took them over to
the table.  When he set them down, he turned back to me with a queer
expression on his face.  "Dad, I really, really love you."  I think he was
fighting society's demons.  "I know what I'm doing."  He wasn't hesitant in
his thoughts.  "So I guess I'm just like you."  He calmed down from our
conversation and smiled.  "I just wanna know things, and who better to
trust then you?  Can't anyone honestly believe that?"

"I do," I stated firmly.  I grabbed a bag of doritos, the salad bowl and
put them down on the table.  "I love you back, Lucas.  I'm sorry we had to
have this talk, but I needed us both to realize the consequences.  I think
we do."  He nodded, and we sat to eat.


Later that evening, I wanted to lighten the mood.  I could tell that Lucas
was troubled by our conversation.  He wasn't troubled about what we were
sharing, I knew.  He was troubled about not being able to be believed that
he wanted all of this.  He wasn't liking that what he wanted mattered.  It
was the epitomy of every teenagers' nightmares.  As a parent, I wrestled
myself on this issue, because there were times when minors didn't think
about action and consequence.  There were times that minors didn't know
what they were doing, found out later why, and learned.

But Lucas was in the here and now.  He was responsible.  He always has
been.  Something I couldn't say about my two younger children.

"I think I'm ready to try another one of the movies," I said humorously.  I
was in the recliner and he was pouring his attention into his PSP.  His
focus on the game in his hands was much like myself when I tossed darts out
of frustration.

"I don't think so," He said gruffly.  "I'd rather get off this planet and
be anywhere else out there where what I feel matters."

"What do you feel?"

He tossed the gadget in his hands on the cushion beside him and strided
over to me, kneeling between my legs.  "I want to like what's happening,"
He stated calmly and evenly. "I want to like that I know how you cum.  I
want to like that I know you get horny and like to jack off."  He focused
his attention on my cock.  His mood soothed, and he fell into me.

I pulled him up my torso and into a hug.  "I had to let you know the
risks," I whispered in his ear.  I felt him nod against the side of my
face.  "I don't like them any more then you do."  As I spoke, he slowly
brought his face before mine, our noses touching.  "You're loving this,
son, seeing me in all my glory, seeing my privacy, feeling it."

He pressed his lips to mine, silencing me.  It was a satin feeling
caressing my private world.  We delicately pressed our lips together for a
few seconds before he backed off.  Lucas shook his head slowly.  "There's
so much you can show me, and society says you shouldn't."  His voice was
calm, but regretful.

I was at a loss for words because he was right.  We were all instilled with
the images of those who took advantage of these situations and made them
horrible experiences.  It was the only view any of us have about it.  I
decided to change that.

I pulled my son into another kiss.  We stared into each others eyes.  His
mood did lighten, and he pressed harder into me.  When the kiss broke, we
were breathless.  And hard.

I felt my cock against the crack of his ass and didn't want that.  I raised
him up until our cocks touched together in my lap before letting him rest
his weight on my upper legs.

Lucas started laughing, putting the palm of a hand over his eyes.  I didn't
know why he was laughing, and just because of that I began laughing too.
"Ah!" He sighed, looking down between us.  "How'd that happen without me
knowing?"

I bursted out with a laugh again.  "They can sneak up on you."

"Yeah," he agreed.  "Does a guy ever know why?"

"I think it's when a guy falls into intimacy," I told him.  "It can happen
so often."

"Dad, does intimacy mean being in love?"  He asked.

To that, I wanted to believe no. "Intimacy has many levels, Luke.  I don't
know how to explain it.  It's one of those things in your life where you
make of it...how you want to believe."

Together, skin to skin, I was in awe of our contact without being sexual.
Up until this point, I didn't consider anything we'd done to be sexual.  It
wasn't, really.  It was like being horny, but doing it together.  Yes, we
were touching, but not with intercourse.

Wanting him to get over the talk I had to have with him yet keep in mind of
it, I put my face to his chest, planting a kiss over his heart, wanting to
let him know that I willing to risk the consequences.  He warmed to that.
I pleaded to the stars that he'd reach for my cock willingly, wanting to,
like he did before our earlier conversation.  And he did.  He took me in
his right hand and squeezed my shaft before stroking it.

Resting back on the recliner, I watched him play with my cock.  We were
back on track to what was developing between us.  Lucas enjoyed exploring
my adult body, and he was responsible enough to be allowed to do it.  He
told me earlier that he had nothing to compare himself to.  But he did, and
he was comparing his life to his father's.

"I hear a lot about blow jobs," He said matter of factly.  I tensed at
this, considering I was just thinking that none of this was about sex.  I
waited, wanting to hear his thoughts.  "Do you know what it's like?
Getting one?" He aske me.

There was no intention of my evading the subject.  "Well yeah," I
stammered, grinning.  "It's..."

"It's what?" He asked with a smile.

"How did you hear about blow jobs?"  I had to ask out of curiosity.

"Don't be stupid, dad," He laughed.  "There's a lot of talk about
everything we hear.  I mean between me and my friends."  I nodded, trying
to remember from my past how I learned about this.  Lucas was being up
front here, giving me a clue to things he was learning by word of mouth.

Friends.  Those people during your teenage years who go through exactly the
same thing you do.  You talk about as much as you can without giving
anything away about yourself.  Well, if you're a slut, you give more away
then necessary.  I wanted to change the subject about blow jobs.  And fast.

"What all do you and your friends talk about?"  I asked.

He shrugged.  "We like being around the older people at school.  They say a
lot," He grinned secretively.

I had to let him have that one.  As a parent, I had to understand that I
couldn't shield him from anything when it came to what he learned from his
friends, at school; in general, away from me and his mother.

Lucas leaned down, his face closer to my cock.  His eyes were intense at
what he was studying.  I assumed he was looking at the veins in my shaft,
or the shape of my helmet.  I really didn't know.  He just seemed content
at what he was paying attention to.

It was pleasant for me to have the attention.  I didn't get this often
enough.  It was inviting, especially from my son, who wanted to learn where
he came from.  "Do you feel like cumming?" He asked.

I chortled.  "Son, if I'm hard, I feel like cumming!"

He was happy with my response.  I'm sure it made him feel like he could
relate to me.  I opened my legs for him, watching as he dropped his legs
between mine, knees hitting the floor.  I was beginning to love his
attention to my privacy as he jacked me off.  I knew he was fascinated with
how I ejaculated.

As he stroked me, he kept his face close to my cock.  His tongue licked his
lips.  It made me wonder if he wanted to try oral, but it wasn't for me to
decide.  As these things happened, I had thoughts, wonders.  What would I
think if he wanted to suck my cock?  That would certainly be going into the
realm of mutual sexuality.  It was tough to know when to draw the line.  We
were sharing so much.

Then he licked the tip of my cock.  I had a knee jerk reaction and my eyes
bore into him, asking silently, 'what are you doing?'  But I didn't stop
him.  He continued, licking my helmet as he stroked me.  At this point,
perhaps he was being daring to our prior conversation.  I didn't know.  But
then again, I was a man.  How does a man stop himself from what he knows
will feel good?  Lucas slipped the head of my cock in his mouth and I felt
the warmth.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it, disregarding all other
things.  I didn't ask my son to do this, he ventured forth on his own.
Talk about not having any control of when you're about to explode!  I was
there!  New experiences, a loved one present and helping.

My hips jerked and I warned him, "Back off, Luke, I'm gonna cum!"

He jumped back, even from stroking me, and I started cumming, streaming
sperm like a river, then spurting.  Lucas watched as I did all this hands
free. He seemed impressed and longing for what he was seeing.  My orgasm
lasted perhaps a little over two minutes before it ebbed.  When it did, my
son came closer and held my cock as it softened.

"I love watching that," he said, again licking his lips.

Curiously, I stated, "You sucked me, Luke."

He nodded.  "I had to."

"Why?"

"Because I could."

This let me know that he regarded our previous conversation with
respectfulness.  He was aware of what we were sharing, and could live with
it just between the two of us.  It let me know he would cherish everything
between us without anyone else knowing and ruining it.  Perhaps he did what
he did to prove it.

Perhaps things like this were actually good, and meant to happen with the
right frame of mind.  I didn't ask my son to put my cock in his mouth, he
just did it.

I looked at his still erect penis as mine was softening.  An urge overcame
me to act in kind.  I pulled him up to a standing position before me and
was about to put my mouth on his cock when he grabbed my shoulders,
stopping me.  I looked up into his eyes.

"Dad, I don't have any control when I shoot," he said.  "If you do this, I
might not be able to get out of your mouth in time when I cum."

I heard in his voice the yearning of wanting to feel a blow job, but he
knew himself and was saying so.  I looked at his cock, and believed him.
"Well," I responded, "if you can, let me know.  If it doesn't happen,
well..." I chuckled, "I get to taste your sperm."

At saying this, I wondered if I'd gag as I slurped his cock into my mouth.
His body immediately responded, not used to the warm sensation.  I wasn't
either, never having a cock in my mouth.  But I decided I couldn't let him
do what he did without returning the favor.  We were both exploring
our...whatever part of us it was that we were letting each other see.

"Oh man," Lucas breathed.  It sounded like a warning that I could have
backed away from, but I didn't.  My mouth and tongue accepted his sperm,
and I tasted it and swallowed it as it shot into me.  His body jerked
uncontrollably.  "Dad!"

I swallowed my son's sperm as it hit the back of my throat, and wondered,
wow.  I was okay with this.  My creating him came back to me, somehow.
"Dad!"  Lucas was breathing and trying to break away but I held his hips
firmly until he was spent before I let go with my mouth.

When I stood, he stared at me in shock.  "Why'd you do that?"  He asked.
"You swallowed my sperm!"

Bewildered, I collapsed in the recliner, my breathing irregular.  "I know,"
I replied.  "I wanted to."

His acceptance of this showed in his face, yet also that it was something
foreign to him.  "Someone can do that?"" He asked.  "Swallow sperm?"

This humored me.  Though he didn't realize it, there was much he didn't
know about male semen.  There was much I could teach him if he gave the
attention to learn.  And I just learned something as well.  Sperm has a
taste of the earth, is what came to mind as I licked the upper plate of my
mouth.  His ejaculation remained tastefully to my senses.  Perhaps I was
experiencing tasting myself, and thought to take a taste of my own sperm in
the future.  That was something I'd never done.

I had no answer to my son's last question.  We were both spent, and I let
it be at that.  I wanted him to think about what can be between any two
people.  I wanted to be relaxed.

Moving over to the couch, I lay down and met my son's eyes.  "Let's check
out another movie.  Hopefully I picked out at least one good one for a
change."

He grinned skeptically, but nodded.  He rushed to put a dvd into the
player, but it wasn't a rush about wanting to see the movie, it was a rush
for him to crawl into my arms...