Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 02:40:27 GMT
From: Mat
Subject: A Father's Gift - M/t Incest - Adult Youth

A Father's Gift

By Mat

Dedicated to: Alan W who inspired it.

Thanks to ASSGM and Nifty for giving guys like me a
lifeline.

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A Father's Gift

Your 14 year old son has just started to get his first pubes. He has a very
small, thin patch of hair that you could scrape a finger nail gently through
and still feel skin. They're short enough that they don't even fully curl
around yet. They're jet black.

His dick is short, perhaps 1 1/5 - 2" soft. It's uncut and his foreskin
accounts for 1/3 of an inch. The foreskin is soft but tightly puckered.
His dick is just plump and weighty enough to hang straight down. When
soft, it varies between absolutely flaccid and bloodless, and plump and
floppy. When cold it's firm and pert, defying gravity. If you gently pull
his foreskin back, his helmet is dark purple, revealing the fact that he
plays with it too much.

He's a slightly bashful kid, not at home using sex words so he calls his
dick a "winkle" or "weiner" in adult company, but around his friends he
calls it a "cock". As his dad, you use the slightly demeaning (but
playfully intentioned) term "pecker", and sometimes, just to put him down
and draw attention to the boy's youth, you call him "fuzznuts".

His testicles are about half the size of an adult's and very compressible
to the squeeze. He calls them "noogies". They dangle down lower than the
end of his penis. His pouch is incredibly thin and soft, so you can easily
make out the exact shape of each ball. In fact, if you look closely enough
at the narrow part of his scrotum joining his balls to his body, you
can even make out the connecting cords.

He thinks (without having seen any naked men), that he's almost as big as
an adult now. He's very wrong, but he's naive.

The other day, he broke both arms skateboarding and now you have to
help him shower and dry afterwards. He's embarrassed by his incapacity
and the fact that you have to see him nude. You put him at his ease, but
not too much. You "inadvertently" drop in the occasional comment about
how small his dick is, just to make him squirm a bit.

You gently roll both balls in your hand under the pretence of drying them.
They feel tiny in your adult hand, both easily fitting weightlessly between
the fingertips of a single hand. You realise that he's nearer to boyhood
than adulthood. As you roll them between your fingers, you tug gently on
them and his soft, shower-warmed scrotum gives easily. His penis is so soft
that you can barely feel it. You tug on his balls just a little too hard.
He flinches forwards bending over a little and you apologise with an inner
chuckle.

He has cropped hair; a very short French crop with a short spiky fringe.
He looks fashionable for his age, yet still clean cut. But he's no
tough-nut. He's beautiful. He has black hair and dark blue eyes that see
right through you. They have a perpetual sparkle, almost like they're
watering, but they're not, they're just bright with humour and life.

He has a straight nose and slightly pink lips which, although not pouty or
in any way feminine, are sensual and beautiful - so soft and strokeable
and not in any way thin or petulant. He's a boy who smiles easily and
often, and when he does, it's like you won a reward for something. His
face opens up like pure sunshine and straight or gay, anyone would feel
so delighted to see his guileless, completely open sign of happiness.
The word "sneaky" is not a word that's ever been used in association
with your son.

His skin is quite pale, but in no way pallid or unhealthy. He has
freckles, including an adorable smattering across the bridge of his nose.
They emphasise his boyness rather than his nearness to adulthood. He
vaguely dislikes them for exactly that reason, but he also realises that
they make him look cute to the girls. He's completely heterosexual, and
has never entertained any kind of gay fantasies. He loves girls and
definitely wants to "get off" with one soon, although he's not one of the
bold kids who would ever ask one for sex, or even a quick feel. Perhaps
he might one day make a childish half-joke about it and one of the girls
will take him up on it...

He blushes easily, starting with intense patches of red on his cheeks,
quickly transforming his whole face to crimson, like he's working too
hard. He'd the kind of kid who looks at the floor and scuffs his foot
when he's embarrassed.

You continue drying the rest of his body, running your softly-towelled
finger along the inside of his crack to dry it. Standing behind him, you
return to his balls again, "just to make sure" as you tell him. After ten
seconds of ball drying, he realises something's up and he although very
self-conscious, he starts to think of his privates in sexual terms,
thinking about the jack offs he's had. He's been able to cum for more
than a year now and he's always horny. He often pops a boner whilst he's
out or in class or on the school bus, often at incredibly embarrassing
moments. He's become adept at disguising it with loose sweatshirts or by
holding things in the way of his bulge.

But this time he can't disguise it, with your hand so close. Just the
thought of sex has aroused him. He jacks off at least three times a day,
but his young cock is always at the ready. He thinks you don't know he's
jacking in the shower, or at night in his room, but he's not as quiet as
he thinks and you often have a quiet chuckle about it with your wife.

At first she was embarrassed about it, but after conversations with you,
she's come to accept that it's a natural part of being a teenager, and now
she's torn between pride at how virile her son is, and amusement that he
pulls his pudding so often. It especially amuses her when he enters a room
still red from his exertions, thinking no one notices. But he's so
innocent and sweet, no one has the heart to say something to him that
might make him feel eternally paranoid and self conscious.

So now you feel his boner spring up. You move around to the front and
continue "drying" him.
     "Well, well, well. What's this?" you ask innocently, giving his boner
a little tug then releasing him so that it's fully exposed. He's looking
at the ground, but as his hard cock catches his eye he averts his gaze.
His blush spreads from his face down his neck and across his entire
abdomen.
     "I--I--" he stutters.
     "Hmmm," you muse. "That thing looks dangerous. Is it loaded?"
He looks up at your face, and the tiniest grin at the corner of your mouth
reveals your humour and takes the edge off his tension. You reach down
and using two fingers, you bend his cock down like a lever. It's rock hard.
You release it and it twangs upright, slapping against his belly. He's one
of these kids who's hard-ons point straight up at his chin. You love that;
as if the angle of elevation is an indicator of horniness. It's not true
of course, but it doesn't matter because your son's dick is as hard as
rock. You give its side a little squeeze - absolutely rigid.

Even though it's utterly engorged with blood, it doesn't look bloated or
ugly. It's completely straight, with a nice streamlined head. It's about
four inches long and surprisingly slender, like a long thumb. It's as pale
as the rest of him, but beneath it, his scrotum has started to darken with
puberty. You grip behind its head with your finger and thumb and pull
towards its base to unsheath him. His foreskin is tighter than you'd
imagine. It slides off him with a little slurping sound. His helmet is
purple and very smooth and shiny looking. Not too bulbous. He's looking
down at himself with curiosity now. You run a gentle finger over his
helmet, and when you trail your finger-nail lightly across his slit, he
takes a sharp intake of breath, then gives a little involuntary shiver
making his exhaled breath vibrate. You find his response delightful.

You reach into the shower and smear soap on your hand, then you grip his
cock lightly and start to jack him using the same action a milkmaid would
use on a cow's teat. He doesn't say a word. If he thought too hard about
what was happening, he'd be mortified, but his love for you and his boyish
horniness are the dominant factors now.

As you jack him, you can feel the small, but prominent veins on the side of
his penis. You enjoy the sensation as they pass repeatedly beneath your
fingers, back and forth. They're a tangible sign of just how aroused your
sweet little fuck monkey is. He's not a boy, he's a cute, horny little
animal acting purely on instinct.

His breathing has become faster and shallower and quite audible. He doesn't
even notice the fact that his hips have started thrusting in rhythm with
your jacking. You're holding him using a palm-up grip, so that you can see
the top of his cock. As the soap starts to wear thin, there's increased
friction between your hand and his hyper-sensitive cock. The base of your
palm is brushing against his frenulum - the little piece of skin at the
back of his helmet connecting it to his foreskin. The friction is sending
startling electric shocks straight to his balls. He's still young and
doesn't know his body at all well yet. These are new sensations. Each one
makes him feel like he's going to cum, but he doesn't. However, the
intensity of the feeling strips away his last vestiges of self-control. He
starts to pant, making boyish-sounding hoarse little groaning noises.
     "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."

You release him. He instantly makes a raspy little "Oh?" sound that's part
question, part disappointment. You turn the shower on and use the water to
rinse the soap off his straining cock. Each time you splash the water onto
him, his groin moves towards your hand, mutely begging for more
attention.

When he's soapless again, you turn off the shower. You love the sound of
his earlier groaning and you don't want the noise of running water to mask
it when you restart. He's still standing in the shower, his erection
twitching in optimistic anticipation. You turn him so that he's facing out
of the shower and you kneel on the shower ledge. You take his dick in one
hand and bend it down towards you. Then you lean forwards and lick
lightly at the slit. He instantly jerks his hips forwards, trying to jam his
prick into your face. Under different circumstances you might take a bit
more time and be more artful, but you sense your virgin son's urgency
and you know he won't be able to hold out for long, so you suck his cock
straight into your mouth.

As you suck, you run your tongue around his helmet to increase his
pleasure. He's thrusting in and out, face fucking you and making those
adorable boyish groans again now. He probably doesn't even know he's
doing it. He's completely overwhelmed by the experiences that are
surging through his groin. He's in total ecstasy, and it's thanks to you.
What greater favour could a dad do for his son?

With one hand you cup his firm buttocks to control his thrusting, and with
the other you play with his small balls; returning to the organs that
started things. They're riding a little higher now, as his arousal
retracts them towards his body. They still dangle but not quite as low.
His instinctive urge to thrust is overwhelming and he continues to try,
despite your steadying hand. You firmly pull his balls towards you on the
in-stroke, so that he doesn't have enough free movement to pull away from
you without them being tugged. One, two, three times he tries to move
away, and you find yourself gripping his balls tightly to stop his lusty
attempts to hump your mouth. On the fourth attempt you let your hand go
with him, afraid that you might hurt him. His desire to climax is
unstoppable.

You increase the suction on his cock and try vainly to move your head in
rhythm with the action of his hips, but he's moving too quickly, too
urgently and you don't want a neck strain. You sense that he's on his last
legs and you flick your tongue over his helmet each time it enters your
mouth, whilst fondling his balls like a world-class juggler. With your
other hand, you press your middle finger against his tight anus. He goes
wild, and you swiftly increase the pressure there. There's a little soap
left on your hand and suddenly, without warning, your finger slips into
him, traversing both inner and outer sphincter muscles in one smooth
movement. It's lucky for the boy that you keep your nails so short!

You start to move your finger in and out of the boy's hole, and the
feeling is too much. His balls suddenly twitch upwards in your hand, and
he takes shorter, faster strokes that keep his dick fully inside your
mouth. He's so completely swamped by the triple-pronged stimulation of his
sex organs that he doesn't know which feeling is the most intense. He
finds it impossible to focus on any one, yet he's literally trembling
with virgin excitement. His groans turn into shouts, almost like cries of
pain, so intense is the feeling in his highly sensitised sex organs.

You feel something hot splatter against the back of your mouth, followed
by another jet, and another and another. When the jets stop, you move your
tongue close to the opening of his dick so that you can feel the last weak
squirts of cum as he completes the most powerful ejaculation of his life.

He's stopped moving, but his shouts have become a long, low, chesty groan
of release and of pure male ecstasy.

     "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

You continue working his ass and his balls for a few more seconds, and then
you give his spent dick a little lick. For the first time in his short, but
enthusiastic sexual life, he's completely and utterly drained and he
flinches, trying to move his tingling, sore dick away from your tongue. You
understand and move your head from him, releasing his cum-moistened
dick. You stop working on his ass and balls and release them too. As you
take your hand from his ass, he almost collapses to the floor. It's only
your quick intervention that saves him. He's as weak as kitten. The force
of his orgasm has robbed him of the power to stand unaided. You wrap an arm
around his back and support him. He looks at you almost as if he's drunk
and in a stupor. His senses are literally reeling from his experience.

As you look at him, you realise that every inch of his body is covered in
sweat. It's formed in droplets and they have joined to form rivulets
that trickle down him. He's red from tip to toe, but this time it isn't
embarrassment; it's pure sexual exertion. His hair is stuck to his head and
his face has a beatific expression. He couldn't look any more angelic,
beautiful or innocent if he wore a halo. He smiles sweetly at you.

In your mouth you still have his cum. You savour it, enjoying the various
flavours as it moves across different taste zones on your tongue. It's
thin, yet a little slimy. If it were anything else, it might make you feel
nauseous, but knowing that it's your boy's cum you delight in it. There's
quite a lot of it, and you assume that that reflects the intensity of the
boy's orgasm. You rub it against the back of your teeth and the roof of
your mouth with your tongue.

You look at your boy's radiant, lovely face and you can't resist it. You
take the back of his head in your palm and pull his face towards you. He
realises that you want to kiss and allows himself to be pulled into
position, opening his mouth slightly as he does so. Just as your mouths
meet, he shuts his eyes in trusting supplication. Your mouths meet
tenderly. You adjust your lips, then immediately use your tongue to empty
his cum from your mouth into his. His eyes open with surprise, realising
what you've done, and not entirely happy about it. However, he feels such a
debt of gratitude to you, that he accepts the transfer as your payment for
giving him such pleasure.

You hold the kiss, using his mouth as a mixing bowl in which your tongue
mixes his saliva and his thin teen semen. You withdraw and he shuts his
mouth. You stroke the front of his throat, and he swallows reflexively.
His eyes widen and his mouth opens in surprise when he realises what
you've just made him do. Then the light returns to his eyes and he smiles a
wry grin, appreciating the playful mischief of your actions.

     "I think that's enough don't you?" you say. Although you have an
insistent erection of your own, you don't want to rush him. You'll take
care of yourself later. He grins at you and nods, able to support his own
weight again now. You look at his sweaty body. His penis is completely
flaccid and looks much pinker than before, and his testicles look almost
red.
     "I think you need a fresh shower don't you?"
He looks at himself and nods. You turn on the shower and he steps under
and turns to face you.
     "I'll come and dry you off when you're done," you say, intending to
take care of business in your bedroom in the mean-time. He looks at you
with his big, sparkling blue eyes. He holds your gaze for a second. It's a
look of pure adoration. Then another expression surfaces on his face. Is
it optimism or just unbridled boy lust? You smile and look downwards. His
penis is two heartbeats short of 12 O'clock. Maybe you'll just stick around
awhile after all...