Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 12:35:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg Stangle <phineas233@yahoo.com>
Subject: August Afternoon with Son, Part 2

This is the true story of our first time. It has been a few years ago --
seven, in fact -- so some of the details are quite hazy and I had to
spend a lot of time rehashing them in my mind. But I hope I have created
a complete and accurate portrayal of the first time my son sucked my
dick.

My wife had just left for her mother's house. For the hundredth time, we
fought over our sex life, or our lack thereof. As usual, I wanted it more
often and she'd rather not have it at all. We fought last night about it
and we fought this morning about it, and now she was on her way to her
mother's house to cool off a little bit.

I couldn't leave the house and cool off myself because I was stuck at
home watching our son. Gregory was six at the time and still in that
phase where he just couldn't leave our sides. Every time I turned
around, he was there. I have to admit it was a little annoying, but I
dealt with it because it was also very nice. He was my son and I loved
him very much.

He told me that he was hungry, so I got into the drawer and pulled out
some bread and peanut butter. I got out some strawberry jelly from the
refrigerator -- his favorite -- and started making a sandwich assembly
line. I had him help me spread the jelly on top of my peanut butter
sandwiches, which was a fiasco but a lot of fun for him. When the
sandwiches were made, I had a little peanut butter on my fingers so I
licked them off. He mimicked me with his own fingers. Watching his sweet
mouth move expertly over his smudged fingers made my dick twitch a
little.

My father fucked me from the age of seven until I was 17, and I never
developed a liking for it. It always hurt too much, and he rarely ever
used enough lube, so I have some bitter memories of my times with dad. I
swore when I married my wife and again when we had Greg that I would
never do the same things my dad did to me. But that all changed very
quickly.

I put some jelly on my finger and put it in his face. He quickly took it
in his mouth, licking and sucking it clean.  I didn't want to, but I had
to.  I couldn't help myself.  I was so horny from a lack of sex with my
wife.  I knew it could be done because my dad did the same thing to me.
I just had to.  It was in me.

I stood up and pulled off my pants.  Standing there in my boxers, I
looked at my son and looked down at my exposed legs.  I was too horny to
stop now.  I reached inside my pants and I pulled on my dick and balls.
On the count of three, I pulled down my underwear and exposed my
half-hard dick to my son.  He stood in awe.  We had only seen each other
nude here and there before, mostly before going swimming, or when we'd
take showers together.  But he never saw me so turned on.  I quickly
became hard as a rock and he was intrigued.

I reached into the jelly jar and pulled some out and spread it on my
balls.  He quickly learned how to play our game and started to lick at
it.  He had my balls cleaner than when he started, so I put some on my
shaft.  He licked around my hard dick with his tongue, trying to get
every bit of that sweet concoction.  Then, I put some on my head and
before he went to lick it, I told him to put it in his mouth like he did
with my finger.

It was pure lust.  Those little, full lips sucking on my throbbing cock
was the hottest thing I've ever experienced.  I sat down on my chair and
let him finish me off, with a burst of cum shooting in his hair, on his
face, and some even making it into his mouth.

We cleaned up and laid on my bed, my arms wrapped around my little
cocksucking son.  We laid there for an hour and then got up and took a
swim in the pool.  Our sucking fun lasted for a few years before I
ventured into his ass.  But that's another story.