Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2016 05:13:05 -0500
From: Jaze McAskill <mcaskilljaze@gmail.com>
Subject: Boys Learning to Be Men II

Disclaimer: This is total fiction

Note: The first person point of view switches between father and son where
indicated.

... We fuck for a good long time. Later when we are finished my son leaves
my bedroom with a new smug attitude.

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Wow. That was a great night with my son. Ever since he started puberty I've
wanted to have sex with him. I can't believe it went so smoothly with him
and his friends. And then the thing I've been waiting for my whole life I
got. I got to sit on his dick and have him teach me some of the things I
missed when I was growing up.

	That was on a Saturday. The day before I got permission fro my boss
to work strictly by telecommuting. I never had to go to the office again. I
could be there for my Jaze whenever he told me to. So I'm home when he
comes home from school on Monday. Now its always been a house rule that he
has to do him homeworking before tv, computer or video games, etc. What do
you think he does as soon as he gets home? He turns on the tv in the living
room and plops down on the couch. I go over to him. "Son, I know you fucked
me and I loved it, but you still gotta follow the rules.

	Jaze says, "No, I think the rules are changing. What are you going
to do about it?"

I tell him, "Look, you have to do your homework. There are a hundred
reasons why you should do it as soon as you get home. Trust me, my boy."

SWITCH

	Dad tells me to go to my desk and get all my school thing together
I need to do my homework. Dad told me to trust him and I do and he hasn't
quite stopped me from mastering him. So I do what he says because I trust
him not to express too much power over me. So I'm at my desk with my books
and notebooks; dad's been close the whole time I was setting up. I didn't
know if he was making sure I did what he said or if there was something
else behind his request that I trust him.

	"Now son," dad begins, "I agree that your rules need changing. Take
your clothes off and sit at your desk with your legs spread wide while you
do your homework. Would you be willing to do your homework if Daddy was
under your desk sucking your dick?"

	I tell him, "Dad, you *are* worth trusting. I get all As and
Bs. One of the reasons I do so well is probably because I do my homework
right after I get home before anything else. I admit, I like sitting on MY
couch in the living room and watching MY tv. I also like my GPA. You suck
my dick while I'm studying and I'll so my homework. I got some questions
first."

	Dad says, "Yes, son?"

"OK," I begin, "Are you gonna suck my dick everyday when I'm doing my
homework? And what if I don't have homework one day? Do I just veg out in
front of MY stupid fucking television?"

	Dad says, "Yeah, I think so. If you tell me to suck your dick so
you can do your homework, then I really have no choice,; I gotta suck your
dick. But if you tell me to do something else, I'll have to do that, won't
I?"

SWITCH

	MY son replies, "Wow! Daddy, I'm gonna have some fun with you over
the next few year." Jaze starts taking his clothes off to get ready for his
homework blow job. As he's undressing he says in a rather commanding voice,
"Father, take you clothes off!" He says it in a way that makes it sound
like the most obvious thing in the world and he can't imagine I didn't
undress. I join him in undressing. Then he says something very important
for the two of us to talk about. "Dad, we're exclusive. Understand?"

	I tell him, "Yes, sir. I apologize for the following but you're
young and it needs to be said." I pause for a moment to compose my words
properly. "I'm only 34 years old. I'm a young father. I've had boyfriends
and girlfriends over the years." In a brief aside I mutter, "How the hell I
ever looked at a woman I don't know. Anyway." Then I continue in my regular
voice, "None of them mad me feel like you do. With you its much more
selfish. I created you and you're a part of me. Getting fucked by you is
like I'm breathing for the first time. Our sex makes me feel complete." I
pause for a moment. "What I'm saying is that there is no way no one nor any
thing that could make me be anything other than exclusive with you. But I
understand you're only fifteen. There may come a time in your life when
doing it with dad isn't enough. You might not believe that now, but it's a
real possibility. If that time ever comes all I can do is hope that you'll
still include me in you sex life; even if there's someone else in your
life. I know that there is no one in the world that could ever make me feel
like you make me feel. I love you." After I pause for another second I get
back to his question. "Yeah son, we're exclusive for as long as tell me to
be exclusive with you."

	"Alright, Daddy," Jaze says. You get to work on me and I'll get to
work on these books. So I get on the floor and put my head under his
desk. There is just enough room for me to bob up and down on his rod
without hissing me head. My son starts doing his homework and after a few
minutes of intense work for both of us he says, "Dad, this is surprising
but I'm able to concentrate *better* with your mouth on my manhood. Do you
think my grades will go up?" I tell him they probably will. Anyway, I'm
doing my boy really good, bringing him to the brink. I don't make him cum,
but I get his close. When I do this he says, "Dad, I lost all my
concentration when you brought me to the edge of cumming. Don't do
that. Still suck my dick, but just keep me hard... real hard, but don't
make me cum."

	I get out of my position under the desk and go over and kiss
him. "I love you," I say. "I'll do it that way mostly because you told me
too, but also because it seem like a good idea. I get back under the desk
and do the job my son instructed me to do. It usually takes him about an
hour and a half to do all his written homework. Being under the desk for
that whole time is uncomfortable after fifteen minutes and simply painful
after a half hour. I start whining after 35 minutes. My son notices.

	"Daddy," he says, "you're whining lie a little boy. Suck it up and
keep at it." He pauses for a moment. "No, I think I'll take a break in five
minutes after I finish the assignment for this subject. Why don't you make
me cum and we'll both take a break."

SWITCH

	My dad has been under the desk for at least a half hour sucking me
off. I know his neck is probably cramping up and maybe his shoulders too. I
love my dad. As much as I want complete ownership of him, I can't bring
myself to treat him like an object rather than a person. I want him to know
I'm in charge but I want to make him feel good too. I finish doing the
homework for my science class and at almost the exact same time I shoot a
load down dad's throat. I slide my chair away from the desk and dad gets
up. He massages the places that hurt. I'm glad for us. I tell my dad to lie
down on my bed. I know he wants me to finish my homework nut we both need a
break. I lie down next to him. We cuddle and suck face for about 20
minutes. The I get up to go back to my desk to do my remaining homework. I
tell my dad to relax on my bed while I finish up my work. My dad looks at
me for a long moment. "What?" I ask him.

	"You," my dad says. "I don't wanna condescend my keeper but I gotta
tell you how proud I am of you. There aren't many boys that would finish
their homework without being told. I guess that's part of the reason you're
in charge. You already know how to take care of us."

	After 20 more minutes I finish my assignments. I'm kinda in a mood
to research and study and there are things about dad and I that I want to
know. "Dad," I tell hi, "we gotta talk."

	"What's on your mind?" he replies.

"I gotta know why me," I tell him. "I'm only fifteen years old. I'm your
biological son. What we do is technically illegal and you could get in a
lot of trouble if the wrong people found out. Why risk all that for me?"

		"Well, son," he begins. "When you started puberty and told
me about the first hair you found on your crotch, something touched my
mind. I suddenly had an overpowering desire to fuck myself. No one can
actually fuck themselves, but that's what I wanted to do. I watched you get
a bit older each passing month. And then one day I looked at you and saw a
mirror image of myself. You look exactly like I did when I was your age."

	I'm smiling at dad tells me this. This is fucking awesome. I've
seen so old pictures of him when he was 15 and he's right. I'm a spitting
image of him. I'm not sure exactly how I fit in to his fantasies so I ask
him, "So you think I'm you?"

	Dad says, "No. You're your own person. See, my desire to fuck
myself slowly changed. It became a desire to be you, to be with you. To be
so close yo you that we are inseparable. That sex talk the other night was
the spark that I needed to ignite us into one person, like when people get
married. People get married to be one with each other and that's what I
need from you. Kissing you, having sex with you, even just sitting on the
couch next to you watching tv makes me feel like nothing could ever make us
part from one another. I guess it make me feel like I'm chained to you and
I love it! I guess I'm kinda obsessed with you. But you fulfill me so my
obsession is satisfied."

	I'm a bit taken aback at the magnitude of what my dad is saying. My
first instinct is to be a little afraid, but then I remember whos' in
charge. "Daddy, " I say, "I think we need to spread ourselves
around. Remember I told you that Mike and Will and I really get into it?
We've come real close to having sex though we never have. Today in school
we almost did a 3-way kiss in the hall. If we weren't freshman attending an
all-boys catholic high school then I'm sure we would've made out so long we
missed class. But... fearing for our lives we didn't kiss. I'm glad we
didn't. You're only allowed to kiss me unless I give you permission to kiss
someone else. I like having my daddy as my boyfriend so I'm glad I didn't
cheat one you. Anyway, I wanna ask them to come over. I'm okay with fucking
around with them, but only if you're with us." I give Will a call. He's
almost done with his homework and says it would be cool to come over but
that we should ask Mike too. I laugh softly to myself and dial Mike on
3-way. Mike says he needed to talk to me and that he's gonna knock on my
door any second. Will says he'll be over in a half hour or so. Sure enough,
as soon as I hang up there's a knock at the door. "Dad, " I say, "put so
shorts and a shirt on and go let Mike in." Daddy does as he's told and Mike
comes into my bedroom. No wanting to ever leave my side, I have to tell my
dad to leave the room and give us some privacy for a little while. "Mikey,
what's up?" I ask him.

	"Saturday, " he says. "I wanna tell everyone what we did. But I
think your dad did a lot more than just give us a sex talk. I feel like I'm
in love. I'm in love with you and Will, Paul, Jimmy and even your dad. But
if I tell anyone what we did your dad could get in a lot of trouble for
having sexual relations with a minor." With an intonation that has a "good
job" flavor to it, he add, "Not to mention incest. The last thing I wanna
do is get your dad in trouble, but I wanna tell the world about the six of
us. I know I can't but I have to do something!"

	"Hmm. I don't know Mike. I'm glad you thought about my dad and kept
it a secret." I pause for a moment in thought. "Maybe you could talk to
yourself about it and pretend you're talking to someone else. Or I could
pretend to be someone you want to tell and you could talk to me. What do
you think?"

	Mike replies that he thinks that's a good idea. He tells me to
pretend to be his friend Dave. Dave is the kind kid who thinks he can get
any girl he wants. The thing is, he can. He's a little arrogant. He's not
homophobic but any time gay sex comes up in conversation, he always changes
the subject. Mike and Dave are pretty close as far as friends go. They have
most of their classes together and always sit next to each other so they
can talk through the whole class. I tell Mike, "Alright, here goes. Hi
Mike, what's up?"

	Playing the part he wants to, Mike says, "You'll never believe the
Saturday I had.

	"Oh yeah?" I say, pretending to be Dave. "Tell me about it."

		"I know you can't stand talking about gay sex but I got to
eat Jaze's Dad's ass and it was fabulous."

	Thinking about something Dave might say, I reply "You ate his ass?
Didn't it taste like shit? Are you fucking crazy?! And shouldn't Mr. M be
in a lot of trouble for doing that with you?"

	"No Dave, you don't understand. If you clean your butt regularly,
in the shower and after using the bathroom, your clean butt will taste like
a treat given to you by the Gods. And why should Mr. M be in any trouble?
Jimmy didn't want to eat him out and Mr. M didn't force him to."

	"Wait. Jimmy was there? What the hell was this a gay fucking orgy?
You guys are gross. What do we have next period?"

Mike smile. He sees I'm playing the part of Dave really well. Mike's really
into this conversation. "We have a free period. Nowhere to be until the
period after. Anyway, yeah, Jimmy was there. So were Paul and Will and Jaze
too. It wasn't an orgy. It was more like a lesson on how to have sex,
whether gay or not."

	"but you licked his butt?" I say like Dave would've said it.

"No man," Mike says. "Mr. M bent over a desk and the five of us got in a
line. When it was my turn I didn't lick his butt like it was a large
popsicle! I shoved my tongue up his anus and freched that hole good. If
clean ass tastes that great, I'm definitely not Bi anymore. Strictly dickly
for me now. Aw, yum, just thinking about it."

	"You know I hate talking about this stuff," I pretend Dave would
say, "but I gotta ask. Jimmy licked his butt too. I can't wait to rib him
on that. Hanging out with you half-fags and always saying he's completely
straight."

	"No," Mike says. "Jimmy only jerked off with us. I think someone
sucked his dick though."

"I bet Mr. M was pissed when Jimmy refused to kiss his ass. What did he do
to him?"

	"Are you crazy?!" Mike continues. "It wasn't like that. Jimmy said
he wasn't comfortable with doing that and went over to masturbate with
Jaze."

	"Oh, that's surprising. If I knew my ass tasted great and some girl
refused to kiss me there I'm pretty sure I'd be really pissed at
her. Anyway, did you guys learn anything useful?"

	"Yes," Mike says. "When you're getting a blow job, you'll
immediately blow your load if the person sucking your dick puts there
finger up your butt a little bit." Mike pauses for a moment looking at
me. "Thanks, Jaze," he says. "That helped. I don't think Dave would've let
me say that much though."

	We both laughed. Just at this moment my dad shows up mat my bedroom
door with Will. My dad starts away, letting us hang out without him. Before
he takes two steps away I say, "Dad. Freeze. You aren't going anywhere."
Mike an Will look at me with surprise and a hint of curiosity. I speak to
Mike and Will, "Guys, you know when we masturbate the three of us end up
doing a lot more than just jerking each other off. Um, after Saturday
night, I mean Saturday night, all day Sunday and today, I've been keeping
myself as clean as you can imagine. Even if I stick my finger up my but it
smells faintly of soap and baby powder and nothing else. What about you
guys?" Mike says he too has been keeping himself super clean. Will says
he's been trying but it hurts him too much to put his finger in his
ass. "Mike," I ask, "will you eat my ass? I'll do you afterward." And then,
"Will, you can eat my dad's butt if you want." Will looks at my dad who
nods back at him. We all agree to my plan and get to it.

	Oh my God! The feeling of having Mike slobber over my butt was
unimaginably good. I had loads of precum coming out of my dick. I must've
been clean enough because Mike is really going to town. My dad's getting
his butt sucked by Will and they both look like they're reslly enjoying
themselves. Anyway, Mike is doing such a good job on my butt that I have to
take my dick in hand and let a load fly. I think maybe two minutes after I
grabbed my dick I started spilling a load on the carpet. Mike, of course,
still has his face buried in my behind and seem like he never want to
stop. Finally I break away and turn around. I kiss Mike and get a hint of
the taste of my butt. I try to stop kissing Mike but as I pull away he
says, "No. You don't understand. That was so good I never wanna take my
mouth off you. Can't we make out some more?"

	"What about Will and my dad? He might not wanna rim my dad for as
long as you wanna rim me. Besides, I'm curious about how your bum tastes."
Reluctantly, Mike proffers his ass to my face." I start rimming him. He
tastes pretty good. Not as good as daddy, but good. The four of us stop
rimming one another and start stroking our dicks. "I think we should try to
get a fuck circle going on. I'll fuck my dad, Mike can fuck me and will can
fuck Mike. They all agree. Slowly we all get in a line. First, I penetrate
my dad again. I don't start fcuking him yet. I wait for Mike to put his
dick in me. I like it very much. Then, once Will's got his dick up Will we
all start moving our hips. We don't keep together very well so after a few
moments its me fucking my dad and Will fucking Mike. We change position so
that My dad and Mike can 69 each other as they're being fucked. After a
little while each of us had cum. We all kiss one another and then just sit
in the nude talking.

	"Mike, Will, we've never fucked before. We've kissed, we've 69ed,
we've jerked each other off, but we've never kissed. Are we gay?"

Mike says, "Jaze, your ass tasted so good. Will's dick up my ass felt
great. You can't believe how good it was when I felt his load being shot
inside me. I'm gay!"

	Will says, "I don't know. I really like having gay sex but I don't
think I'm ready to give up the girls."

My dad says, "I'm definitely gay. I actually used to think I was straight
but years ago I learned I'm 100% gay. Jaze?" he asks me.

	"Dad," I say in a mock scornful voice. "Do you really think I could
be straight after the things we've shared? I'm in love with you dad. And
even if I weren't I've thought girls are gross since I was 5 and I still
do!" Dad kisses me passionately.