Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 09:58:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: incestadvice@yahoo.com
Subject: Checking Terry's Development

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Checking Terry's Development
by incestadvice@yahoo.com
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I suppose it all began when I became curious about my
son Terry's development. One Saturday morning, when
Terry was seven, I noticed an odd bulge in his
underpants and I asked him about it. Turns out that he
had stuck one of his toys in there because he didn't
have any pockets!

After that I became preoccupied with checking him out
for one reason or another. When he bathed I'd often
walk in on him and glance down at his little pecker.
From day to day I hardly noticed much difference but
after a few years I realized that he was growing. I
asked him about getting erections and things like
that, and those questions embarrassed him at first but
then they just became routine and he got used to them.


After my wife left me and Terry for unrelated reasons,
I decided to move into a smaller apartment with only
one bathroom. The hot water ran out quick so Terry and
I would shower together in the early morning before he
went to school and I went to work. This became a daily
inspection/comparison ritual before each shower. We'd
go in and undress, if we weren't undressed already,
and then I'd sit on the toilet and peer at his pecker.
Many times he would handle it while I watched, and
every now and then I'd touch it a bit. This always
lasted less than a minute each day but I always
thought about it for the rest of the day.

Now around the time he was 11 years old he started to
get a little shyer and more nervous about the daily
inspection. It may have had something to do with the
fact that he was growing noticeably and even just
getting undressed in front of me would get him hard.
That was OK since I was almost always hard during
these inspections too. I had the idea to just limit
the inspections to side-by-side comparisons of length.
So we'd stand together outside the shower while the
water warmed up and hold our hard dicks together. Mine
has been about six and half inches for years and
around this time my son's penis was about four inches.

Just before his 12th birthday I started asking him to
do the measuring. Because he was shorter than me, with
smaller hands, this was a bit more awkward but always
resulted in a little extra groping which made me
happy.

I made a business trip to Northern Europe that year
and came back with all kinds of sex magazines
including a few that featured man-boy sex. This was
back before there was a crackdown on that sort of
thing in places like Holland and Denmark. I hid the
magazines from Terry but I secretly hoped he would
find them.

One Saturday afternoon I was laying in my bedroom
masturbating to one of the regular hetero adult
magazines. I had left the door unlocked, as I often
had that year, in the hope that Terry would come in,
but he never did. This Saturday was different. He
walked right in, wearing just his underwear as he
always did on Saturday mornings, and we both just
stared at each other. I covered myself with the
magazine on instinct, then realized that was no good
since he had already seen me hard many times.

Terry said he'd leave me alone but I told him to wait
a minute. I asked him if he ever masturbated and he
nodded without looking at me. I asked him to hop up on
the bed for a minute and I put the magazine away. I
said, "Terry, you know something, if anything I do
makes you feel uncomfortable, or if we talk about
stuff or do stuff that you don't want to do, you need
to tell me about it OK?"

He said "OK" and I said "All right then, you can stay
and watch or you can go back to watching TV."

He got up off the bed and moved towards the door as if
he was going to leave but then I guess he changed his
mind because he stood there and watched while I
finished jerking off. I put on a little show for him,
bucking my hips and grunting while I shot my load onto
my belly. I looked at him when I finished and we both
smiled. I started to scoop up my load on my fingers
and I said, "Do you have orgasms like this yet, son?"
and he said "Yeah." Then I ate my cum and I said, "Do
you do this too?" and he nodded and blushed. We both
smiled again and then I grabbed a towel to finish
cleaning up. Before he left I noticed that his
underwear was tented out with an erection.

Monday morning we got up to shower together and in the
bathroom we were both hard as usual. I said "Terry,
since we have some extra time, why don't you show me
what you do when you jack off if that is OK."

He started to pull on his hard dick, which was now
about five inches fully erect, and I copied his
movements. We stood facing each other, jacking off.
After a while he gasped "Dad I'm gonna do it!" and he
kind of turned away, but I held his shoulder with my
other hand and I blurted "that's OK, me too!" and
after a few seconds we started cumming on each other's
hands and cocks and stomachs. It was amazing.

I scooped up a big fingerfull of the mess and put it
in my mouth. Terry laughed and said "Dad I think some
of that was mine!" and I smiled and said "Whatever, it
all tastes the same, which is pretty good!" So we both
scooped the cum off our own bodies and ate it. I got
hard again in the shower thinking about Terry eating
my cum off his body, but Terry just treated it like a
regular shower. He even went off to school without
saying goodbye which made me think things had gone too
far.

So later that day, before dinner, we sat down and had
a talk. I reminded him that he should tell me if he
felt uncomfortable about anything and after a whole
lot of prodding and questioning he finally admitted
that his problem was that he enjoyed it a lot and he
worried that he might be queer. I hugged him and told
him that if he WAS queer that was OK with me, and
besides it was normal for boys to play with other boys
when they were young, even if they did turn out to be
completely heterosexual later.

Then I told him that I had played around with boys as
a kid, which was true, and I told him that my father
had done similar things with me, which wasn't true,
but Terry had no way of knowing since my father had
been dead for years. I think this may have been a
little manipulative on my part and I feel kind of bad
about it now. But Terry believed it all and seemed
accepting of things.

Tuesday morning, Terry was ready to do it all again.
This time he directed the action since he knew I
wouldn't judge him. He asked me to sit on the toilet,
then he sat in my lap, and we jacked off together with
our cocks touching. We ended up pressing our cocks
together and taking turns jacking off both cocks at
once. I came first, covering him with cum, then I
asked him to please stand up and go ahead and jack off
in front of me. It didn't take long for him to say
"I'm gonna cum, Dad!" and then he shot hard loads onto
my chest and belly. We laughed about it and washed up
in the shower.

So now we had a new ritual -- we would jack off
together in the mornings. But that was as far as it
went. Until the next summer.

Terry had a friend named Eric who would spend the
night. They would stay up all night playing video
games and sleep on the couches in the living room. I
recalled my youthful sleepovers with enthusiasm and
tried to make sure that I had every opportunity to spy
on my son and his friend since I expected them to
engage in some fun sex play.

It took a while but once I planted some of my gay sex
magazines in more obvious "hiding places," the boys
found them and began acting them out together. There
were many weekends when I stood outside the glass
sliding door, hidden in the bushes outside my own
house, peering inside, watching my son and his friend
69, illuminated only by the blue glow of the TV
screen.

After several episodes of this I had to act. One
Saturday night in July I watched them as they
undressed and started to 69, then I sneaked back into
my bedroom, undressed and put on my bathrobe with
nothing underneath. I crept out to the living room and
turned on the light suddenly.

The boys jumped out of their sexual position and
stared at me. Terry's friend Eric had a nice little
hard dick, about four or five inches, and hairless
hanging balls. Terry had gotten a few hairs around his
nuts but they were drawn up tight against his shaft.
Both of them were still hard and I could see moisture
on their dicks where they'd been sucking each other.

"Boys, settle down," I said, "I just wanted to check
on you. There is no shame in what you were doing, go
right ahead."

They just stared at me in silence.

I opened my robe and took it off so they could see my
naked body and hard cock. "Look, I'm excited too, so
it is no big deal. Here, I will turn off the lights
again too." And I reached back and hit the switch.

Then I stepped forward and hugged both the boys. At
first my son and his friend were still frozen with
fear, but they soon relaxed and hugged me back. This
quickly turned into a grope session where we were all
feeling each other's butts and cocks, and when I
quietly suggested that we get down on the floor and
play, the two boys were all too willing.

We laid down and I arranged us in an oral triangle,
where I was sucking my boy, Eric was sucking me, and
Terry was sucking Eric. It was so wonderful to reach
down and feel that boy's head between my legs while I
had my own son's cock in my mouth.

All of us kept taking the dicks out of our mouths to
say something brief like "that feels great" or "I
don't ever want to stop doing this." I said "you boys
are so good at this" and Terry said "Dad, that feels
so good."

Eric was the first to cum. He stopped sucking me long
enough to warn Terry, and I stopped sucking Terry so I
could look over and see Eric's dick pulsing in Terry's
mouth. My son swallowed all of it, then let Eric's
dick pop out of his mouth so he could catch his
breath. He smiled down at me and said "keep going Dad,
don't stop, I'm almost there."

I resumed my sucking and I combined it with licking
Terry's nuts, fondling his sack, and also fingering
and licking his sweet little butthole. That drove my
son crazy and soon he was emptying his load directly
into my mouth for the first time. It was wonderful.

Then Terry and Eric took turns finishing me off. I
told Eric that I hope it would be OK if Terry could
have most of my cum, and the kid didn't say anything,
so when I felt my load cumming I said "here it is,
son!" and Terry put just the head of my cock in his
mouth and took as much as he could, leaving a few
drips for his friend, who licked them off my dickhead.

I invited the boys back to my bedroom and we lay
together on the bed feeling each other's dicks. I told
Eric that Terry and I could keep a secret, and Eric
laughed and said they've been keeping their secret for
months. We all laughed at that. Then I told them more
details about my preteen and teen years, sucking and
fucking with other boys, and Terry asked to hear more
about my dad and me. So I made up a story about the
first time I had sucked off my father and both boys
were excited by that.

Soon we were all fully hard again and ready to go. I
said I wanted to suck both of them, if they would both
suck me, and they agreed. So the boys laid side by
side and I took turns sucking each one of them, and
was rewarded with more of their sweet cum. Then I laid
on my back and the boys took turns sucking me. After a
bit I suggested a new position, where they both knelt
in front of me with their mouths open and I would
stand in front of them fucking their faces. They
thought this would be cool and so we did it, and it
turned out to be better than just laying on the bed,
especially because when I was ready to cum I told them
to hold their mouths open side by side so I could just
shoot onto both their tongues.

After this I was wore out but I said we could do more
the next day. So we curled up in bed and slept
together.

The next morning we all had piss-hards, of course, and
together all three of us went into the bathroom and
pissed. Back in the bedroom I showed them my man-boy
sex mags from Europe and asked if they liked them.
Both boys were interested in them, and I asked if they
wanted to try anal sex with me.

Neither one of them wanted to get penetrated, probably
because my dick seemed so large compared to theirs.
But they both wanted to fuck me. I showed them where I
kept my KY Jelly and got on my hands and knees on the
bed. They took turns mounting and fucking me. It was
really easy and not painful at all, and the boys loved
it. Then they got on their knees on the floor again
and I face-fucked both of them, which they also
enjoyed.

Before Eric's parents came to pick him up I told him
again how important it was to keep this a secret, but
he assured me it would be cool.

For months after that the three of us would fuck
around together. Eventually the boys overcame their
fear of anal penetration and our favorite position
became a train, with me fucking Terry while Eric
fucked me.

I have been tempted to take photos of our liaisons but
I knew how damaging that could be if caught, so I have
managed to resist the temptation. I have especially
wanted to document Terry's physical maturation but
just making love with him every day is enough for me.

Terry is 17 now and we are still lovers. Eric moved
away a few years ago but since then Terry has taken
more male (and a few female) lovers. We have not had
another three-way since Eric left though. One thing I
like to do to Terry nowadays is suck him off while
he's talking to friends on the phone, especially
girlfriends. He always manages to keep his composure
somehow. And our favorite fucking position is for me
to lay on my back while Terry lowers himself onto my
rod as he's facing me. That way he can cum all over my
body while I'm cumming inside of him.

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