Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 03:30:02 -0700
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Devlin's Dad

Devlin's Dad

So my son Devlin decided to share our story with the whole world.  At first
I was a little taken aback, but then I realized that it was a good thing to
have happened.  If he's comfortable in telling the story it means he's
accepting himself and validating his feelings.  Now I'm totally in favor of
sharing what is our joy and celebration of each other. So much so that I've
persuaded him to let me finish our story so that everyone will have the
full perspective from both parties. I intend to tell you the whole truth.

I have to admit I wasn't totally surprised when Devlin finally told me he
thought he might be gay. I'd seen some signs; the lingering stares at guys
who were good looking or well built; the quick glance at a guy's package;
even getting lost in simple conversations with me while looking down at my
morning woody.  He didn't notice that I noticed, maybe he didn't even
realize he was doing these things. I suspected that this might account for
the funk he'd been in recently.  So I gave him a little nudge and the truth
came pouring out.  I'll admit that I was more than a little shocked to
learn that he'd been fantasizing about sucking my cock. I'm sexually
uninhibited, a free spirit and usually up for anything that feels good and
doesn't hurt anybody, but the idea of my son smokin' his old man's pole was
a stretch, at least at first.

Still I didn't want Dev to think that anything he was feeling or
experiencing made him a freak, so I approached it as I'd always done when
Dev had a problem. We looked at the situation logically.  Now I had no
problem with the gay thing, I think gay is every bit as normal and
acceptable as being straight; that applies to everybody, my son included.
With the incest thing I had to go totally clinical.  I laid it out as I saw
it and while trying to convince him that his feeling and fantasies were
cool, I managed to convince myself.  Not that I was ready to whip out the
old schlong and let him chow down, no I still didn't dig the idea of my son
blowing me, but I didn't think it was sick or perverted either.  It just
didn't put any lead in my pencil.

Then I did as I so often do with Dev when he gets into trouble or faces a
big problem, I recounted any similar experience I might have had at more or
less the same age.  That's how I came to tell him about my experiences with
my best childhood buddy, Bruce Miller.  As I told him about our last week
together in Cedar Key I began to emotionally recapture the feelings I'd had
that week. The passion of sharing myself physically with my best friend;
the thrill of knowing that I was fulfilling his innermost fantasy; the
wonder of being with a person whom I loved and who loved me enough so that
giving me total pleasure was pleasure enough for him. Nobody else, before
or since, has been so sexually unselfish with me.  The memories rushed back
as I recounted the experience to Dev. In the back of my mind I longed to
relive that pure experience from my youth.  I finished my story and lay
back with thoughts of Bruce. Dev broke the silence with just a whisper.

"Dad, I'm gay and I want to suck your cock."

I took a deep breath and couldn't stifle a slight chuckle that he'd chosen
Bruce's seduction line. It had worked for Bruce and it was working for Dev,
more or less for the same reasons.  Talking and thinking about the week
with Bruce had made me very horny and hard. The fact that I loved Dev as my
son, as I'd loved Bruce as my brother also made it hard to refuse him.  He
was my son, if he wanted me to be his first I couldn't think of any logical
reason to deny him or myself.  His need met my need, there was no turning
back, so I said,

"Do you want to do it here, or should we go in the bedroom."

I had not, as was usually the custom stripped off my work jeans, so when he
moved across the floor and reached out for me he found my mound rock hard,
held back behind a tightly stretched layer of denim.  He struggled to
unbuckle my belt and unfasten the top button of my 501s.  I was going to
help him out, but decided this was his great adventure and he should have
total control of it.  I just lay back and let him do his thing.

I folded my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, just as the top button
came free and the others popped open in rapid succession.  Dev pulled open
the fly flaps and then hooked his hands in my briefs and with one rank
tugged both my underwear and jeans down to my knees as I raised my ass.  He
then yanked both garments total off and tossed them aside.  I now lay there
wearing nothing but a white tee shirt, a pair of white wool socks and a
totally stiff cock stretched out tight against my stomach.  I was ready!

I didn't have long to wait.  I gasped as I felt him take my balls in his
hands, tentatively at first, but then with more curiosity and confidence.
Then he move up, grasping my thick shaft in his strong fist, sending a
chill through my body.  I was more than ready!  I fought the desire to push
his head down on me. Now that it was happening I was really getting into
it.  As though he sensed my need I felt him pull my cock up and then a
tongue flick out, lashing the head, lapping at the precum that was freely
flowing.  Then he swallowed me.  He didn't so much suck my cock as he made
love to it. He caressed it with his tongue and lips and hands.  He did
things that gave me totally new sensations, as though we'd transcended the
mere physical.  I don't know if it was because I'd not had sex with other
person in months or because he was my son, but I felt as though we'd merged
into one being, that I was some how giving oral pleasure to myself, like
having an out of body experience. Not a word was uttered, but I sensed we
were each undergoing the same thing.

 Long before I wanted it to end I could feel the climax building.  I knew
that I was powerless to stop it.  With a pat on the head I warned him that
it was about to happen. His response was to redouble his efforts.  I
couldn't take it more than a moment longer.  A roar came up from deep in my
chest as the seed that had created him rushed up my shaft flooding his warm
mouth.  I heard and felt him gulp down my offering.  I pulsed a dozen times
and sent bolt after bolt of molten white cum down his hungry throat.  He
didn't miss a drop and he refused to release me until he was certain that
I'd been totally drained.

He fell back exhausted, but in greater need of release than recovery.  He
yanked his shorts down and fisted his steel hard six incher and began
pumping it.  I managed to recover enough energy to sit up next to him.  I
pulled his hand away from himself and then I got up on my feet, reached
down and pulled him up.  He understood what I wanted and he kicked his
shorts aside and followed me as I led him to my room and my bed.  I
finished undressing him and then laid him down on the bed.  I quickly
removed my shirt and socks and climbed on the bed beside him.  I held him
in my arms and made love to him.  Slow and sensual love, I wanted this
moment to be magic for him.  I worked him up to a fever pitch, to a point
were I was beginning to think he'd shoot off without even being touched.  I
pushed him back gently onto the bed and then ran my tongue from his lips
down to his nipples.  After teasing each of them into iron like little nubs
I preceded with my journey southward, dipping my tongue into his navel
along the way.  I'd intended to lap his furry balls, but both his need and
my desire compelled me to take him immediately with no further
preliminaries.  I swallowed him and tried to replicate what he'd done to
me. I don't know if I'd have been able to do as well, but in the event I
wasn't given the opportunity.  I went up and down on his tender young cock
just about three or four times when he let loose with a load that I could
not totally handle.  He began thrashing about wildly and he pulled out of
my mouth sending sprays of hot boy juice shooting all over my face and his
chest and stomach.  I felt cheated so I immediately licked up all I could
find.

We both lay back exhausted, totally drained.  I took Dev in my arms and
held him close. I felt nothing but love for him and could feel the love he
gave me in return.  Slowly we resumed making love and drifted off to sleep
kissing and holding each other.  In the morning I awoke with my hardon
buried deep in Dev's mouth.  He must have been at it for a while, because
no sooner had I opened my eyes and realized what was happening than I was
blasting him full with another massive load from Daddy.

That was 12 days ago.  Nothing as happened between us since.  If it were up
to Dev we'd go at it every night, maybe morning too.  I have serious
reservations however.  There is no question in my mind that what happened
between us is beautiful and special and I want to keep it that way.  Dev
needs to find someone his own age to love and make love to.  I wouldn't
change anything that happened in the past, but I don't think there should
be a future.  Dev disagrees.  Time will tell.