Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2004 20:59:32 -0400
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: His First True Saturday Night

His First True Saturday Night
A. Cheshire Catt (E-mail me: kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com)
April 7, 2004

When the last of the party guests had left, Josh's Dad told him he could go
upstairs and relax with his new toys in his room. He said, "I'll be up to
see you though when I'm done cleaning up." Josh smiled and darted up the
stairs.

He's just turned 13, he's a teenager. He's so cool. Toys? Who needs toys, he
thinks. He's kind of sad because he doesn't really like his friends, he
feels like they're all young kids, he's the oldest. He failed kindergarten
is why, he was lacking social skills, so he's older than everyone around him
and they all think he likes what they like. He's so not into action
figurines and stuff.

His family gave him clothes and stuff. He wished his mother could have
stayed for the whole party but she had to go to work half way through. She
could tell he wasn't enjoying himself and told him not to worry, they'd get
him whatever he wanted when the others had left. So he'd waited and waited
and it seemed like the opportunity had come to get what he wanted. He
wondered if his dad would take him shopping or something.

He looked around his room at the stuff. There was nothing that pleased him,
and it all really actually made him a little sad. When there's no happiness,
sometimes that means there is sadness.

He lay on his bed and started looking through a book about movie monsters
that was relatively cool. A geek-kid gave it to him, his quasi-friend,
Kevin.

"What are you doing buddy?"

"Nothing."

"Was it a good birthday party?"

"I guess."

His dad, with strong forearms crossed at his bulging chest, said, "Well you
should have seen your face when you opened up that model truck set."

"Why?"

"Because you suck at faking gratitude."

Josh laughed a little because his Dad was so cool. His Dad was much younger
than his mother. He had a permanent bronze tan, and his hair was always
styled so well.

"Shove over," his dad said, "let me sit on the bed with you." Josh shuttled
to one side and his dad sat close beside him. "So," he sighed, "you're
thirteen, how does that make you feel?"

"Not really any different, is it supposed to make me feel older or
something?"

"Not really." He snickered. "It's quite the time in a young man's life
though."

Josh blushed, he knew about something happening already but didn't want the
subject to come up.

His voice quivered, and he tried to make a joke or casual remark but it was
obvious he was nervous. "Yah, it's uh, pretty crazy."

"Have you noticed anything starting to change yet?"

"What do you mean Dad?"

His Dad looked at him inquisitively, doubting the innocence of his son.

"Well, I mean, didn't they teach this shit at school a couple of years ago?
Haven't you heard kids talking about anything in the school yard?"

"Nah, that's just it," he cracked. "No one talks about it. It seems like I'm
so different and none of the kids think I'm cool when really it's them that
aren't cool. In gym, when we're changing, I look at them all and they're all
bald but I've got hair down there already and I think that means I'm growing
up now. Doesn't it?"

"Sure does. Calm down though, we can just talk about this if you want. It's
totally natural what's happening. Being the oldest in your class, I suppose,
it's even more natural that it seems it's only happening to you."

Josh got really uncomfortable.

"Dad," he gulped. "Did you ever touch yourself when you were my age?"

He laughed. "Everyone does. What I mean is, I still touch myself."

"Really, you mean it's not something fags do?"

"Nah, all guys do it. Do you get called a fag son?"

"Sometimes, by the older kids."

"Don't listen to them. I mean, if you are a fag, that's cool, no worries,
and if you're not -- well, I mean, don't worry about it. There's nothing to
worry about either way. Basically what it comes down to anyway is people
have sex with who ever they want whenever they want to anyway. Some people
simply feel more comfortable putting labels on what they are. Gay, straight,
lesbian, bisexual: in my opinion, there is only sexual."

"Do you have sex?"

"Of course I do, that's how you were made." He put his hand on Josh's leg.
Josh jumped a little, he was so nervous talking about all this. "I mean,
yes, your mom and I have sex all the time, probably about three times a week
because it helps us calm down and be together. Tonight we'll probably have
sex because, for some reason, sex is really fun on Saturday nights. It's
making me horny just thinking about it." He leaned over and whispered into
his ear, "Plus mom's really good."

"I'm sure you're not too bad yourself," Josh said without thinking about it.

"Oh you think so eh?"

They both sort of laughed together.

There was a silence, at the end of which his father asked, "Have you kissed
anyone yet?"

"No, everyone, I told you, thinks I'm a fag."

"Well, have you kissed any boys yet?"

"No." Josh got almost a little angry.

"Do you know how? Want me to show you?"

"Dad?" Josh started to get a little confused.

His father sat up a bit and looked at his son straight on, he said, "Come
here, I'll show you how to kiss."

"Um, okay."

Their faces were really close. His father said, "The trick is to relax and
really feel my lips with yours. The point is to enjoy it."

Josh watched as his father leaned towards him and gave him a light peck on
the lips.

His father leaned back and said, "Why don't you shut your eyes and relax
while we do it?"

"Sure, I guess."

He did as he was told. His father soon put his hand on his son's lap and
rubbed the small penis until it was stretching in his boxers. Strangely
enough, this made the blood rush to his head and it felt as though his brain
had been engulfed in a strange fever. He felt so hot, pumping and enflamed,
and when his father's lips touched his he quickly understood that it was
alike statically-charged thunderclouds colliding and allowing themselves to
mix and meld together. Josh reached up and touched his father's warm cheek
and held his father's face there. Their lips worked longingly together, and
his father's tongue entered his mouth without any restrictions.

When his father pulled back he gasped, "You're a natural."

Josh was out of breath. "Wow."

"You liked that eh?"

"Thanks Dad." He wiped the saliva off his lips. His father hadn't moved his
hand from Josh's lap and Josh noticed how warm it was there.

"Can I see your penis Dad?" It was a daring question but he had to know the
answer.

"Sure, only if I see yours."

Josh quickly got out of his shorts and revealed his plaid boxers, his cock
bounced inside. His father lowered his own shorts but wasn't wearing
anything underneath. His balls were hairy with a blonde thicket, the shaft
poked up to a proud eight inches but it wasn't fully hard yet. It was uncut
and there were juices coming out that made the whole tip of it look wet.

"What's all that stuff?"

"What's that? Oh, it's called precum."

"Is it like pee?"

"No, no, it's, well, taste it."

"Taste it?"

"Sure, just get down and lick it and see what it tastes like. It's like
candy in my opinion."

Josh gave him a weird look.

His father suddenly asked, "When you touch yourself, do you ever cum, does
white stuff ever come out?"

"No, maybe I'm not doing it right?"

His dad laughed. He tried to remember how he'd learned to jerk off and
remembered it had been his brother that had shown him.

Josh got down on his hands and knees and sniffed the tip of the cock.

His father was wild with delight. All he could see was his son's pale virgin
ass poking out of the waistband of the loose plaid boxers. He wanted to
reach over and touch it. His son licked the shaft and kissed the head. This
made Dad shiver.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh God no, that felt really hot son. Here let me show you."

He laid his son back and pulled his boxers down to reveal the practically
bald crotch with only a few black strands of straight hair starting to poke
out. His son rested his head on his arms and watched while his father licked
all over the pale patch. The little guy's weak stomach muscles flexed and
his father rubbed them. Josh loved the feeling and reveled in the sight of
the dark fingers caressing his naked body. He hadn't really wished for this
moment, it must be understood, but to have this happen to him seemed
awkwardly enjoyable. He resisted the urge to touch himself and let his
father do the touching for him.

His little pecker, only a few inches long, got hard in the heat of his
father's breath and he had a craving to put it in his father's mouth.
"Daddy," he said, "can you kiss mine like I kissed yours?"

He didn't say anything as he put it in his mouth, the whole thing and
started to lick it. Josh squirmed because it sent lightening through his
whole frame and he giggled because it felt so good. His father bounced
around on the cock. He saw his father reach down and grab his own cock, so
much bigger and darker, and start to stroke it. He wondered what he was
doing.

His father lay down beside his son and said, "I'll show you how to
masturbate son."

"Okay," Josh said with a smile. This was the best gift ever.

"Take hold of your penis like this, in a fist." He was instructed and he
obeyed. "Now, gently start stroking it up and down." His father started to
do as he soon did. They both lay there jerking themselves off.

Josh moaned. It felt so good. He put his free hand on his father's body and
started to rub his stronger body as his father had petted his. This got his
father excited. His dad then reached over and started jerking his young cock
in his strong hand, faster and faster, and he felt inside himself a strange
brew churning with curious ferocity. He felt weird, it made him nervous.

"What's wrong," his dad asked.

"I feel like I have to pee or something."

"It's okay, let yourself go. But stroke mine too and we'll cum together."

He did as his father said. The two of them felt a sort of mutual bliss.
Suddenly his father tensed up and a great gushing deluge erupted from his
shaft while he moaned and sighed.

At the sight of such a delightful orgasm Josh felt inside him the motivation
and alas he blew his first load. His eyes rolled back in his head and his
arms went limp, all his energy was focussed on the blasting torrent from his
cock, as shot after shot after shot of cum dazzled his father and landed all
over the both of them.

"Oh Dad, Dad, that felt so cool."

"Yah eh. I know it does. That's what your mother and I do all the time."

There was a strange silence.

His father was thinking about something when Josh finally blurted out, "Can
I watch you guys some time?"

That's what his father had been thinking about.

"Well, let me think about it some more and I'll see what we can do about it.
Until then, don't tell your mother anything."

"Sure Dad, anything you say." Josh rolled over, kissed his Dad's shoulder
and said, "I love you Dad."

"I love you too."

That night when his mother got home from work they had dinner and went to
the living room to watch some movie. His father kept feeding his mother
glass after glass of red wine and let Josh have a glass or two too. His
father had some with his mother. He didn't want Josh to fall asleep because
he was working on a plan.

A little later on his mother started to fall asleep. She was so pretty,
curled up into the muscles of her loving, young husband. Her blonde hair was
tied back and her make up had been all washed away from her shower. She was
in a long hockey jersey and her legs were under a wool blanket, certainly
without any underwear. Dad was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and a
white muscle shirt that made his dark tan seem even darker and revealed a
shadow of his nipples in the dim lighting. Josh was wearing a pair of nurse
scrubs from the hospital where his mother works, and a long-sleeved shirt
he'd gotten for his birthday.

Josh was getting hard while he stared at his Dad and Mom, and he wanted so
much to go join them on the couch. He wanted to be curled up right on his
dad's lap and pet his mom's hair. In a way he wished he was younger so he
could have done this without provoking any sort of dirty or nasty thoughts
in them, but being the age he was the dirty and nasty thoughts were like
fuel in a fire that had already been lit.

His Dad said, "Come on honey, I'll take you to bed."

She moaned that she didn't want to move.

He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and let his hand wander
over her breast and pinched it a bit. She giggled, it was a sort of laugh
that makes horny boys hungry for something more.

She looked up at her husband, letting her head fall right into his lap, and
looking at his gorgeous face from his cock's point of view she said
something somebody really would only say if they were drunk.

"I wish we didn't have to hide it from him," she lazily pointed over to the
other couch where Josh sat motionless, silent, but staring at her. "He's old
enough now, he can take it." She looked over at her son, a proud
thirteen-year-old boy with a cock in his scrubs poking like a steel rod at
her. She said, "Come over here and sit on the couch."

Josh didn't even think twice about it. His Dad told him with his eyes to
come over then as he smiled as if his plan had just worked. His Dad winked
when Josh landed on the far end of the couch, suddenly the television was a
moot point.

"So Josh-baby," his drunk mother said, "have you got girlfriend?"

"Not really," he said.

"A boyfriend?"

He looked at his father, decidedly replying, "Well, no, I guess not."

"Have you ever kissed anybody?"

"Once," Josh smiled, blushed even, "it was really cool."

"Who was it?"

His father blushed.

"Nobody you know."

She smiled and noticed the strange tension in the room. She was rubbing
herself under the blanket and her wet puss dripped on her fingers.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman Josh?"

"No, except in Kyle's Dad's magazines."

"That doesn't count," she said. She pulled away the woolen blanket to
reveal, with her knees up, her cunt, fuzzy and wet underneath, her finger
enticing him to come nearer. He stared with amazement. Like with his father,
he had never thought of this moment, but suddenly, as if drunk (well
technically he was) he didn't care to ask questions or get answers, he just
wanted to explore now.

"I want to lick it Mommy, may I lick you?"

"I'd love you to."

Josh dove in and nuzzled his face into her wreaking, shaved-last-week pussy.
His nose rubbed her clit and she giggled again like she had before. Pulled
up the tail of her shirt and watched her son licking the flesh of he cunt.
"Open it up and lick inside son, that's where the good stuff is."

He did as his mother said, noting innocently, "It's so weird looking."

"Touch it with your fingers, poke them in, don't worry, you won't hurt me."

"Can I stick my penis inside you?"

She looked up at Dad and saw the big grin on his face, without looking away
she said, "You want to fuck Mommy?"

"Yes Mommy, may I fuck you?"

"Can he Daddy, can he fuck me?"

He faked a look of discontent, and held both mother and son in the palm of
his hand. It seemed that he might actually say no. He looked really
uncomfortable with all this. Then he said, "Only if I can too."

Suddenly Josh pulled himself between her legs, following the commands of
natural instinct. Sticking his short pecker inside her, feeling the breaths
of her eroticized moans touching his neck, he quickly took off his shirt and
became quickly naked. She rubbed her fingers all over his young, pale chest
and told him to fuck hard, really hard, that she liked her pussy getting
pounded like that.

He leaned over to get a better angle, placing his face right in her large,
perfumed breasts and started licking the nipples that he'd once fed himself
from, and started to fuck her hard as he could. A sweat broke out along his
spine. She held his head there in her breasts while he nibbled and kissed
and sucked and licked them, his hips thrusting his boyhood into her.

Suddenly she said, "Come on Josh, let me show you what Daddy really likes."

His Dad lowered his pants and sat in the middle of the couch, the two of
them sat on either side, following her instruction, they started to share
the responsibility of licking the long shaft. "Mm, Daddy loves a great blow
job from his family, don't you Daddy?" The mother sat up and kissed her
husband. It seemed as though they'd been fantasizing about this for a while.

His mother told him to keep sucking Daddy's big cock as she stood and shoved
her cunt in Daddy's face to let him lick it and suck it while fingering it
intensely.

Josh licked and sucked the big cock, which seemed bigger now than it had
that afternoon, while his dad reached down and started to stroke it. Josh
started to copy him and stroked his own.

His mother decided to kneel on all fours on the couch and his father got
behind him and Josh's mom told him to get up on the arm of the couch, she
wanted to suck the cum out of him while she got fucked up the ass. His Dad
was fucking her so hard up the ass she could barely suck her son's cock but
she managed to tickle him just enough to get him so excited he grabbed her
head and started to pound his little cock inside her face, making a face of
his own that was rather bothered. Suddenly his Dad started to yell about
cumming and all the commotion of her squeals and moans got Josh so ravished
that he finally blew his load right in Mommy's mouth.

They all collapsed on the couch.

"Happy Birthday Josh-baby," his mother managed before passing out
completely.

"Happy birthday son, hope you like your new toy," his dad said.

"I love it, it's one we can all play with."

His father laughed. "Come here." They hugged and gave each other a little
kiss. They watched some television together until Josh fell asleep.

On the first Sunday of his thirteenth year he woke up in his parents' bed,
his mother about to sober up.