Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:21:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Benjamin Winkler <benwink19@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Can't Believe It

This is a story about a father and his son. All legals apply; if you're
of age, I hope you enjoy it. If you do, email me. benwink19@yahoo.com

John had married young; he was only 25 and his only child was already 5
years old. However, tragedy struck him early, too; his dear wife died in
a car accident, leaving him with his son, who was only 4 at the time.
That was a year ago now but John knew that his son, Andrew, still missed
his mother terribly. All in all, though, Andrew was taking it pretty
well.
Every night, John gave his son a bath before bedtime. One night, however,
this ritual would be the beginning step in what would make their
relationship a lot closer for both of them.
John had never thought anything of seeing his young son naked in the bath
tub before and he knew Andrew was not embarrassed to be naked in front of
him. Therefore, he went to and from the bathroom at liesure while his son
was playing in the tub. This night, though, he walked in on his son
playing with something he didn't normally play with, his little penis.
When Andrew noticed his father watching him, he didn't act ashamed at
being caught. Instead, he looked up at his father with his innocent eyes
and simply asked, "Daddy, why does this tickle me so much?" He held on to
his little penis, which by now was stiff in his little hands, as he
spoke, completely unashamed of what he was doing.
"Well, that's a really special part of your body, Andy, and when you rub
it, it tickles." John knew the time would come for this but he hadn't
counted on it being so soon.
"I know it tickles by why does it tickle?" Andrew acted totally put out
by his father's answer.
"To tell you the truth, son, I'm not really sure. Feels good though,
don't it?"
"Yep, it sure does. I like it. You don't care if I do this, do you?" Andy
looked at his father with his puppy dog eyes.
"Of course not, son, just remember to do it in private."
"What's private?"
"Well, that means you should do it alone. You shouldn't do it in front of
your friends or anywhere where there's lots of people around."
"Why not?"
"Like I said, that's a special part of your body and you shouldn't show
it to anyone. The only place it's okay to show it to others is when your
changing at the swimming pool, okay?"
"But what about right now? You can see it."
"Well, that's different. I'm your father so it's okay but other than me,
you don't show it to anyone. Do you understand?"
"Okay, daddy, I won't. So I can't tickle it anymore, since you're here
watching me?"
"I guess that's okay too, if you don't mind. If you'd rather be alone,
I'll leave."
"No, it's okay. I mean, you're a boy, too, right? I bet your wiener is
really big, huh?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right but I'm a grown man and you're just a boy.
You'll grow up and then your wiener will be big, too."
"Can I see your wiener, daddy? Please?! I don't care if you see mine so
you shouldn't care if I see yours."
"Well, all right, but this is only between me and you. You can't tell
anyone else about this, okay? Not your friends or anyone. You
understand?"
"Why not, Daddy?"
"Well, because this is private. You wouldn't want me to tell all your
friends that you play with your weiner, would you? Besides, it's a good
chance to have some daddy-son time alone. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Okay, so can I see your weiner now?"
"All right. Just so as long as you promise not to tell."
Andrew nodded as he watched his father with anxious eyes. John stood up
(he had been sitting on the toilet with the lid down) and undid his
pants. He was a little nervous as he reached into his boxers and pulled
his penis out of them but the excitement in his son's expression crushed
that anxiety in a hurry.
"Wow, Daddy, that's really big. Can I squeeze it? Please? You can squeeze
mine...." Andrew was eager to feel something other than his own tiny
little penis.
"I suppose a little squeeze won't hurt but don't grab on too tight, I
don't want you to hurt me. You're pretty tough, you know?"
"Okay, I won't Daddy." Andrew reached out and gave his father a gentle
squeeze, so gentle John barely felt it. He quickly drew his hand away
again.
"Harder than that, silly boy. More like this." To demonstrate to his son,
he reached over and gave his son's penis a gentle squeeze with his right
hand. "Now, your turn."
Andrew did what he was told and held on to it a little longer this time.
"Wow, Daddy, it's so stiff and warm. Why does it do that?"
"I guess you're going to find out sooner or later. It does that to help
make babies. That's kind of how you got here."
"I got here because your wiener got stiff?" Andrew was a little puzzled
by that and his faced showed it.
"Sort of. You see, before mommy died, me and her hugged each other really
close and then I put my wiener in a special part of mommy. Then, after
nine months, you came along."
"So can I have babies right now?"
"No, sorry, son, but you're a little too young right now."
"No, I'm not, my wiener gets stiff. See, it's stiff right now." Andrew
was on the defensive.
"I know but special stuff has to come out and the only thing that comes
out of your weiner right now is pee. Pee doesn't make babies."
"OH." Andrew sighed in disappointment.
"But hey, I think I know of way to make you feel better. How about I
tickle your wiener for you? Would you like that?"
Andrew looked down at his penis, which had deflated now, and then back to
his father with a look of excitement.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I would, I would! Maybe you could get in to the tub with
me and that way you'd be comfortable."
"Or maybe it's time for you to get out and I'll do it on your bed."
"All right, but you have to carry me."
"But you're five years old! You can walk."
"Fine, I'll just tickle myself, then."
"But I thought you wanted me to do it."
"Then you have to carry me." Andrew spoke with a confident smile.
"All right, all right, but at least get dried off first."
"I want you to do it, Daddy. Please?! Andrew looked at his father with
his adorable smile that allowed him to get whatever he wanted. John
couldn't refuse him and he knew it.
John just smiled at his cute naked son as he took a towel and dried off
every part of it. Andrew began to giggle when his father tried to dry his
genitals and then promptly bent over so his bottom could be thoroughly
dried as well. John couldn't help noticing how cute it was naked like
that.
"All right, now to bed with you." As he spoke he picked up his naked son
and swung him around to his back for a piggy back ride. He could feel
Andrew's tiny stiff penis rubbing against his back and his own organ
expanded as a result.
John plopped his young son on to his bed and had to admire his body for a
moment before he realized what was happening. His five year old son was
naked on his bed and now he wanted him, his father, to tickle him in the
most sensitive part of his body. What a lucky day for him!
He sat on the edge of his son's bed and reached over to his son's crotch.
He gently took the little penis in to his hand and began to rub it. It
instantly stiffened and Andrew began to giggle almost uncontrollably.
"That feels good, Daddy, don't stop."
Daddy didn't stop; now that he had his son's permission, he kept right on
going until Andrew begged him to stop because "the ticklies is getting
too much for my wiener".
"You think that tickles, I know of something that tickles a lot more."
"What?! What is it, Daddy?"
"Well, just let your wiener rest for a minute and I'll show you if you
want."
"But Daddy, how do you know about it?"
"From my friends when I was a little older than you."
"So why can't I do stuff with my friends? You did."
"Maybe when you're older. Right now, you're my little boy so don't do
anything until I say you can, okay?"
"Oh, all right. I won't."
"That's a good boy. So, you ready for my trick?"
"I guess so, my wiener isn't stiff anymore." He said as he looked down at
his crotch.
"All right, then close your eyes. I promise you, it won't hurt. Just
trust me."
"I trust you, Daddy." Andrew obediently closed his eyes.
John hesitated for a moment; this was his son, after all, not some friend
of his from fourth grade. Then he looked down at Andrew's sweet little
face with his eyes closed and his body naked laying on the bed. It wasn't
wrong if he wasn't forcing it, right? Oh well, no one would find out and
a little fun never hurt anyone.
He leaned over and quickly slipped not only his son's penis but his
scrotum into his mouth. He noticed Andrew give a sigh and then begin to
giggle, his eyes wide open. He began to pet his father's head and giggle
louder in approval. It wasn't long though until the tickles made it too
much for him and he pushed his dad's head away from his crotch.
"Wow, Daddy, that really did tickle lots. Can I do it to you, now?
Please?!
"I guess you could try but my wiener is a lot bigger than yours so don't
feel bad if you can't do it very well." John still had his pants undone
so he pulled his penis out and sat up on his knees. Andrew took it from
there but his mouth was too small so he gave up.
"That's okay, when you do it with boys your age you'll be better at it
since their's won't be so big."
That lifted the frown from Andrew's face.
"Can we do this again tomorrow night? It feels really good...."
"If you want to, I'd be happy to. But I won't force you into this. If you
ever want to stop, just say so. Okay?"
"Oh, Daddy, I never want to stop. It feels so good but the ticklies make
me feel like I have to go pee."
"Do you really have to go pee?"
"I think so but I'm not sure. I don't want to go all the way back to the
bathroom if I don't have to."
"Well, I have an idea. Put your weiner back in my mouth. If you have to
go pee, just do it. That way, you won't make a mess."
"Are you sure, Daddy? That sounds kind of yucky..."
"But you're my son and I love you. I don't want you to have to go all the
way down to the hall if you really don't have to. Besides, I used to
do that with my friends too and it never hurt me then. It's just pee.
What do you say?"
"All right, it would save me a trip to the bathroom but it still sounds a
little yucky to me." Andrew put his penis back in to his father's mouth
and before he knew it, he really did have to go pee. He nervously let
loose and when he did a small stream flowed in his father's mouth and he
was surprised when John swallowed it all.
 "Wow, Daddy, why you doing that? I thought my pee would be yucky."
Andrew was confused when he saw his father licking his lips as he
withdrew his little penis from his mouth.
"I told you, it's not that bad. In fact, your pee tastes better than a
lot of my friends' did. I wouldn't mind tasting more if you ever want to
do this again."
"Is it safe? You won't die, will you? Please say you won't die...."
Andrew grew concerned.
"I told you, I'll be fine. A little pee never hurt anybody, especially
coming from a sweet boy like you. Now, you better get dressed and ready
for bed. We can do this again tomorrow if you want but it's past your
bedtime."
"All right, all right. Goodnite, Daddy, and thanks for tickling my
wiener."
"You're welcome, son, now good nite."
Andrew was dressing in to his pajamas as John smiled and left his room.
A thunderstorm rolled in during the night and drove Andrew to John's bed.
"Daddy, I'm scared. Can you tickle my wiener and make me feel better?
Please?!"
"If it will help you calm down so you can sleep, I will."
"It will, Daddy, it will. Go ahead. You can tickle me with your mouth,
too, if you want. I like that the bestest."
"All right, well come on up here and lay next to me. You look like you're
a little could and we can't have that."
Andrew, who had been standing at the door way, quickly obeyed his father
and snuggled up to his side.
After a moment, John repositioned his little son so that he could put his
face in Andrew's crotch. He looked up to Andrew's face to make sure it
was okay and when Andrew nodded, he reached in to his little pajama
bottoms and white briefs to fetch out the delicate little penis he knew
was waiting for him. Naturally, the dainty little scrotum popped out too
and John lovingly stroked them both before sliding Andrew's genitals into
his mouth.
Andrew's instant giggling was a sign of his enjoyment but soon enough, he
again pushed his daddy's head back from his crotch because it tickled him
too much.
Withing moments of that, he snuggled up to his father and fell asleep.
"Daddy, I want to give you a foot massage. Can I?" It was the next
morning now.
"Sure, son, but what for?"
"Because you tickled my wiener for me last night. It felt really good and
I slept a lot better after you did."
"Okay, I'm sure you give good foot massages but maybe I should shower
first. They kind of stink."
"Oh, I don't mind, Daddy, if you can drink my pee, I can massage your
stinky feet."
"Well, fair enough, I suppose. All right, go ahead." John sat down on the
couch and removed his socks.
Andrew got a mischievous grin on his face as he sat cross-legged in front
of his father's outstretched feet.
"I know something better than massaging your feet, Daddy, I'm going to
tickle them." Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward and began
to lick all over his father's feet, making him squeal like a little girl.
He also sucked on his father's toes until John had to pull his feet away
in mock anger.
"Hey, you little sneak, what'd you do that for? For that, I think you
should have to drink my pee, now."
"I was just teasing Daddy but if you say it's safe, I guess I wouldn't
mind doing that for you since you're such a good daddy to me. I don't
have to swallow, though, do I?"
"I won't make you but I think you'll find it's not as bad as it sounds.
Come on into the bathroom, I have to go right now."
"If you're going to pee in my mouth, why do we have to go to the
bathroom?"
"Good point. Okay, then, come over here, kneel down in front of me, and
open your mouth as wide as you can." John spoke as he undid his pants and
took his organ out of them. When he saw the nervous look on Andrew's
face, he commented.
"Don't worry, it's not poison and you can spit it out if you want but you
owe me for tickling my feet. Just wrap your mouth around this part like
you did when you tried to tickle it for me." As he spoke, he indicated
the head of his erection to clarify it for his young son.
Andrew was nervous but he trusted his father and did as he was told. John
had quite a stream of pee, though, and it was hard for him to swallow
fast enough.
"Wow, Daddy, you're right. That almost tasted a little sweet. I almost
didn't go fast enough but I did good, didn't I Daddy? Didn't I?" Andrew
was excited with his progress.
"Yep, you sure did. You can do that anytime you want and I'll even let
you tickle my feet, too, just for the fun of it. But, I think if I'm
going to tickle your wiener, you should have to tickle mine too. But your
mouth is too little so how about you just rub it with both hands?"
"Okay, sounds good to me, Daddy. So, we're going to this stuff lots
right, Daddy?"
"Absolutely. Some day I may help you do other stuff too but we can do
this until you're older."
"I'd love to, Daddy. I love you, Daddy."
And they did do that lots and when Andrew was older, his Daddy did
introduce him to more exciting things they could do with each other as
well as allowed him to have fun with other boys his age, too. They bonded
very close as father and son just from that one night a five year old boy
was in the bath tub with his father close by.

The End

(Hope you liked it....)