Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 19:15:57 -0800
From: tague michaels <tagmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son pt. III

London and I went to bed to actually sleep, the two of us cuddled up
against each other. After that night, after that discussion, things seemed
to move fairly quickly. Of course in retrospect I guess they had already
moved fairly quickly.

We got up late the next morning, or I should say, London slept late which
was somewhat unusual. I was up, moving, drinking coffee and reading the
morning newspaper (which I'd thoughtfully ordered before moving) by
6:30. London finally got up about 8:40. My cell phone had gone off shortly
before that, the appliance company calling to let me know that they'd be
there at 9 sharp to deliver and set up my new entertainment system.

I heard London as he padded from the bedroom to the bathroom and looked up
in time to see his delicious, pale little butt before he closed the
bathroom door. Like his father, my son was a "morning" person so it was a
good five minutes before I heard the toilet flush just before he exited the
room, thoughtfully turning on the fan before pulling the door almost
closed.

He came in the living room and immediately climbed in my lap, kissed me
full on the lips then cuddled up against me with his head on my
shoulder. He let out a huge yawn then said,

"What are we going to do today dad?" I explained the situation and he
raised his head and looked me in the eyes, then looked down at our naked
bodies. "I guess we should get dressed then huh?" I nodded my head.

"Yes son, I'm guessing that would be a good idea." I responded then kissed
the top of his head and by mutual but wordless agreement we moved. Quickly
showered, dressed and back in the living room 12 minutes later London asked
what we were going to do for breakfast. We'd brought the food from our
other place but that hadn't included milk. I'd taken the opportunity to
toss out many perishables as well as other things that my wife had stocked
that neither London nor I cared for. Grocery shopping loomed on our to-do
list for the day.

So, as soon as the guys showed up I pointed out where I wanted the stuff to
go and told them we were going to Mickey D's to get some breakfast. It was
only a few blocks away so 10 minutes later we were back at the house and
sitting at the dining room table eating our fare while the guys put the
electronics in the entertainment center. After we finished eating London
and I set the computer up on one end of the dining room table, a situation
that I'd considered temporary from the very beginning. An hour after they'd
arrived, the delivery guys left after giving us instructions on how to use
our new entertainment system. I still needed to contact somebody if I
wanted to get internet and more than two TV channels so I asked the guys
and they gave me the name and number of a local company that could provide
both for me.

The rest of the day was spent shopping. We started at the supermarket after
deciding some of what we wanted and needed. I had been thinking of getting
London a new bike since the last one had been stolen some months before and
decided to go into the city in hopes of getting a better price on a larger
selection. I didn't tell London what we were up to so it was a total
surprise. I elected to purchase a bike for myself as well as a roof mounted
bike rack, suitable for two bikes, along with cable locks for each of
them. The rack also substituted as a bike stand that would spend most of
its life sitting on the covered front porch holding the bikes when they
weren't in use.

After that we shopped for some new clothes. It wasn't that he necessarily
needed a lot of things except new underwear but my wife had always gone the
cheap route despite the fact that I was in the haberdashery
business. Although my son was a pretty normal boy I'd elected to get him
something other than what she'd gotten at cheap-mart so we went to
Armstrong's, an upscale store that handled things from Hilfiger, Gap etc. I
elected to not shop where I was still on a leave of absence from.

When it came to underwear I had hoped that London would elect to get at
least a few things that were more revealing than boxers like so many boys
were wearing. To that end I picked out some new underwear as well,
eliciting his opinion in my choices. I wasn't a thong kind of guy by any
means but did find some bikini briefs and picked a 3 pack with solid
colors. I showed them to London who in turn showed some interest and asked
if he could try some on. I explained that if he tried them on we'd have to
buy them so he picked out a package that had a one of a solid color and two
colored with stripes. We took them into a large dressing room and tried
them. I loved looking at my son's body and I knew well that he liked
looking at mine although it wasn't enough for either of us to cop a bone.

"They fit kinda snug dad but I like em and how they look," he said after
pulling on a pair of white with thin dark blue stripes. He turned in front
of the mirror, checking himself out. "The sure make my butt firm, huh?" I
nodded my head then whispered to him that it was because he had a nice butt
to begin with, which caused him to smile.

I'd put on a pair of solid maroon brief's and London checked me over
thoroughly which included running his hand over my butt and cupping his
hand on the front bulge, the warmth of his hand causing a slight stir. He
decided that he liked the briefs but wanted to get some boxers too. An hour
later we walked out of the shop and headed home where London and I got the
bikes and rack off of the car. Of course London wanted to ride his bike so
after stowing his new clothes away I gave him some parameter's and off he
went. I called the number for internet service, found out that they were
only six blocks away so left a note where London would find it should he
get back home before I did.  As it turned out I got back home a half hour
later and my son was practically right behind me.

We were both hungry so I threw together some sandwiches and chips and we
sat on the back porch while we ate lunch. Ours was a nice back yard, fully
fenced and a nicely trimmed lawn. A one car detached garage was at the back
corner of the property and a fence ran from one corner of it, to a corner
of the house. Entrance to the back yard could be through a gate alongside
the driveway or through a storage area in the garage then out into the back
yard.

"Do you think we could get a dog, or maybe a cat dad?" London asked again
and again I explained that was possible but I'd have to ask the landlord
first. Then he asked if we could get a barbeque since we had a yard and
porch, unlike the condo we'd moved from. That we could do and when I
informed him of that, it prompted another shopping trip that resulted in a
small gas grill. That required another stop by the local supermarket for
hamburger and buns after the small local hardware store provided us with
propane and a small home tool kit to put the grill together.

After I fired the grill up to make sure it worked then my son and went for
a bike ride together. We crisscrossed the streets adjacent to us in
methodical manner in order to gain a good idea of the layout of the land
and eventually came to the main thoroughfare of our community. We rode the
length of it, maybe three miles, and then did the same crisscross pattern
on the other side of Main Street, eventually coming to where London would
be going to school. From there we headed straight home in order for my son
to have a set route in mind.

The bike ride worked up an appetite so when we finally arrived home a few
hours later we were both hungry. I fired up the grill, threw some frozen
fries in the oven and twenty minutes later we were scarfing down the first
burgers that I'd made in a couple of years. After the kitchen clean up we
plopped down on the sofa, a little bored. The cable wouldn't be hooked up
until the next day, same with the computer.

I got out a deck of cards with a game of solitaire in mind but that would
leave London with nothing to do. I thought about teaching him rummy but he
asked if I could teach him poker. I shrugged my shoulders, shuffled the
cards and dealt them out for a simple game of 5 card stud, no wild cards. I
didn't think there was any reason to confuse him more than necessary. I
looked around for something we could use to bet with that would be easy to
use but the fact was that there wasn't anything. London suggested that we
play strip poker. When I asked if he'd ever played he said no but that he'd
had a friend at school tell him about it.

"Do you understand the basic principles London?" I asked him. He nodded his
head and smiled.

"Yup, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing until someone is
naked," he said, "and the winner gets to decide which piece of clothing the
loser has to take off and he gets to take it off," he added with a smile. I
nodded my head in agreement then dealt out a half dozen practice hands to
give my son the idea of how the game is played.

I won the first two hands and started with London's shoes. London won the
next one and elected to take my jeans off, gently unbuttoning, unzipping,
and then pulling them down to my ankles. "I guess you'll have to wait till
your shoes come off before you can take your jeans off," London
explained. I nodded my head in agreement. Throughout the next few hands
London kept sneaking glances at my crotch and since I was still wearing the
bikini briefs it was a full crotch indeed.

I won the 4th hand and elected to take his shirt off so London stood
patiently while I, on my knees, lifted his t-shirt up over his head. London
won the next two hand so my shirt came off, my son slowly undoing each
button then sliding his hand inside and up across the front of my shoulders
to get it to slide off. Before sitting down my son reached to the front of
his jeans and appeared to do some readjusting leading me to believe that
he'd already gotten hard. I won the next hand and went for London's jeans,
the boy standing in front of me. I took my time unsnapping then unzipping
the pants and took just as much time getting them down over his bubble butt
and down to his ankles. London was also wearing his bikini style briefs and
it was clearly evident that he had a boner.

I got tired of trying to move around with my jeans on so London allowed me
to kick my shoes off, take the jeans off then put my shoes back on,
although unlaced. He won the next hand and of course my underwear came
off. He told me to lie on my back, which I did, the started at the back and
slowly tugged the red cloth garment down with a little lifting on my
part. When he freed up my cock and balls, he all but stared at my groin
while pulling the underwear down over my shoes.

London won the next three hands leaving me with one sock one while he still
had both socks and his underwear. He had continued to push at his groin a
few times using the palm of his hand. I won the next hand and of course I
wanted his underwear off. Standing in front of me while I was on my knees,
I took my time getting the tight fitting garment down over his delicious
butt before working at the front. London was breathing rapidly as I pulled
the waistband away from his taut belly then down over his raging young
cock.

I loved looking at my son when he was in a full state of arousal, his cock
standing hard and proud in front of his flat smooth tummy. I took my time
sliding the garment to his ankles, admiring the creases at his pubic bone,
angling down to culminate in all that made him a boy. As close as I was I
could see the tiny, mitochondria like hairs that were beginning of his
pubertal years.

"I like it when you undress me dad," London said and a slightly deeper
voice, "It feels kinda sexy." I told him that I understood completely. I
felt my cock start its rise to glory as we played the next hand and I got
to all but stare at my son's body, anticipating what we were going to do
once we were both naked. I won the next hand and took off a sock, London
won the next one and I was fully naked while he had a sock on.

"I'll just take my other sock off dad. Should we keep playing?" I told him
if he wanted to we could. He shook his head and said, "I just wanna play
sexy." With that he came over and pushed me onto my back then gently laid
on top of me, careful to avoid whacking me in the balls as he settled in,
aligning our hard cocks as he did so. I put my hands on his butt to help
keep him in place as he lowered his head and kissed me full on the lips. As
I rubbed and kneaded his tender flesh, London gently undulated his hips
against me.

After breaking the kiss I held onto him and rolled him to his side then
onto his back so that I was looking down into his beautiful blue eyes. My
hand moved down to take hold of his rigid penis and gently stroke him,
eliciting a sigh, before I lowered my head to his and repeated the
kiss. London's arms went around my neck and he kissed me back with vigor,
pushing his tongue into my mouth. We continued to kiss, our tongues
battling in and out of our mouths and I continued to fondle him, my hand
going lower to cup and pull on his tender little nuts. God I wished he
could make sperm. I was so dying to taste my son's nectar, to lap the gooey
precum and sperm that he would soon be producing.

London broke the kiss then moved away from me, slid down lower and took
hold of my fully hardened cock while I rolled onto my back. He stroked me a
few times then put his head down and licked all over the head. "I like
tasting the sticky stuff that comes out dad," he told me then took my cock
head into his mouth and began to suck me.

I groaned out loud, felt my body break out in goose bumps as my son moved
his mouth up and down and his tongue explored that satiny flesh that was my
cock head. He started out slowly stroking me as he suckled, moved his hand
lower to fondle my heavy balls, then moved it back up to stroke me
again. Looking down on him made my heart swell with pride and my belly
tingle with excitement.

London couldn't maintain sucking me for very long because his mouth started
to get tired so when he stopped he slid back up and half laid on me then
kissed me again, long and hard. I reached between us and managed to get my
fingers around his stiff cock and fondle him a little bit before we broke
the kiss. I wanted to suck on London's cock so slid out from under him then
half way sat up and leaned back against the front of the sofa.

"Come up here son," I said and following my directions he straddled my
stomach which brought his cock close to my mouth. I put a hand on his
slender little butt and pulled him toward me, using the fingers of the
other hand to pull his boner down and guide it into my mouth. Once it was
there I put the other hand on his butt and gently pulled then
pushed. London got the idea immediately and began to fuck his cocklet into
my greedy mouth. Once he picked up a steady little rhythm I began kneading
his butt cheeks, pulling them open and closed in the process and above me
London moaned. Since he hadn't showered for at least eight hours his boy
fragrance had come back and I reveled in the sweet musky odor of a growing
boy.

At one point I took my mouth off of his dick then licked and sucked on his
balls. London continued to move his hips so that his cock sort of rubbed
against my cheek but he put a hand down there and pushed his cock into my
face so there was a bit more pressure for him. I wondered briefly what it
was going to be like when he fucked me, and I knew I wanted that to happen,
to have his stiff little cock inside my ass. I could hardly wait to hear
him moan with pleasure at the feelings of having my sphincter muscle
gripping his hot hard cock.

I went back to sucking London's dick and kneading his butt and soon found
myself pulling his cheeks open and slipping a finger inside to rub against
the puckered muscle of his hole. London moaned for a moment then said,

"Will you lick me there dad, will you lick on my butt hole?" Damn straight
I would but like I said, it had been eight or more hours since he'd
showered. I took my mouth from his cock and, using my hands, directed him
to sit gently on my belly.

"Have you pooped since you showered?" London shook his head. "Well turn
around and let me smell, okay." I knew he'd washed thoroughly in there
because I'd taught him too and I was there when he'd done it that
morning. I stayed in the position I was in as my son turned around and
straddled me on his hands and knees then backed up until his feet were
against the sofa then pushed his ass backwards toward my face. The sight of
his pink wrinkled hole almost made me gasp. The sight of his little nuts
hanging like un-ripened apples made my dick throb. I inhaled deeply,
picking up a slightly stronger odor than I had when I licked his balls, but
it wasn't enough for me to need to wash it again. I leaned my head forward,
slid down slightly and stuck my tongue out for a quick taste and then dove
in.

I licked, I slurped, I washed, and I worked and poking the tip of my tongue
in the center of his hole. London responded my moaning loudly and pushing
his ass farther back. I pulled his cheeks open as far as his body would
allow while I worked him over and I heard my son utter his first, "Oh
God". So intense were the feelings for him that London's head fell onto my
leg and his fingers gripped lightly onto my calf muscles. Had I been lying
prone I have no doubt that he would have sucked on my cock with a
vengeance.

My tongue licked downward along his perineum to the underside of his nuts,
the new feelings causing yet another "Oh God" or "Oh gosh," I wasn't
sure. I moved the small orbs around with my tongue a little then licked my
way back up to his asshole where I licked around a little more. My neck was
starting to get a little sore so using my hands I directed London to moved
from above me. He rolled over onto his back, his legs spread and both hands
working on his cock as well as his balls. He was breathing heavily and
looked at me through eyes that were half closed in lust. God I wanted to
fuck him.

"Wow dad that felt way awesome. I never knew my butt could feel so good."

"I'm very glad you liked it son. Would you like to try something a little
different?" He asked if I was going to fuck him and I told him I was but
not with my cock; I would use a finger. London nodded his head and said
okay. I stood up, reached down for his hand then pulled him to his feet and
led him to my bedroom. He climbed on my bed while I snagged a bottle of
lube from my nightstand and immediately poured some in my left hand then
slathered the middle finger of my right hand with the gooey stuff.

I had London lay crossways at the edge of the bed the pull his legs back,
exposing freshly rimmed little butt hole and when I stepped up close to the
bed had him place his feet flat on my thighs so that when I moved even up
against the bed it forced his legs back a little further. I put my hand
down to his puckered hole and slipped the finger up inside of him, then
slowly began to finger fuck him while my slippery left hand wrapped around
his stiff little cock and began to jack him off.

"Ooohh gosh dad that feels good," my son moaned as I worked both hands in
tandem. I shoved my finger inside of him until my knuckles were pressed
hard against his butt, my other fist gripping tightly as it slipped up over
his sensitive swollen cock head. I found his little prostate and massaged
it with my finger tip causing the cute young boy to moan even louder. My
hard cock rested between London's inner thigh and my right hand and I found
myself gently moving my hips to and fro so that the head practically rubbed
against his wrinkled nut sac.

I was amazed, after a good three minutes of stimulation, that London hadn't
cum yet despite the fact that his breathing had gotten more rapid. I pulled
my hand back farther and slipped a second finger inside of him, stretching
his hole even wider. After about a minute of fucking his tight little ass
with two fingers he told me to stop, so I did.

"Can you put your cock in my butt dad?" he panted. I was pretty much
shocked that London even considered that. Yes, I was all but dying to fuck
my son but it wasn't something I was pushing for. I wanted him to arrive at
that logical conclusion on his own, and now he was. It was just a lot
sooner than I had expected.

"Are you sure baby boy?" He nodded his head, looking at me through eyes
that were practically closed in lust. I knew that look, had seen it before
on a boy. and knew it for what it was and also knew that fucking him would
require him to be about as hot for it as he could possibly be and right
then, he was.

The lube was sitting on the bed next to him so I took my hand from his
cock, popped the top of the bottle with my thumb and poured some of the
stuff along the top part of my cock. I closed it, quickly grasped onto my
dick and slathered the head and half the shaft all the while keeping my
fingers moving inside my son's ass. I moved in closer, my cock poking the
back of my hand, and after focusing on London's prostate for another ten
seconds I pulled my fingers out and shoved my cock head in.

"Ooww," London cried out as his body tensed, his back arched up off the bed
momentarily, and his hands gripped the bedspread. I stopped all movement
while my eyes moved from his face to where my cock penetrated my son's
body.

"Relax baby and breathe," I crooned to him. London did as I told him to,
working to relax his muscles. As he did, I moved his feet from where they
rested on my thighs and placed them on my chest then gently rubbed the tops
and sides of his thighs. His cock had all but wilted at the attack on his
most secret place so I reached between his legs and began fondling it using
the fingers that I'd lubed my own cock with. It took a good two minutes
before he told me to go ahead and put it all the way in.

I watched, mesmerized, as my son's asshole gobbled up every one of the
eight hard inches of my thick cock until my pubic hair touched his
butt. The tightness on my dick was fantastic, the feeling along with the
knowledge that I was finally inside London's virgin ass almost overwhelmed
me.

"Gosh I can't believe how it feels dad," he whispered, "Your dick is so
big. It feels like my butt hole is stretched out a mile." My son's cock was
finally beginning to respond to my manipulation so I asked him if he was
ready for me to fuck him. He nodded his head and said,

"Yes dad." I started the process, slowly coming out of my son's ass about
half way before going back inside, also slowly. I watched my cock slide in
and out of him and I watched his smooth soft face. London's eyes were
closed but it was clear by the expressions that crossed his face that he
was experiencing pleasure and not pain. I began to pick up speed and at the
same time began pulling my cock almost all the way out of his compact
little body before going back in and bottoming out. I continued to
manipulate my son's cock into full on hardness, the firmness of him
allowing me to begin to actually jack him off.

It didn't take long before London's breathing picked up and gentle mewing
sounds could be heard. I began to move a little faster, pushing back into
the tight confines of my adorable son's ass. I could feel my balls start to
mash up against his butt as I pushed into him, farther and harder. I leaned
my upper body forward some to spread his legs more open and the sounds from
him turned into occasional moans.

I could feel the tension building in my belly and in my balls. I could see
and hear the tension building in my boy as well, the moans sometimes
becoming gasps accompanied by the tightening in his facial muscles and
sharper inhalations of breath. He put a hand down between his legs to feel
where my thick cock was sliding in and out of him so I slowed way down so
his fingers could explore, to feel the length of my cock as it moved in and
out of his body. London finally took his hand away and rubbed gently on my
belly and up to my chest as I picked up where I left off, moving my hips in
one direction or another to go into him from a different angle to produce
different feelings.

I began plunging into London causing him to grunt as I alternately emptied
and then filled his bowels. We both began breathing more heavily and I knew
that an orgasm was not far away for either of us. As I felt the tension
mount I focused on the sensitive head of my son's cock, gripping my fingers
tighter and moving back and forth over the helmet like ridge.

"I'm going to cum soon son," I all but whispered and London nodded his head
and said he thought that he was too. London was still too young and too new
to cumming so didn't recognize the signals that his body gave off. Before I
knew it he all but screamed out, his high pitched voice sounding more like
a girl than a boy and the contractions of his asshole on my cock took me
over the edge as well.

I came with a vengeance, my body injecting jet after jet of sperm deep into
my son's bowels. I saw stars as I pummeled him, ramming my cock into him
and slamming my hips against his ass while I kept on jacking him
off. London continued to pant and moan.

As with all orgasms it came to an end much quicker than I would have liked
and I slowed down, both on London's cock as well as in his ass. My hand
slipped from his dick down to his balls where I gently squeezed and pulled
on the small eggs. I finally stopped all together, my hips up against his
butt, and just stood there rubbing his legs while both of us panted in the
aftermath of cumming.

London opened his eyes and smiled at me then took my hands and gently
pulled. I lowered his legs then leaned forward while he rose up and our
lips met about half way and melted together in a kiss. When we broke it off
London asked if I could move so that he could sit on my lap and of course I
told him I could. I had him wrap his legs around my waist as good as he
could, lowered my upper body so that he could put his arms around my neck,
then started to rise up, my hands supporting his back as I did it. Once I
got him upright I turned and sat on the bed with my son implanted firmly on
my lap.

London then kissed me with a lot more energy and enthusiasm, his arms going
from around my neck to hold the sides of my head. He finally broke it off,
put his arms back around my neck and rested his pretty little head on my
shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly for a moment
then proceeded to rub his back. London heaved a large sigh and then relaxed
against me. I waited for a moment before I spoke.

"How are you feeling son?" I whispered into his ear. He hugged me a little
tighter and responded,

"Great dad, I feel really great," the snuggled his head into the crook of
my neck a little bit. We stayed like that for about three minutes before
London sat up. He leaned back a little bit, rested his hands loosely on my
shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"You're still hard aren't you dad?" I nodded my head. "Me too," he said
with a half smile. "That was really awesome dad. It hurt when you first put
your cock in me but when the pain went away it started to feel good, then
really good, then great. I think I like being fucked." I paused for a
second then said,

"Well I like fucking you London, you're the best." My son beamed with pride
then kissed me again.

"Do you think that I can fuck you sometime dad?" I smiled and nodded again,

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't fuck me son?" As a response London
wiggled his little butt on my lap as if to remind me where I was at.

"Since we're both still hard can you fuck me again dad?" I nodded my head.

"Maybe you'd like to try something different. How about if I lay back and
you can control things?" That seemed to appeal to the boy so with him still
on my lap I maneuvered around a bit so that I could lay completely prone on
the bed. That being done, London back and down between my legs to once
again feel where our bodies were connected.

"Gosh that feels weird dad," he said as his fingers explored the stretched
rim of his asshole then down further to feel on my balls. While he did that
I reached out and stroked on his ramrod hard cock. His balls were mashed
against my pubic bone so I couldn't do much with them but simply admire
them. London then put his hands on my thighs and began to rise up using his
knees, not going far before sinking back down. I reached out with both
hands, placing them on his butt cheeks and pulling them open.

My son kept that up for a minute then began moving his hips forward and
back, undulating them against my body and creating a slightly different
feeling for both of us. After a short bit he moved his hands to my chest
and leaned forward a little and fucked me that way, all the while his
facial expression reflecting the feelings of sexiness, of lust, that were
going through his eleven year old body. He eventually tired of doing all of
the work even though I was making small thrusting movements with my hips to
help share the work with him.

"My legs are getting tired dad," he finally said and stopped moving. I
managed to get back up into a sitting position then put my mouth into the
crook of London's neck and sucked gently causing him to shiver from the
feelings. I then put and arm around his waist and told him to hold on, then
quickly rolled over putting London on his back. He kept his legs pulled
back as I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed along side his
shoulders. It was from that position that I fucked my son for the second
time that day.

I loved to fuck a boy in that position because it allows for a longer and
more powerful stroke along with deeper penetration. As I picked up speed
London began to moan and I wasn't far behind him. I began to fuck him hard,
slamming my hips back against his ass from as far away from him as I
dared. I held myself waist against him, my weight pulling the skin of my
cock tight, and moved my ass in circles then fucking him again. I went into
him from the side, lowered my hips so that I went into him lower then
raised myself higher so that my cock scraped against the top part of his
hole. I felt my balls whack against his body as I hammered his tight little
hole and before long the familiar tingling of cumming started.

"I'm going to cum soon London," I panted.

"Me too dad, fuck me harder dad, make me cum too," my son whispered. I was
a little surprised at his statement but put even more work into fucking
him. Each downward thrust moved London's body on the bed, rocking
him. Before I knew it he gasped loudly, grunted a few times then cried
out. His hands went to my hips and began pulling me against him then I felt
his asshole constrict against my dick and that was all she wrote.

"Oh fuck London I love you so much," I cried out as my balls gave up a
second load of their nectar to the temple of Priapus. I felt my cock
thicken then six or seven pulses of cum transfer from my body into my
son's. Below me London was whimpering, panting for breath and his face
became a mixture of both pleasure and pain while I continued to slam into
his young body.

I eventually slowed down, continuing to gently slide my cock in and out of
his asshole before finally stopping. I had to adjust my body a little bit
then lowered my head and kissed London, my son responding although it was
with less enthusiasm than before. I attributed it to his being tired. After
all the boy had just gotten fucked twice, he was probably getting worn
out. I knew that I was despite the fact that it was barely eight o'clock.

Once again I told him to hold on and brought back up to sit on my lap and
once again I nuzzled my lips against his soft and tender neck.

"Gosh that feels so good but ticklish at the same time," he said with a
giggle. I looked down and saw that his cock had softened almost completely
but what really caught my eye was a spot above the base of his cock, not
quit half way to his belly button. I reached down and wiped my finger
across it then brought it to my nose. I was not quite shocked but close to
it.

"My god London you made your first sperm," I said with excitement. I
touched my tongue to my finger tip and tasted the familiar gooiness
although there wasn't much actual taste.

"Really," my son asked with equal excitement in his young voice. I showed
it to him as I said,

"Really." He checked it out then hugged me tightly.

"Wow dad, that's way cool. Now I can make sperm." I hugged him back just as
tight as he hugged me.

Indeed it was, very cool. My cock finally softened then squished out of
London's butt causing the both of us to moan at the loss and my son to
comment on how empty he felt with my dick gone. He crawled off of my lap
and we both went into the bathroom for shower.

Back in my bed ten minutes later London said he was really sleepy and he
wasn't alone. I was pretty knackered myself. While my son snuggled in under
the covers I went through the house turning off lights and locking things
up. I returned to my bedroom to find London sound asleep, the covers rising
and falling gently. I smiled to myself, turned off the light and crawled in
next to him and in moments I drifted off.