Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 05:37:17 -0800 (PST)
From: DH
Subject: Me And My Boy

The following story is a work of fiction. It is based loosely on an
actual event that was nothing like what you are about to read. What you
are about to read is the internal working of a dirty mind. If sexual
activity between a grown man and his young son bothers you, or if reading
this violates the laws of where you live, then don't read it. For those
of you who want to read this sort of thing: Enjoy.


                                 Me and My Boy


It all started out so innocent. Well, as innocent as jerking off can
be. Let me begin by telling you a bit about me. I'm thirty years old
and divorced. I have custody of my seven-year-old son. He's a cute kid
with bright red hair and a killer smile. He spends most of his time at
the pool during the summer, and his skin is a wonderful bronze color. He
didn't get that from me, that's for sure. His mother was half Puerto
Rican, so he inherited her good skin tone. He's a beautiful little boy.



I'm not a bad looking guy either. I'm six feet tall, and just a tad
heavy at 210 pounds. I have thick soft hair all over my chest and
abdomen. My arms and legs are heavily muscled. I have a goatee and I
keep my hair trimmed very short. I may not be Brad Pitt, but I've never
had trouble getting a date.



It was late this particular night. It was around one in the morning, and
I was getting ready to turn in for the night, but I was feeling a bit
horny. I'm not currently with anyone, so it can get lonely sometimes.
I went into the living room and fired up the puter to surf some of the
porn online. I got together all the things I needed to take advantage of
myself. I had the KY jelly for lube, and napkins to wipe up the mess
with when I was done.



I heard the computer announce, "Welcome. You have mail." And I knew
that I was now logged on. I stripped off every stitch of clothing, even
removing my watch and ring so that I was completely naked in front of the
monitor. I leaned back in the chair, put my right hand on the mouse, and
rested my left hand in my lap next to my cock.



I wasn't hard yet, just very turned on. My dick was full and heavy,
longer than it usually is due to my heightened state of arousal. I began
flipping through sites, checking out pictures of men playing with other
men. My favorite pictures always include guys jerking other guys off.
Don't get me wrong^Å I enjoy a good blowjob or ass as much as the next
guy, but watching two buff hot men stroking each other's cocks just gets
me going.



As I continued surfing through the sites, my dick achieved it's full
potential under the skillful manipulation of my fingers. At 6" hard, it
is a very nice looking cock if I do say so myself. It is perfectly
shaped. My cock is cut, but the doctor who did it must have been very
good at what he does, as there is no telltale mark where the foreskin was
removed. I've seen some dicks that look like they were circumcised with
a chainsaw. Not mine. Mine is perfectly straight and smooth. There are
no big veins popping out from the side of it. The head of my cock is
smooth and perfectly shaped. My balls hang low in their sac, heavy with
spunk.



I spat into my hand to add some lube to my stroking. I'm sliding my
hand up and down my rock hard shaft, completely avoiding touching the
head of my cock, teasing myself. I love to jerk off. It's my favorite
activity in the world. I learned how to jerk off when I was 12. I was
kind of a late bloomer, due to having overprotective parents. When I was
12, I was babysitting for this family, and I found a porn movie in their
collection of VHS tapes. I put the movie in and was shocked at what I
was watching. Some guy was kneeling over woman's chest, and sliding his
cock between her huge breasts. Up until that moment, I had never seen an
adult naked, neither male nor female.



The guy's cock was huge, as most porn star's dicks are. It barely fit
between the woman's ample tits. He slid it in and out of her cleavage
several times, and then took the matter into his own hands. He started
to stroke himself, and you could just tell by the look on his face that
he was loving what he was doing. At the end of every stroke, he would
run his fingertips over the tip of his pisshole. I began to get erect
for the first time that I remember. I mimicked his motions, and watched
him very carefully.



I remember watching him shoot his load. He shot all over the chick's
face. She lifted up her head and took the tip of his cock between her
lips to suck out every last drop of his load while he continued to stroke
the shaft. It dribbled out of her mouth and down the side of her face.



I rewound and watched that scene over and over and over for the two years
I babysat for this family. I can't remember the porn star's face, but
if I ever saw his dick again, I'd know it. Thus began my lifelong love
of masturbation.



I was surfing along, checking out many different sites, and began to
lightly touch and rub the head of my cock. A big drop of precum oozed
out the tip, and I used it to rub over the head of my cock. Time for the
lube.



As I was reaching for the KY, I saw movement out of the corner of my
eye. It took me only a moment to register what it was. My son, Joey,
had gotten out of bed to get a drink of water from the bathroom, which is
completely visible from the living room, where I sat completely naked,
hard and exposed.



I don't think he saw me on his way into the bathroom, but to miss me on
the way out would be unusual, unless the kid had started sleepwalking. I
had to think fast. I grabbed for my underwear sitting on the recliner
behind the desk, but stopped. This is my own home. I'm a grownup now.
I don't have to be ashamed of what I decide to do to my own body. In
fact, covering up in shame might just embed more shameful feelings of
nudity into Joey. I decided not to cover up. In fact, given that it was
the middle of the night, I was completely justified in being naked in my
own home while my son should be asleep in his bed.



I sat back in the desk chair, my cock waving in the air, and I continued
to surf the porn sites. My left hand returned to my cock, and began
lazily stroking up and down the entire length of it, running my fingers
lightly over the head of my cock on every up stroke. I even turned the
desk chair ever so slightly in the direction of the bathroom door, so
that there was no way Joey could miss seeing what I was doing.



A moment later, Joey walked out of the bathroom and directly into the
living room. I never let my eyes leave the computer screen. I continued
to jerk off while my son stood less than five feet from me. He watched
me in silence for a while. The house was completely dark except for the
light from the monitor that was casting a pale glow over my naked body.
Joey had seen me naked before, getting out of the shower, or changing at
the pool, but he had never seen me touching myself, or with an erect
cock. And as far as I knew, he had never seen another adult naked
either. Now here he was, watching his old man rub his dick while looking
at pictures of naked hot guys.



The whole situation was almost too much. I had to let up on my rubbing
or I was going to shoot right then. I let go of my cock and toyed with
my balls. I found a good movie clip to download of two guys mutually
jerking off. Having a cable modem, I downloaded it in about five
seconds. I set the player to loop, and started the 10-second clip. Two
young guys, barely 18 if even that, began to stroke each other's cocks.
They didn't shift position too much, so the jump from beginning to end
of movie was barely noticeable. It looked like they just sat there
jerking each other off forever.



After a few minutes of watching me rub my cock, Joey finally made a noise
so that I would know he was there. I turned to look at him, and acted
very casual.



"Hey, little man. What are you doing up?"

"I need a drink."

"Go ahead. Get yourself one."

"What are you doing, daddy?"

"Grown up things," I said. "You'll do this when you get a little
older too."

"Why is your penis like that?"

"Because I have a hard on. When you get really excited, your penis gets
really hard like this."



Joey looked at my cock, and I swear it swelled even more. My son was
checking out my dick. I might just cum from thinking about it. To prove
my point that my dick was very hard, I hooked my finger around the head
of it and pulled it down to my belly. I then let go, and let my cock
flip back up to point at the ceiling again. Joey laughed when I did
that, so I did it again.



"You're silly, daddy," Joey said through his laughter. I flipped my
cock a few more times for his amusement.

"Does your penis ever get hard like this, Joey?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "Does it hurt?"

"No, little guy. It feels really really good."

Then he asked me, "Can I touch it too?" I thought I was gonna die. My
son wanted to touch my cock. I knew that intrinsically it was wrong, but
I wasn't thinking with the right head anymore.

"Sure Joey. Go ahead."



He took the last two steps over to my chair. I leaned back, giving him
complete access to my cock. He watched the boys on the monitor stroking
each other for a minute, and then put his tiny hand on the head of my
cock. I was so close to cumming at this point; I don't know how I
managed to hold off.



"Mmm, that feels nice, Joey," I muttered. It had been a long time
since anyone else had touched my dick. Joey's tiny fingers circled
around the head of my cock. He couldn't get his hand all the way around
it, so he used both hands to completely encircle my cock. I could feel
my balls tightening up in their sack. It wouldn't be long till I shot.



"Joey, why don't you take off your underwear and come here," I
suggested to my son. He eagerly stripped off his Tarzan underoos and
stood in front of my desk chair. I picked him up, and sat him down on my
lap. After a slight bit of resituating, I had him straddling my waist
facing the puter, with my cock sticking up between his legs, right under
his own tiny prick.



"Now reach down and play with your penis like I was playing with
mine." I was amazed to see that my little seven year old had actually
begun to sport a tiny woody, about one and a half inches long. I reached
down and touched him to confirm that it was hard.



"Wanna try something else fun?" I asked him.

"Yeah, daddy!"



I got the KY and reached down, rubbing a copious amount of it over my own
cock. I then started to slide my dick between Joey's legs, in and out.



"Try to catch the head of it when you see it," I told Joey. I would
thrust my hips up, and my cock would appear between Joey's naked thighs,
the head glistening with KY and precum. Joey would try to grab onto the
head, but it was so lubed up that he wouldn't be able to grab it. Then
I would pull my hips back, and my cock would disappear between his
thighs, slipping through his little fingers. Again and again I thrust
up, and every time Joey tried to grab my dickhead. The pleasure this
caused was mind bending.



While Joey tried to capture my cock in his tiny hands, I used my finger
and thumb to gently manipulate his own tiny member. He seemed to be
having the time of his life.



This had gone on for far too long. I was about to shoot, and I knew I
couldn't possibly hold off for much longer. I quickly searched online
for a video clip of a guy cumming, and found one within moments. Seconds
later it was downloaded to my computer, and I hit play.



"Joey, watch what happens to this man's penis while he's playing with
it," I instructed my boy. Joey looked up at the monitor, and watched
some hard muscled guy shoot his load all over his own face and chest.



"Wow! What was that?"

"That man just came. When you play with your dick for a long time while
it's hard, it will shoot that white stuff out, and it feels really
good."

"Are you going to do that daddy?"

"If you keep touching my penis, I will," I said.

"Okay!" Joey chirped. He began trying harder and harder to grab my
receding cock each time it appeared between his thighs.



Finally Joey opened up his thighs so that my cock had nowhere to retreat
to. He reached down between his legs and grabbed my hard thick six
incher, and started to stroke it in earnest. His slippery tiny fingers
and hands all over my cock drove me over the edge, and into one of the
most intense orgasms I'd ever had.



"Okay," I panted into Joey's ear, "I'm about to shoot. I'm gonna
shoot all over you, Joey, all over my little boy. Daddy's gonna cover
you in his cum. You want me to cover you in my cum?"



"Oh, yes, daddy. Make your pee pee shoot like the guy on TV. Make the
white stuff come out all over my hands."



"Here it is, Joey. You are making daddy feel so good. Your baby hands
all over me. Unghh^Å oh god^Å it feels so good Joey, make daddy cum. Oh
yes^Å yes^Å squeeze daddy's cock^Å oh my little boy^Å ohhh.. Yeah^Å
Unghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"



The first thick rope of cum shot up into the air about three feet, and
landed on top of Joey's head.



"Don't stop!" I yelped between moans. Joey continued to stroke my
cock as streams of cum shot and flowed out of it. Six, seven, eight
times I pumped my load through Joey's hands and fingers, and covered his
chest in my goo.



"Wow, daddy, you made a lot."

"Well, you helped, little boy. Let's get you cleaned up and back to
bed."

"Can we do that again sometime?"

"Well, grown ups and little kids aren't really supposed to do that sort
of thing. But now you know how to do it yourself, so you can practice on
your own penis."

We hopped into the shower, cleaned off, and I tucked Joey back into his
bed.

"Good night daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, little boy. Sleep good."