Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2003 09:24:50 -0800 (PST)
From: DH
Subject: Me and My Boy: Part 3

This is the continuing saga of Me and My Boy. What you are about to read
is fantasy fiction, and shouldn't be confused for reality. I've gotten
a few messages from people who are willing to share their pics of young
boys, and I am not into that at all. Child pornography hurts children.
That's why we were gifted with the precious resources of imagination.
This story is about a loving relationship between a father and his son.
Those of you who enjoy reading stories of a father introducing his son to
the world of sex, then read on. I hope you enjoy it.

Me and My Boy: Part 3

I showered off my body, once again confused as to what it was I was
getting myself into. My young son had just watched me ejaculate for the
third time in eight hours, and even though I knew there was something
intrinsically wrong with that, I couldn't help but get turned on again
just from thinking about it. Was it the forbidden ness of it?

I turned the hot water up as high as it would go, and allowed the
scalding water to cascade down over my body. My head was whirling with
thought. What if he tells someone? What if he mentions it
inappropriately? What if he tells his friends, and they tell their
parents? What if he is emotionally scarred by what he's seen?

I tried to quiet my head and focus on the spray of the water over my
scalp. It ran down my chest in rivers, my chest hair shaping the course
of the water as it flowed over me. My cock was semi hard, tired now from
all the work it had put in over the past 8 hours. My balls had started
to ache a little bit from having to make so much cum on short notice. I
cupped them in my hand, rolling them around a little with my fingers.

I turned off the shower and got out. I had left the bathroom door open,
so it wouldn't fill up with steam and cloud the mirror. As I stood
there, drying myself off, I watched my reflection in the mirror. I stood
up a little straighter, and sucked in my tummy. I watched the muscles in
my arms and legs loosen and contract as I moved the terry cloth towel
around myself. My dick swung heavy between my legs, in what was becoming
a nearly constant state of arousal.

I hung the towel on the rack and continued to look at my naked body in
the mirror. I did a couple of old weight lifting poses that I used to do
when I was younger and made sure that I got to the gym everyday. I
watched the muscles on my chest and biceps bulge out, and I felt proud of
myself. I still looked hot.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward my bedroom door. As I
passed Joey's room I looked in on him, and he was already dressed for
school. Joey looked up at my imposing naked form in the doorway, and
smiled at me. I smiled back at him, and went to get ready to face
another day.

Nothing more happened that day between my son and I. In fact, the events
seemed all but forgotten, as Joey never mentioned them to me, or anyone
else, apparently. I got no frantic phone calls from nosey teachers, no
menacing visits from the department of child welfare. Joey did not start
having nightmares every night. It was literally as though nothing had
happened.

But I knew something had happened. The memory of it chased me every
day. Every time I jerked off, it was always while envisioning my little
boy. I began to delve even deeper into perversity with each fantasy,
doing more and more with my young seven year old son.

I began planning my masturbation for times when I knew it was very likely
to get caught. I stopped locking the doors around me, stopped covering
myself up. I began walking around naked more often, so that Joey could
get used to the sight of a naked adult man.

Day after day went by, and they stretched into weeks and months. My
overcharged sex drive started to calm down. Life fell back into a
regular routine. Pretty soon it was springtime again, and Joey's
birthday was less than a week away. Very soon my little boy would be
eight years old. Seven had proven to be an interesting year for the
little boy, and I decided to take things one step further. It was time
to tell my son all about the birds and the bees.

I hopped online and began searching porn sites. I wanted to present Joey
with a sort of slide show, that would explain everything to him visually,
as that is how most young children grasp things best. I could tell him
about a vagina, but being that I haven't seen one in several years,
showing him in pictures would be easier and require less description on
my part.

First I found a site with a series of photos of a young man. He starts
off fully dressed, and slowly removes his clothes to expose his body for
the camera. Then he takes hold of his meat and pounds on it until he
produces a copious amount of jizz. Step one was taken care of.

Next I found a few pictures of a woman. She was lying on her back,
showing all she had to the camera. I am totally gay, and have no
interest in women, so it was difficult for me to judge whether the
pictures were decent or not. I figured they'd have to do.

Then I looked up some straight intercourse pictures. I found some great
ones that were able to show the man's entire body as he was thrusting
his rod into some woman. Having the pictures I needed, I waited until
that evening before bedtime to show them to Joey.

"Joey, can you come out here? I want to talk to you."

Joey came bounding into the living room, youthful and full of energy.
His red hair had gotten quite moppish, and I made a mental note to cut it
before his birthday. He came up to my desk chair and said, out of
breath, "What?"

"Come here, little guy, and sit on my lap. I wanna show you something
on the puter." Joey climbed up on my lap, and sat, facing the monitor.
Flashbacks of that first night when he sat naked on my lap went through
my head, and my dick started to stir. "Fuck it," I thought to myself,
"if he feels my boner under him, so be it."

"I want to show you some things about boys and girls bodies," I
started. And I pulled up the slide show I had created. As the pictures
went by, I narrated to the back of Joey's head. Not once did his eyes
leave the computer screen.

I started with the pictures of the naked boy. I started to explain about
boy's penises, and how they are all different shapes and sizes, but are
all mostly the same. I continued telling him about boners, and how when
a boy feels really good his dick will get hard.

"Like yours is, daddy?" Joey asked me, reaching down between his legs
and giving my stiffy a squeeze.

"Yes," I said, flustered as hell. I had to finish what I was doing. I
couldn't allow Joey to distract me from this. I reached down and took
his hand away from my crotch.

"Daddy, you already told me about hard pee pees."

"Yes, Joey, but I didn't tell you all of what you can do with them."

"Oh."

So I continued to show him the pictures of the boy whacking off, and at
the end the cum that pumped out of him. "I've seen you do that,
daddy."

"Yes, you have, haven't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, let me finish showing you what I want to show you, okay?"

"Okay."

I went on to the pictures of the woman. Joey had never seen a woman
naked before. "Where is her penis, daddy?"

"That's what I'm trying to teach you, dude. Girls don't have a penis
like boys do. They have a vagina."

"Where is her vagina?"

"Between her legs."

"I don't see anything except a hole," he said, confused.

"That's right, Joey, the vagina is a hole. It is a small hole that is
there because that is where babies come out." Joey seemed amazed by the
whole idea. I continued on. "When a boy and a girl want to make a
baby, the boy puts his hard penis inside the woman's vagina. Then the
white stuff he shoots out stays in her, and that's what makes the
baby."

"That's gross, daddy."

"Yeah, I think so too," I replied. "That's why daddy is gay."

"What is gay?"

"Gay is when one boy loves another boy, and they have sex together. But
boys can't make babies."

As if on cue, Joey came out with the perfect question I'd been hoping he
would: "how do boys have sex?"

This wasn't a question I had to look up online. I opened up my porn
folder, and began showing Joey pictures I have saved on my puter of hot
guys getting it on with each other.

"That looks like it hurts," Joey said at first.

"Well, it does a little bit, but only in the very beginning. Once you
get used to it, it feels really good."

Joey sat in silence for a little while longer, and then turned to me and
asked me if he could go back to his video games. I smiled at him, and
said sure. He went to get off my lap, but my cock, fully erect, was
pushing on the front of my pants. He placed his hand directly over it,
and used that arm for leverage as he catapulted himself off my lap. The
pressure of his entire body on my hard cock was painful as it bent
backward on itself, and I hunched forward taking in a sharp breath. A
small "Ow" escaped my lips, and Joey turned to see what was the matter.

"What's wrong, daddy?"

"You hurt my penis when you were getting up," I told him, cringing, and
rubbing my crotch through the jean material that covered it. Joey came
back to the side of the chair, and looking apologetic said over and over,
"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry." He began to rub my crotch with me,
and the pain went away quickly, replaced by an urgent horniness.

"Is your penis all better now?" Joey asked me, still rubbing it
through my jeans. I had a split second to think, and decided to take
full advantage of the situation.

"No, it still hurts some. I need to check it," I said, undoing my belt
and zipper and pulling my jeans open to reveal my hard as stone cock. It
popped up through the opening in the zipper, a small string of precum
went flying up and landed on my belly, staining the light gray material
of my t-shirt dark gray. I reached down and began to rub my cock gently,
thinking that any minute Joey would determine that I was okay, and leave
the room. Instead, he did what I never imagined he would do.

Joey stepped back and took off his sweats in one quick fluid motion.
Like myself, he wasn't wearing underwear that day, and he was instantly
exposed to me. He stepped in front of my chair, and taking my cock away
from me and into his own tiny hands, he began to rub the head of my dick
against his own.

The sight before me was mind numbing. I wasn't sure how to react. Joey
had never been so open like this before. "What are you doing, little
guy?" I asked him.

"You told me that when your pee pee is hard like this and it hurts, that
sometimes it makes it feel better to rub it against another pee pee.
Does it feel better, daddy?"

"Oh, yes, Joey, it feels wonderful." It was like that morning in the
shower all over again, except this time it was Joey doing these things to
me, just like his old man had taught him. I felt so proud.

As I watched, Joey's small penis began to get harder, until the very tip
of the head of his cock was sticking out of the folds of skin that
usually protect it. My dick was particularly leaky, so I was creating
plenty of lube to keep things going for a bit. Feeling Joey's hands on
my cock was as incredible as the first time. To feel those tiny fingers
squeezing the shaft of it, and his cock head rubbing mine was like being
in heaven. Joey continued to do this for several minutes before
stopping.

"Is your pee pee all better now, daddy?" he asked me with genuine
concern in his eyes. I looked down at my stiff dick, pointing straight
up at the ceiling. I wanted more, but was afraid to press it. I figured
I'd leave it up to Joey.

"It still hurts some," I lied.

"Should I give it a kiss?" Joey asked, nearly knocking me out of my
chair. I remained calm, and matter of factly replied, "sure."

Joey bent over and planted a kiss on the top of my cock, causing it to
pulse with excitement. He looked up and smiled at me, and seeing him
looking up at me, with my dick only inches from his mouth drove me
crazy. I could no longer control myself at all.

"Kiss it again, Joey. Kiss it again, please. You make daddy feel so
good when you do that. Even better than when you touch daddy. I love
your kisses. Kiss daddy's pee pee again." Once again Joey lowered
his mouth to my cock kissed it again. This time for a little longer.

I reached over to the mouse and queued up a video clip that I had saved
in my porn favorites. A tough butch hairy guy was getting serviced by a
young hairless twink. I called Joey's attention to the screen. "See
how that little boy is kissing his daddy's pee pee? I would like you to
kiss mine like that, if you want."

Joey seemed apprehensive for only a minute, before he opened his mouth as
wide as it would go, and sunk back down to my crotch. The tip of my dick
touched his lips, and I sighed in pleasure as I watched Joey try to take
my fat mushroom cock head into his mouth. He wasn't very successful, as
my dick was simply too big for him to handle, but he took his cues from
the video on the screen, and licked at the head of my cock. He wrapped
his tiny hands around my shaft, and worked on kissing and tasting my head
as he tried again and again to fit it into his mouth.

I watched as Joey's tiny tongue dipped into my piss slit, scooping out a
drop of precum and rolling it around on his tongue. He seemed to enjoy
what he was doing to me. My breath became shallow and ragged, and Joey
looked up into my eyes. "Are you gonna make the white stuff come out
again?"

"Yes, Joey, I am," I barely managed to say. Joey began jerking my cock
again like he had that first night many months ago. The whole sight of
such a thing was so erotically stimulating that I found I couldn't hold
it back any longer, even though I desperately wanted this to never end.
With a grunt, I shot my first stream of cum out onto my chest, followed
quickly by several more bursts of the white creamy fluid. Joey continued
to move his hands over my intensely sensitive cock until I finally had to
stop him. "Enough," I panted.

Joey looked at me slightly concerned. "Does it feel better now,
daddy?"

"Oh, yes, Joey. Couldn't feel any better."

"Cool," he said, and pulled his sweats back up and went back to his
bedroom, bounding all the way. I watched as he wiped his hands, my cum,
all over his sweats. I'd have to remember to make sure those found
their way to laundry today.

Next episode... Joey's birthday party.