Date: Tue, 02 Nov 2004 07:53:34 -0800
From: David Miller <orwoodsman_863@hotmail.com>
Subject: My 11-Year Old Son/Part 1 (mb, incest)

Hi.  This is my first post.  Please let me know if you like the story and
want it to continue.  If you are underaged or this type of material is
illegal where you live, then don't read it.  Otherwise feedback would be
appreciated.  Would like to hear from other dads in my area.  Thanks,
David.


My 11-Year Old Son (Mb, incest)
By ORwoodsman_863@hotmail.com


My son was only 11 when he came home bruised and beaten from a fight he'd
been involved in at school earlier that day.  I took off from work early
when the school nurse called me and she said that although Jeremy was okay,
he was definitely shaken.  The boy who'd assaulted him was another sixth
grader who was known to cause fights at the school, and I was more than a
little agitated at the idea that this thug had hurt my son.

But I was more relieved than angry by the time I got to the school and
found my son more or less in one piece.  He hopped off the dressing table
with his book sack and was a little apprehensive to see me.  I could tell
by the way he limped toward me holding his side that he wasn't sure if I'd
be angry with him since fighting had always been a big no- no.  I
double-checked with the nurse on duty to make sure he didn't have any
broken bones and she assured me she didn't.  Only some bruised ribs and a
cracked ego.  I did the best I could at making Jeremy feel better about the
situation on our way home.  He wasn't saying much, only sulking out the
window and whimpering now and then.

"Well look at it this way J, at least you get to go home early."

My son didn't answer.

"Are you sure you're okay son?"  I asked him placing my hand on his knee.
Jeremy just shrugged and nodded and I felt truly bad.  Not only had he been
suspended for fighting, but apparently the bigger boy had really gotten the
best of him.  I made up my mind to call the boys father later in the day.
It was hard being a single parent of a growing boy.  I never felt like I
could really fulfill all his needs and at the same time protect him like I
should.  His mother and I had separated a year before and since then our
life had become more or less touch and go.  The older he got the more
fearful I became that I wouldn't be able to do the things for him like I
did when he was just a boy.

Once we got home I told Jeremy that I'd order pizza and let him lay on the
couch since he didn't feel good.  He could even spend the night on the
hide-a-bed just like the old days when I'd let him stay up late.  He
grinned then and his smile melted my heart.  He was such a good-looking kid
and yes I am biased.  He's all of 4'11 with short brown hair and pixie like
eyes filled with mischief.  He is stalk like thin and has a bone structure
to die for.  He's little boy on the verge of becoming a rebellious teen.  I
can see it in the way he tries to test me, but for now he still listens to
his old dad and his innocent little boy ways are yet to be overshadowed by
the man he will become.

I go into my room and change out of my casual/corporate attire and slip on
a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.  By the time I come back into the
living room Jeremy is laying on his side while watching the tube and he
looks uncomfortable at best.

"Did you call for Pizza J?"  I asked him.  He's watching MTV and sipping on
a soda.

He shook his head no.

"No what?"  I say jokingly.

"No sir."  My son said looking exasperated, but I know he's not upset.  I
can tell he's just glad I took off work early to cum and get him.

Later on that evening after the Pizza has been delivered and we're sitting
on the sofa, I once again make the suggestion that he sleep on the
hide-a-bed.  The main reason being that he still sleeps in the bunk-bed
from his youth.  The bottom bunk filled with pre-teen posters, books and
video games.

My son nodded yes before getting up to pee.  Suddenly he grabbed his side
and almost doubled over.

"What is it J?"  I asked him jumping up.

"My side hurts dad.  That guy punched me in the side."

I give my son a helping hand as I walk him to the bathroom.

I help him to the toilet but then turn away as he looks at me embarrassed.
It's been a long time since I've seen him naked and even longer since I've
seen his penis.  I wait with my back turned as I hear his urine hit the
water in the bowl and it's then that the strangest feeling comes over me.
I suddenly wonder what his little penis looks like.  I wonder if it's any
bigger and I wonder if he's having sex yet.  Of course, he doesn't have a
girl friend, but that's not what I'm referring to.  I wonder if he wanks
off and remember back to my own youth when I was just a boy and not knowing
the pleasure of self-gratification until I was 12 or 13.  But still, the
thought lingers and I have the urge to peek over his shoulder but know he'd
be mortified if he caught me.

After I help him back to the sofa I ask him again if he's okay.

My son glanced up at me uneasily.

"What is it Jeremy?"  I said concerned.

"That boy, Billy Wilson kicked me in the groin.  It sort of hurts when I
pee now."  My son said looking worried.  "Do you think I'm okay down
there?"

Instantly I regret not having Margaret around.  She was a nurse and very
good at diagnosing potential injuries.  I turn the symptoms around in my
mind.  Could he have kidney damage?  Is he bleeding internally?  Or is it
just a pulled muscle.  My concern turns to worry.

"Did he punch you in the back?"  I asked my son who is both watching TV and
finishing off his soda.

My son shakes his head no.

"Are you sure son?  Go ahead and tell me if he did."

"No dad."  My son said nonchalantly.  "But he did kick me in the nuts."

I'm surprised.  He hadn't mentioned that earlier.

"Do you think that's why it hurt to pee?"  Jeremy suddenly asked me looking
worried.

"I'm sure it is."  I said wondering what serious injuries can occur from a
swift kick to the groin.  I wonder if his testicles are bruised and
suddenly I hate the thug that beat him up.

"After a few more minutes I tell Jeremy that it's time to haul out the
hide-a-bed.  He gets up gingerly and moves to the side.  He reaches down to
pull off the cushion but once again cries out in pain.

"What is it now?"  I asked him.  "Are you okay?"

My groin hurts where he kicked me.  It seems to hurt more and more.  Do you
think something is wrong with me?  Do you think it might be serious?

I ponder the question and come to one swift conclusion.  I have to check
him out.


"Here sport."  I say and pat the soft seat beside me.  "I'm gonna have to
check you out."

I can see a momentary look of fear cross my son's face.  The fact that his
own father must inspect his private parts for potential injury.

"Now don't be embarrassed.  It's no big deal.  We're both men.  I just need
to make sure you're not bleeding or there's no internal injury."  I said
hesitantly not knowing anything about how to detect internal bleeding.  I
am, after all, an insurance salesman and not a doctor.

"Here," I said sounding confident yet not knowing what I was really doing.
"Move down a bit on the sofa to where I can get a better look.  My son did
as he was told.  He was still wearing his khaki pants and socks.  I turned
on the lamp beside the sofa and told him to just turn his head.  Jeremy
obeyed and at once closed his eyes not sure what I was about to do to him.

"Don't hurt me!"  He said suddenly concerned.

"I'll try and be careful."  I said softly and then proceeded to unbutton
his pants.  I'm not sure what happened next except that everything is a
blur.  And what did happen would change our relationship for good.  But
from what I can recall, this is what took place.



Shortly after I removed Jeremy's pants he was sitting in his underwear.  I
could see a large bruise on his inner thigh and the skin there looked red
and raw.  I gently ran my hands over his smooth legs and noticed the thin
layer of baby hair that seemed to glow in the light from the lamp.  I
watched my son twitch nervously as I placed my hands on the elastic of his
shorts and slowly pulled them down.  I gasped seeing that he was still
completely hairless yet his small cock was not that bad for an 11-year old.
It was perfectly shaped and flawlessly white with no scaring what so ever.
His small nuts were smooth and dark and hung down between his legs like two
small marbles.  I

"It's okay Jeremy."  I said softly.  "Just let daddy check you out, okay
son?"

My son nodded his head looking down at me for the first time realizing I
wasn't going to hurt him further.  "You see anything wrong dad?"  He asked
me peering down between his legs.

I just shook my head momentarily.  "Nothing too bad yet."  I said staring
back down between his legs.  But I have to look at you a bit closer.  I
glanced at my son as a look of apprehension once again crossed his boyish
face.

"I need you to spread your legs for me.  It would be better if you moved
down a bit and placed your legs on the edge of the sofa.  I promise this
won't take long."

My son instantly did as I requested and before I knew it he had his smooth
bird like legs fully spread.  I gasped again to see his small brown asshole
no bigger than a dime open up before me and was overwhelmed by the complete
hairlessness of his little boy body.  I nervously placed my hands between
his thighs and told him to lift his legs.

He groaned in pain but I had to check him out.  I had to make sure he was
okay inside.

"That's better son.  If you can, hold your legs up to your chest."  My son
stared down at me fully exposed and completely vulnerable.  I was impressed
that he trusted me so completely.  I slowly reached up and grabbed his
ankles and spread his legs even wider.  Suddenly it all felt so obscene and
my previous thoughts of his little boy pecker overwhelmed me.

"You have such a beautiful body."  I said softly.  "I can't believe how
much you've grown."

My son grinned at me pleased with my observation.

I moved closer to now inspect him as we'd planned.  I moved my hand up his
smooth leg and rested it gently on his balls.  They felt warm and soft and
firm in beneath my hand.  I pressed down slowly and was surprised as my son
cried out in pain.

"OW dad that hurt!"  He said his eyes popping open wide.

"I'm sorry daddy's baby."  I said softly and instinctively began massaging
his small nuts between my fingers checking for signs of swelling.  "Just
relax son."

I watched my son sink back in the sofa and close his eyes, his legs
completely spread as his own father felt him up.

"Does that hurt son?"  I asked him feeling each testicle between my thumb
and forefinger.  My son shook his head no.  I then ran the tips of my
fingers down to the smooth crack of his hairless ass.  I didn't realize I
was breathing deeper and a strange feeling had come over me.  It was a
feeling I'd never had before.  Without thinking I ran my middle finger
gently across his puckered hole.

My son groaned and jerked his hips surprised that I had done this.

"Did that hurt?"  I asked him once again yet knowing that it didn't.

When I saw he didn't resist, I gently placed the tips of my fingers on the
outer edges of his hole and pulled it apart gasping at the smooth pink
inner lining.

"Goddamn."  I said sucking in my breath.  "You have a beautiful little
hole."

My son didn't answer, only continued to keep his eyes closed.  I looked
down to see the bulge in my running shorts, the head of my cock clearly
sticking out from underneath the leg of my shorts.  I couldn't believe it.
I was getting off on feeling up my own 11 year old son.  I paused then in
disbelief.  Could I really be doing this?!  Could I really be molesting my
own 11-year-old son?  And could I really be this excited doing it???

I looked down again realizing I was now slowly undulating his small hole
back and forth watching it open and close before me.  I couldn't believe
what I was doing.

I then moved my right hand up and ran it slowly across Jeremy's' smooth
hairless chest.  So sharp and well defined.  I ran the tips of my fingers
over his tiny nipples and felt how hard and firm they felt. I watched his
chest rise and fall, his rib cage moving in and out as he began to breath
harder.

At that point, I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing.  I was
giving into my darkest desires and I was filled with an unholy lust that
seemed to overwhelm me.

I reached down and squeezed the head of my hard cock that was now fully
exposed as it stuck out from the leg of my shorts.  Precum dripped onto the
floor.

"FUCK!"  I moaned as I closed my eyes.  I then stuck my middle finger in my
mouth and tasted my precum.  Before I knew what I was doing, I ran my
finger over my sons exposed asshole before gently shoving it inside.  It
was warm and tight and HOT and seemed to enclose my finger like a vise.
Before I knew it, I was fingering my son's ass and had shoved my finger up
to the hairy knuckle.

Jeremy had his eyes shut tight now and was softly moaning.  He had his legs
spread obscenely wide and if he was in any pain now, he didn't show it.

Without thinking I reached down and gently squeezed the head of his small
cock and rotated it gently between my large fingers.

"Ooo Jeremy.  You have the nicest little cock."  My son just moaned as I
found him instantly hard between my fingers.  I turned his cocklet this way
and that marveling at how perfect it was.  How smooth and young and HARD.
I moved back and forth from manipulating my son's cock and jacking my hard
dick.  I began to use my own precum to lube his under aged dick and watched
as he gyrated his bony hips each time I stroked him in my hands.

I excitedly reached down and dropped my shorts, my 8-inch dick slapping
loudly against my hairy groin.  Precum ran down to my heavy nuts.  For the
first time my son opened his eyes as if sensing what I was doing.

His eyes grew wide with disbelief.

"Oh my GOD!"  He said with shock.  "Dad what are you doing?"

I placed my finger to my lips and told him to be silent.  He watched as I
then inserted my middle finger into my mouth and brought it back down to
his tiny hole.  He still held his legs open wide and watched me as I slowly
began to finger his asshole once again.

"Oh oh oh!"  He cried out, his little cock hard as a fucking rock.  "That
feels so good Daddy.  I can't believe your doing that!"

I just grinned realizing now this is what I'd always wanted.  That this is
what life was all about.  Without warning I dove down between my son's
skinny legs and drove my adult tongue up his small hairless hole.

"OH GOD!"  He cried out as I ate him out.  I could taste his coppery taste
and smell his little boy smell as I ran my tongue all around his crinkled
hole and then drove my tongue back into its darkened recess.

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah!"  My son moaned out his legs moving back and
forth as I raped him with my tongue.  I then moved up and grabbed the base
of his tiny cock and swallowed the head between my wet lips teasing the tip
with my powerful mouth.  I ran the tip of my tongue across the smooth head
and then completely engulfed him.  Swallowing his small package doing my
best to make him cum.  My son was moaning now, his head moving from side to
side, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open wide.  I then rammed my
middle finger up his ass and began frantically fucking him with my dirty
digit as my mouth assaulted his little boy dick.  My own cock was pulsing
wildly seeing the lust consume his little 11-year-old face.

"Come on boy.  Do it for Daddy.  Shoot that little load in my horny fucking
mouth!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"  My son suddenly cried out, his eyes popping open wide.
He had a look of total fear and the suddenly realization that his body was
doing something it never had before.  He cried out again as his body
convulsed with the first immature orgasm of his young life.

"YEAH!"  I cried out in disbelief.  "Blow that little load boy!  Cum with
Daddy's finger up your fucking ASS!"

Without warning my own cock erupted and sprayed the sofa in front of me.  I
stood up instinctively grabbing the shinny head and spraying my dad cum all
over my boys exposed body down below me.  He covered his face as my cum
sprayed into his eyes and down his chest and down between his legs
drenching his small dick and soaking into the fabric of the sofa.

Jeremy slowly opened his eyes and peered up between his fingers.  I stared
down at him in disbelief.  My hard dick still in my cum covered hands.  And
it was at that point I knew my boy would be okay and that what had started
as a bad day at school had become one of the best experiences of my life.

The end