Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 09:05:45 EST
From: darkscribe69@hotmail.com
Subject: My Son Alec 1 (Revised)

My Son Alec, part 1


(Usual disclaimer applies)
This is a work of fiction.

by Darkscribe69@hotmail.com


My name is Frank, and this is the story of how my son Alec and I became
close. It all started about three years ago. My wife and I had divorced a few
years earlier, but since we still lived in the same town, we were able to share
custody of our only child about 50/50. Alec was a well-behaved boy, smart,
and while not terribly athletic, he was active and stayed slim. I'm 5'11" tall,
165 lbs, with short brown hair and blue eyes. I stay in shape by working out
at the gym three times a week, and also with some weights in my basement.

It was one summer weekend at my townhouse soon after Alec turned 12 (I
was 34) that things changed. We'd been out playing tennis and worked up
quite a sweat. Alec was still learning the game (not to mention still a growing
boy) but coming along well, and I commented on his improving skill as we
drove back. As usual he blushed at the compliment.

Once inside the house I headed towards my bedroom, puling off my shirt as I
went. I passed Alec's room, glancing as I always did at the posters of the
Backstreet Boys and another boy group that he had on his wall. They were
cute, I had to admit... I also had of course wondered why Alec was interested
in these groups and not any girl performers. His mother was more concerned
than I was about it, and wanted me to try to encourage him in that direction.
I said that Alec was only 12 and anyway he was going to like what he wanted
and we shouldn't push him.

But that afternoon I had another thought on my mind. I was still standing in
the hall as Alec slipped past me into his room. He sat on his bed and started
untying his shoes.

"Hey, Son." I began, trying to sound casual. "Since you know they've
declared a water shortage in the area this summer, why don't we just shower
together?"

Alec looked up at me, his expression hard to read, something between
surprise and fear. "Um, okay." He said finally in a small voice.

"Get undressed and come on into my bathroom." Without waiting for any
other reply, I turned and went to my room. I felt a little guilty about what I
was doing, but I was also excited, and at the same time trying to rationalize to
myself that there was nothing wrong about this. I was just curious to see how
my son was developing.

The master bathroom off my bedroom had a Jacuzzi tub and a separate large
stall shower. I turned on the water in the shower and stripped down to my
jock strap, my hands trembling a little as I did. Alec appeared a minute later,
still in his briefs. He looked so cute standing there, trying to look casual also,
and very obviously not looking at me. The water was warm, so I took a deep
breath, dropped my jock and stepped in.

Alec hesitated.

"Come on son, the water's fine." I urged him.

Finally, he slipped his briefs off and stepped in, turning to face the corner, all
the time trying to cover his genitals with his hands. I closed the shower door,
admiring his cute little pale butt. My cock started to swell, so I tried to think
of other things. I grabbed the soap and lathered my chest, pleased at how my
pecs were coming along from my workouts. Alec still stood shyly in the
corner, arms crossed, so I decided to move things along. I deflected some of
the dray onto him, and he jumped. "What's the matter? Water too cold?"

"No, it's fine." He said quietly.

"Here, let me soap you." I offered. I got a good lather on my hands then
gently began to massage his shoulders. He was just under five feet tall, an
easy height to reach his shoulders. Alec was tense at first but seemed to relax
as I worked over his neck and arms and back. I slid my hands down over his
flanks, up under his arms, and gently cupped his smooth boy chest. He didn't
have any muscle development yet, but I felt his little nipples pucker under my
touch. He raised his arms a bit away from his sides as I soaped his chest,
showing his cte hairless armpits. At least he was cooperating. I squatted
behind him, worked my hands down over his tummy, and felt my cock begin
to harden again. What the hell, I thought.

I slid my right hand down further and further in little circles over his smooth
little tummy... and got a surprise. Alec had a hardon! He jumped as my
fingers brushed his rigid little penis. I continued down over his leg with that
hand, then slipped my left down and very gently wrapped it around his
genitals. He shivered then, and I felt him thrust very slightly into my hand. "I
see you have a condition." I said matter-of-factly. I massaged his tight little
ball sack.

"C-condition?" His voice shook.

"Yes, it's very normal. Happens all the time." I gave him a little squeeze and
felt his cocklet swell a bit.

"Why does sit do that?"

"Well, that's a long story, but it happens to all guys all the time. It's called a
hardon."

"Do you get it?" He demanded.

"Yeah, in fact, I have one now too." I stood up as I said it, and Alec turned
around at the same time. His jaw dropped as he looked down and saw my
cock, now at it's full seven-plus inches, angling up towards him at stomach
level.

"Wow." He gasped. "Yours is so much bigger."

"Yours will get bigger too, maybe even bigger than mine." I assured him.

His hairless little boycock was bright pink now and I saw it wiggle with his
every move.

"Want to soap me now, while I shampoo my hair?" I suggested when he
continued to stand there dumbfounded, watching my pulsing cock like it was
hypnotizing him.

"Um, okay." He fumbled with the soap while I wet my head and worked the
shampoo in. I kept my hair very short, so it wasn't like I needed to spend a
lot of time washing it, but today I would.

Alec gingerly began rubbing over my abs and legs, careful to avoid the
throbbing member.

"You can wash my penis too, just be careful."

He nodded, then very carefully wrapped his hand around the base of the
shaft. I shivered at his touch. I am pretty thick, and his hand couldn't reach all
the way around.

"That's it," I said softly, run your hand up and down it a little, get it nice and
clean." I looked down, watching him as he slowly slipped his hand up
towards the head. I spread my legs a little. "Wash my balls too, but gently."

With his other hand he very carefully rubbed my tight ball sack, fondling my
plum-sized nuts inside. "Is that okay?" he asked.

"You're doing great, son. Keep washing the shaft too. Stroke it with your
hand. Very nice, you can touch the very end too, it's sensitive but feels
good."

He did, moving his hand up and down, kind of clumsily, but still, it was an
incredible feeling! Finally, though, I was starting to get close to cumming and
decided we'd better stop, at least for now. "Okay son, that's good, let me
finish soaping you now."

Alec seemed almost reluctant to take his hands away. "Okay."

I knelt in front of him and smiled. "Great job!" I rubbed over his belly again,
then massaged his still very hard little penis. It was a little over three inches
long, and not very thick yet, but a nice head on it. Like me, he was
circumcised.

He closed his eyes. "That feels funny," he mumbled, as I started to stroke
him a bit.

"Funny like good or bad?"

"Good, kinda."

I slipped my fingers between his legs and tickled up under his balls. "How
about that?"

He smiled and sort of giggled. "Good."

I went back to stroking him with one hand, and started massaging his soft
butt with the other. "How's that?"

"Cool." He whispered, eyes still closed. His breathing was getting labored,
and his little penis was getting even harder in my hand. A minute more and
he was gasping. "Oh dad! Ohhhh!" He started shaking all over, at the same
time thrusting spastically into my hand. "Oh! Oh Oh!" He sort of
whimpered, then almost collapsed, still trembling.

I caught him and held him against me. "You okay, son?" I asked in his ear. I
enjoyed his slippery warmth against me.

"Wow, what happened? That was...cool."

"That was an orgasm." I said, hugging him while he caught his breath. His
little dick was still hard and even redder. And mine of course was still hard as
a rock, rubbing against his leg.

"Can you... orgasm... too?" He asked after a minute.

"Yes I can, but it's a little different when you get older. Stuff shoots out of
your penis."

"Like pee?"

"Not exactly, it's thick and whitish and kind of sticky." It's called semen, or
'cum.' An orgasm is sometimes called 'cumming' in slang."

He looked thoughtful. "Oh yeah I've heard about that around school. Now I
get it. So, are you going to 'cum' now too?"

"I'd like to, would you like to help me." I stood up again.

"Okay, what do I do?"

Well, you saw what I did to you, sort of like when you washed my penis."

Not waiting for further encouragement, he soaped up his hands again and
went to work. He used both to slowly stroke by thick shaft, staring intently at
it as he worked it.

"Hmm, that's it, nice and gentle. Go all the way up and down."  I suggested.
It was so hot to see his hands around my cock, to feel his fingers slipping up
and down my shaft. I felt a little guilty, but it was so good.

"It's neat how the skin slips up and down on it." He said thoughtfully. "I
think it's getting even bigger!"

"You're doing great, Alec. I'm getting close... oh yessss..." I grunted and
suddenly my cock fired a spurt of cum that hit him right over his shoulder.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, as another shot landed on his chest. "Pretty cool!"
He continued stroking, milking me.

But I barely heard Alec; in fact my orgasm was so intense I had to put a hand
out on the shower wall to steady myself! "Oh, son that was very good!" I
finally managed to mumble. "You did great! But stop now, it gets sensitive
afterwards."

Alec grinned up at me, obviously pleased with himself that he could bring me
to this condition. "Okay." He reluctantly let go of my softening cock, and I
noticed him reaching down to slowly play with his own, still-hard boy penis
again. "When can we do it again?"


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