Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2012 17:09:24 -0700
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: My Son David

My son David was 7 when his mother died of a terminal illness. I think it
was a lot less hard on him that it would have been if he were a little
older. I tried to date again but many women just don't want a man with a 7
year old son to take care of. So I decided to raise him myself as a single
parent. I thought he would a lot easier than a girl. I had no idea what was
in store for me. I think it was around 10 when he became fascinated with
his penis. I caught him around the house many time with it out in his hand.

I explained that was not proper and was to be kept private. I didn't want
him to think he had committed a deadly sin but I didn't want him running
around with his penis hanging out either. I knew it would be a short time
to puberty and then all the sexual lights would go off.  He came into my
bedroom naked one morning holding his penis. He wanted to know what that
juice was that came out of his penis. It was sperm I told him, something
that all men produce. Only natural.

He was around 13 then, his fetish for the penis seemed to heightened after
he was able to ejaculate. It was like he became addicted to that
indescribable sensation called the orgasm. I even mentioned to mt doctor
but he laughed and said it was something all boys went through at that
age. It thought it was funny because I didn't really go through that. Not
to a point of a fixation on my penis or masturbation. It was then I began
to believe David was gay. There was no other explanation.

I caught he several times around the house masturbating. In the garage, the
bathroom, the back yard, the garage again, in his bedroom several times. It
was like I couldn't go anywhere without finding David playing with his
penis. One day when he was school, I searched through his computer. I was
astounded by what he had. Just about everything there was on the
penis. Different sized, circumcised, uncircumcised, large glans, small
glans, the corona, the frenulum, round heads, pointed heads, etc.

In another folder I found pictures of naked men with erect penises some
squirting semen, other giving oral sex. Along with that were pictures of
testicles, many of large hanging ones. I had to accept the fact at that
time, David was gay. I guess all sorts of emotions ran through me at
first. I was really trying to think if it was anything I had done that made
him gay. I guess everyone reacts to it differently. I decided the important
thing was to not to say anything. When he felt comfortable with it, then he
could tell me.

Things were to take another turn. Friday evening I was taking a shower,
mulling over events in my head. A picture of David crossed my mind, that
day I caught him masturbating in the garage. By pure coincidence my penis
became hard very quickly, standing up straight as a pole. It had been
awhile since I relieved my sexual urges. I thought this would be as good a
time as any. The shower curtain pulled back and there stood David. I was
caught completely off guard.

"David? David, what, what are you doing in here?"

His eyes were very wide and a smile was on his lips.

"That is a nice woody, dad! How do you jack off? I've never seen
you. You've seen me plenty of times."

I took a deep breath.

"I don't think that would be appropriate, David."

David stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed.

"Then let me do it for you."

Before I could reply with a yes, no or maybe, he grabbed my penis and
slowly began rubbing the head. His other hand was under my testicles.

"Listen to me, David. This is, its, I mean, awkward. Improper, David."

I stopped as I felt his hands gliding up and down my shaft. I guess it was
one of those moments I felt so mortified that I completely submitted to
David. I closed my eyes, ashamed to watch him. I felt his fingers pinching
my nipples while he stroked my penis. I concentrated on ejaculation, please
let it happen quickly. I wanted it to be over and done. I felt his finger
push into my rectum and that was all the stimulation I needed. I arched my
back and gave out a loud moan.

He was talking and milking at the same time.

"WOW, dad! That was some huge load. Mega load!"

I pulled his hands away.

"Please, David. Enough. I've had enough. Please."

His hand wrapped around my testicles.

"You got some nice heavy balls, dad!"

"Please, David. You should go."

I lay in bed that night more confused than ever. It seemed as if David had
no qualms about what he did or was doing. I wondered if he believed it was
alright. I began to drift off to sleep never waking again until Saturday
morning. I am a pretty sound sleeper and all I ever sleep in is my
y-fronts. That morning I awoke completely nude. My y-fronts were on the
dresser next to my bed. I realized David must have been in my room during
the night and removed them. As I explored further I noticed a rubber band
around my scrotum above my testicles. I knew I didn't go to bed like that
and I didn't remove my y-fronts.

I put on my robe and went to the kitchen. David was watching one of those
adult cartoons, Beavis and Butthead I think. I thought about saying some
thing to him about it, but he was 14 now and growing fast. I couldn't stop
him from watching everything. He turned as I went by.

"Hey, dad! Have a good night?"

I nodded as I made my way to the kitchen.

"I have no idea why you used the rubber band. Did you see that on Beavis
and Butthead?"

"No. But they do wank off a lot."

"I thought to myself, "Great. Just what he needs. More masturbation
cartoons"

I made coffee and some breakfast for David and me. David sat silently at
the table. I thought I better start.

"So, how did I wind up this morning with a rubber band around my
testicles?"

David nodded as he smiled.

"I woke up early this morning. I saw you were sleeping pretty hard. I
thought it would be fun to play with you a little."

I nodded my head.

"I see. Just for, as you teens say, kicks?"

Stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth, David just nodded. I pushed my
empty plate away and took my coffee cup.

"Just for my curiosity, have you done this with other men?"

David shook his head.

"No. I kind of thought about it, but no."

I knew I had to do something, right or wrong I had to step in.

"I don't want you doing any such things with other men. I know this is
going to sound strange, but anything you feel you have to do you can do
with me. What we do here is private between us and nobody else. Agreed?"

I saw a smile come across his face.

"You mean that, dad?"

I nodded.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

"You mean jacking you off? Playing with your cock and balls? All that kinds
of stuff?"

Reluctantly, I nodded my head affirmative. I knew I would probably regret
it at a later date, but at least I would know who my son was sexually
playing with. I put the dirty dishes in the sink. David was still at the
table with a grin.

"Great! Cause I feel like playing with your cock right now."

I rolled my eyes.

"Now? Right at this minute? I would like to clean things up first."

David made a dash back to the television.

"OK, I'll give you ten minutes."

"OH, thanks! You're so generous."

That Saturday was my initiation into the endless sex drive of a teenage
boy. I gave David too much leeway and now I felt I had lost control.

Now I had allowed him to play with two penises, his and mine. He seemed to
get the most excitement from masturbating me. I'm not sure if it gave him
pleasure or dominance. Unfortunately, I was only able to give him two
ejaculations Saturday. I did come to the realization that David was very
skilled in the art of masturbation. I guess it was the years of
practice. As much as I disliked to admit it, he gave me some wonderful
orgasms. His thumb rubbing over and over the frenulum gave me sensations I
didn't know existed.

In my weakness, David was finally able to bring me down to his level of
sexual depravity.

"Com'on, dad! I got a big woody on. Grab it and wank me off!"

In the moment I was aroused and it was exciting. I took his hard penis,
stroking and stroking until ejaculation.

"WOW! Dad. That was great. You sure do know how to masturbate."

I was ashamed at what I had done or even what I had become. However, I
still felt better that I let my gay son experiment with me instead of a
stranger......end.