Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 18:52:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 2

My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 2
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com

WARNING!  To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age
and allowed by the jurisdiction that governs you to read sexually
explicit and homosexual material.  If you do not qualify, you
must exit and seek other material.  You have been warned.  Thank
you for cooperating and being fair to others.

All persons, names, places, descriptions, and events are purely
fictional.  Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places,
descriptions, or events is totally accidental and a pure
coincidence.
___________________________________________

My Son Drives Me Crazy, by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com

John Millerson, 34
Jason Millerson, 14
Kevin Walsch, 14
Carl Mueller, M.D., 35

__________

    "That was hot.  You taste good, Kev.  I'm real horny now."

    "Jason, you took my cum in your mouth and swallowed it!"

    "Yeah, I said it tasted good."

    "I--I don't know, Jase.  I don't think you shouldda done
that.  I better go."

    "No.  You can't leave now.  I'm so horny!"
__________


CHAPTER 2


    I heard only the sounds of clothing rustling.  Presumably,
Kevin was dressing.  Then, two doors closed.  I was sure Kevin
had gone, and my son was left hanging, so to speak.  I felt bad
for him, took off my headphones and wondered if it was wise to
seek him out.  I needn't have wondered long.

    "Dad!" Jason said, running naked into my bedroom, his tear
streaked face breaking my heart, "Kevin got off and left!"  My
boy fell into my arms and sobbed his bitter disappointment.  "I
gave him a blow job!"

    I carried Jason to my bed, and put him on his back.  His
crying subsided, and he managed a childish grin in response to
being carried like a baby.  In spite of my heartfelt need to
reassure him, I looked, and saw that Jason was still erect.

    "It's all right," I said, climbing alongside him.

    "No.  It's not fair!  He cheated and took off and . . . I'm
so horny.  I was looking forward to--"

    "I know, Jason," I said, hoping he wouldn't question
precisely what I knew.  "Do you think it would help if I gave you
a sexual video?  You could take it to your room and have a
special masturbation session, and do it up, right."  I rubbed his
chest.

    "Thanks, dad.  But . . . "

    "But what, son?"

    "This was supposed to be my first time doing it with someone!
I know about jerking off."

    "Why don't you watch the video and see what you think.  If
you're still unhappy, then we'll talk again."

    "Okay," Jason said, taking the disk to his room and leaving
the door open.  Because his dresser mirror was at a 45 degree
angle, I was able to watch him from the comfort of my bedroom.
Although a chair blocked my view of his privates, the view was
enticing.

    At first he seemed disinterested in the video, but a few
minutes later, he was staring at the screen and touching himself
arousingly.  I think I was more aroused than he.  Then Jason
looked startled, got up, and returned to my room.

    "That was quick, son."

    "Dad, um . . . there's no girls.  That's a guy video," Jason
said, his eyes wide as ever.

    "Yes, I know."

    "But--why would you . . . I mean, YOU had it . . . but why?"

    "Can't you guess?" I said, starting to blush.

    "You . . . you like guys?" he said, slouching in a nearby
chair, looking only slightly blushed and unnerved--but his
curiosity was aroused.

    I stopped myself from telling him to sit up straight--this
was not the time, and his posture enhanced my view of his
erection.

    "Yes," I said, as calmly as possible.  "Past few years it's
been that way."  I turned my head so I wasn't staring at his
rather alluring member.  After a moment, I turned back to make
eye contact.

    "God!" my son said, exhaling quickly.  His steady eye contact
and the little smirk on his face told me he wasn't upset with me,
at least.  "Some of the guys in the video were my age.  Does that
mean . . . you like ME?"  His smirk changed to a grin.

    I put my arms out--a call for a hug.  My naked boy came to me
at once.  I allowed Jason to make full frontal contact, clumsy as
that was with me seated.

    "You're hard!" he said.  "Then--you DO like me."

    "Well--yes, if you must know," I said, my heart beating as if
my life were in peril.

    "Would you . . . touch--I mean . . . like . . . do stuff with
me?"

    "I'll think about that," I said.  It was partly true.  I
would think about that a great deal.

    "Really?"  A big grin accompanied this.

    "Maybe.  But you must NEVER say a word about it to anyone--
not even Dr. Mueller, or close relatives or friends."

    "I know.  Not even Kevin."

    "How do you know?"

    "No one else . . . I mean, I don't think any other dads would
think about . . . doing stuff like that.  Or boys," he added,
grinning oddly.

    "Do you think that's weird, Jason?"

    "No."

    "You're still erect.  Are you going to finish--"

    "Yeah--be right back!" my son said, as if he were going for a
glass of water.

    When he settled into his bed and resumed the video, I noticed
the volume was louder.  I was able to hear the sighs and
squishing sounds of the teenagers in the video, masturbating with
lubricant.

    When they came, Jason came, his enchanting voice shouting his
pleasure--at each propulsion of semen, I assumed.  He was out of
sight for a moment, then came running back.

    "Okay.  All done," he said, a drop of semen at the tip of his
penis threatening to fall.  I wasn't about to spoil the mood by
mentioning it.  I didn't mind if some of my son's semen fell and
dried on the carpet.

    "That's good," I said, trying to control myself.  His
nonchalance astounded me.  How's masturbation going these days?"
I said tensely, trying to emulate my son's casual approach.

    "Oh, good."

    "Still have plenty of that good lubricant I got you?"

    "Yeah, dad.  I just bought some."

    "You--bought it . . . by yourself?"  I'm sure the pharmacist
or checkout person knew exactly why Jason was buying that.  I
never could have been so bold at his age.

    "I got that special credit card you gave me."

    "Okay, Jase.  You're a brave boy.  Oh--I haven't seen many
. . . tissues lately in your wastebasket."

    "Oh," he said, pausing, his eyes growing wide, "well, um I
. . . I don't always--"

    "Oh.  Okay.  It's all right to slurp it down," I said, taking
a chance and voicing my suspicions--and causing an extreme blush
to appear on Jason's face.  "Can't hurt you."

    "How did you know?"

    "A lot of guys do that.  Some try it a few times, others
never stop.  Most semen has a pleasant taste and texture."

    "Oh," he said, eyes to the floor, "so you do it, too?"

    "Sometimes."  Before this conversation, I never would have
imagined Jason asking me that question.

    "I'm hungry, dad," he said, changing the subject with
dizzying speed.

    "Well, it's almost dinner time.  What do you say?  Burgers?
Tacos?"

    "Yuck," he said--yet at times, he craved those.

    "Pizza?"

    "Yeah!"

    "Oh.  Sorry, I'm not in the mood for pizza tonight."

    "Aw, come on, dad!"

    "Just kidding, Jase."

    The next morning was Saturday, a day Jason's alarm never
rang.  It was also the usual day for me to give Jason his medical
check-up.  He was accustomed to me examining him and knew the
routine well.

    I always did his checkup before I made breakfast.  I woke him
up in plenty of time for him to shower and dress for the exam--
which is to say that I woke him up as late as my hunger would
permit.

    "Just underwear this morning," I said, an oblique reminder of
his upcoming exam.

    "I know, dad.  I remember."

    "What a striking young man you are!"  This made him giggle.

    "Am I really a young man?"

    "Getting closer every day.  As a matter of fact, you're
becoming quite adult-like in your behavior, and I'm proud of
you."

    "Cool."

    "Looks like we'll have to buy you bigger underwear today."  I
could not resist looking at the bulge in his briefs.

    "Really?" he said, his voice going high.  "You think . . .
that's getting bigger?"

    "It's obvious," I said, wondering if he'd understand the dual
compliment.  "Pretty soon, you'll be able to tell, yourself."

    I knew my son was cute, but his boyish grin and blush
enhanced his charming looks.

    "I just gotta go pee, then I'll be in," Jason said, referring
to my office as he headed for the bathroom.

    I had an examining table in my office that I used for Jason's
check-ups.  I put a fresh linen cloth on its surface.  I disliked
using the traditional paper.

    Jason entered in his briefs, even though they would need to
come off when I examined his testicles for lumps.

    "Okay, I'm on the scale, waiting," he said, teasing me
because I usually taunt him about always having to remind him to
step on the scale.

    I took his height measurement before getting his weight.
"Almost five feet, eight inches.  You've grown an inch in less
than a month."

    "Yeah!" he said emphatically, making that motion with his
fist that boys do these days.

    "One hundred thirty-five pounds.  A gain of five, Jase."

    "I'm growing fast, huh dad?"

    "Yes.  You've hit your big growth spurt."

    "Auhhhhhhhh," he said, as I looked into his throat.

    I did the usual ear and nose inspection.  "Um, hmm."

    "See anything up there?" he asked, while I illuminated his
nose.

    "Nope.  Just air."

    "You're funny, dad."

    "I'm ready to check your testicles."

    "I hate that word," he said, hopping off the table and
pulling his underwear down.

    "Okay, your balls, then," I said, pressing on them with
trained fingertips, testing every centimeter.  "They feel normal.
How do they feel to you?"

    "It always hurts a little when you do that.  Not bad,
though."

    "That's all right.  I have to use some pressure to do the
exam properly.  On your back, now."

    "Okay."

    "Don't be shocked, son.  I need to see how you masturbate."
I decided not to go into detail about semen flow, in case that
might make him self-conscious or overly concerned about his
orgasms.

    "You wanna . . . watch me jerk off?" he said, getting red in
the face.

    "Yes.  You're at that age--you've done it for a while now."
I felt guilty that he'd been masturbating a year or more, and I
was just now getting around to this.

    I looked briefly at the glans of his penis for signs of dry
skin--a common, temporary problem with teen boys who masturbate
improperly, especially circumcised boys who used certain lotions
that contained alcohol, or no lubricant at all.  In severe cases,
small cracks could develop on the corona that were quite painful,
if left untreated.

    I was more concerned with the health of his prostate, and
that his urethra and sexually-related ducts were fully open.  A
prostate exam would tell me only so much.  Watching the flow and
volume of semen during orgasm would be far more informative--
something relatively easy for me to ask of my son, but
impractical to request of most patients.

    "You mean, do it now?"

    "Yes."

    "I can't do it now, dad," my boy said, blushing very
intensely.

    I didn't press for an explanation.

    "When do you think you can do it for me?"  I rubbed his
forehead, trying to ease his discomfort.

    "Ummm . . . maybe at night when I'm in bed . . . with just
the night-light on?"

    "I see.  Later is fine."  By saying that, I hoped he would
see I had a glimmer of understanding about his feelings.
"Probably would be hard to do here on the examining table with
all this light," I said, looking at the sun streaming in, and the
overhead floodlamps.

    "Yeah, dad."  He laughed like he does when nervous or feeling
strong emotion.  "It would be like trying to jerk off in the
middle of a baseball field."

    "Maybe you should try that, and impress your friends."

    "Yeah, right," he said, laughing uncontrollably.

    "Be sure to let me know, so I can be there to watch."

    "Okay," he said, going into boyish hysterics and collapsing
face down on the table, his face beet-red.

    Soon, my naked son melted into the table.  I rubbed his back
gently.  He looked quite cute with his arms hanging down, his
head half off the table.  I marveled.  His muscles, even his butt
cheeks, had grown.

    "Since you're getting to be a big boy, I should regularly
check your sexual responses, starting now.  Do you know what that
means, Jason?"

    "N-not really," he said, sitting up to look at me with his
usual smirky grin.  I'm always pleased when his face is free of
fear when the unknown presents itself.

    "Well, you know I check your knee-jerk reaction, and feel
your muscles and testes.  You're familiar with the other parts of
the examination."

    "Yeah."

    "To check your sexual responses means I'll need to touch you
in ways that will make you erect."

    "Really?" he said, starting to giggle, then getting serious.
"But it won't hurt, right?"

    "No.  Not even a little."

    There was a pause, during which his face went through several
subtle changes.  The last was one I wished I could capture on
film.

    "DAAaaaaad," he said in that inimitable tone he gets when his
suspicions are aroused, "you're not gonna tickle me, are you?"

    "I promise, son," I said, chuckling.  "Well, I won't TRY to
tickle you."  I suddenly realized that he might find certain
touches more tickling than sensually arousing.  "I need you on
your back."

    Jason stared into my eyes.  Fortunately or unfortunately, he
knew how to read me, all too well.  He found the sincerity he was
looking for.

    "Okay," he said, grinning faintly, then bursting out
giggling.  "Your gonna give me a boner!" he managed to say amid
his hysterics, his body shaking with laughter, the movements
threatening to vibrate my son off the table.  But somehow, he got
on his back.

    "Now tell me which position feels better, THIS," I said,
bending his knees, sliding his feet ten inches toward his
buttocks, "or THIS," I said, straightening his legs so they
rested flat on the table again.

    "That way.  With my legs straight."

    I took hold of his feet and spread his legs slightly, then
rubbed his thighs, especially the inner parts.

    "That feels good," he said, his giggle fit not quite over.

    I slid my hands to the tops of his feet.

    "Dad!  You said no tickling!"

    "Does this tickle?" I asked, rubbing gently.

    "No, I guess it feels sorta good."

    My hands were back to his inner thighs, sliding up to his
groin, which I massaged gently, my thumbs at the juncture where
his scrotum nestled against his legs.  The warmth of his sac was
quite a contrast to the cooler skin of his perfectly smooth
thighs.

    With spread fingers, I slid upward and out, across his pubic
region and hips.

    "Ummmmm," he said--a pleasant sound, I thought.  His penis
began to roll upward, and he lifted his head to see.

    "Don't watch, Jase.  Keep your eyes closed."

    "Mmmff."

    I brought my hands to his nearly hairless scrotum, fingering
it, but not too softly, so he wouldn't find it ticklish.

    "Ohhh."  This was accompanied by a further rise of his penis,
which lifted off the surface of his pubic area.

    "Feel okay?"

    "Yeah."

    I proceeded to his nipples, barely touching the tiny nubs
there, brushing my fingertips over them.  His upper body jerked
almost as much as his penis.  Jason's blush returned.

    "It's okay, son.  Sorry I startled you."

    Jason's heaving abdomen revealed his lighthearted mood.  I
was pleased.  I wouldn't know how to deal with a grumpy son.

    My hands went to the base of his penis, which I grasped,
gently squeezing with a mildly pulsating motion.  Finally, I put
my hands on the sides of his buttocks, rubbing softly.  Soon, I
was staring at a beautiful throbbing erection.

    "You can look now, Jase."

    "God, yeah," he said, looking pleased with himself.  "I could
feel it was hard."

    "Do you feel embarrassed?" I asked, rubbing the fronts of his
thighs.

    "Not really.  A little weird, I guess."

    "Oh?  Weird?"

    "Yeah . . . I mean, it makes sense . . . I'm not used to it,
I guess . . . not only you seeing me with a boner, but--"

    "I understand, Jason.  And I hope you're okay with this."

    "Yeah, I'm okay!"

    "It's a very important examination.  You can watch the last
part."

    "Oh," he said, surprised there was more.

    "I want you to relax.  I'm going to touch your penis.  I
promise to be very gentle."

    "Okay," he said, looking quite doubtful about relaxing.  His
abdomen tensed sharply.

    "Stick out your tongue."

    "My tongue?" he said, startled.  "Oh, okay."

    Jason watched as I touched my finger to his tongue, then
brought it to the tip of his penis.  I slid the slippery finger
on various parts of the glans, then on the frenum, underneath.

    "Yaaauughh!" he shouted, along with a giant leap of his
erection, which stood upright at the sensation.

    "That was a nice, strong, healthy response."

    "I couldda told you that would happen, dad."

    "Okay, smart one."  It thrilled me when he could make me
laugh.  "Are you ready for the prostate exam?" I said, making a
bit of a face.  I examined his prostate only three or four times
a year.  "I know most boys don't like it."

    "It's no big deal.  It doesn't hurt or feel bad."

    "I'm very glad to hear that.  You're used to it, now.  Okay,
get on your hands and knees.  Put your head down."

    I prepared by sliding a finger protector on, lubricating it
well, then applying a good-sized dab of the lubricant to his
anus.

    "Ah!  But I'm not used to the cold."

    "I keep the lube in the refrigerator, just for you."

    "Ha, ha."

    "All right," I said, wrapping a tissue around the base of my
finger, then gently sliding the tip of it through his tight ring.

    "Ummmfff!"

    "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

    "No.  That was the hard part, but it's okay."

    "All right."  I slid the rest of my finger in and aimed it
toward his prostate.

    "Ohhh," he said--from a sense of pleasure, I knew.

    I pressed gently, massaging the gland while estimating its
fullness and texture.  As usual with younger males, his prostate
was nearly full, indicating a flow of pre-cum caused by frequent
episodes of sexual stimulation--very frequent at Jason's age.
When the prostate is full, the exam can be inconclusive, even
though massaging it pushes out most of the fluid.

    "Yeaahhhhh."

    I felt guilty that I was extending the prostate exam and
massage beyond what was needed, despite the pleasure it brought
both of us.

    "Ah!  Feels like I'm gonna come."

    "Okay," I said, stopping at once.  I paused, then slid my
finger out slowly.  I looked on the table, directly under his
penis.  The puddle of fluid I saw on the cloth was larger than
I'd expected.  He certainly was a healthy--and sexual--boy.  "On
your back."

    With one hand, I pressed on the area below his scrotum, the
other squeezed his organ in a smooth motion from base to tip,
keeping his erection more or less vertical.  My effort was
rewarded with another puddle of pre seminal fluid that rested on
the very tip of his penis, and soon overflowed down the shaft.

    "Look.  Do you see that?"

    "Huh?  Ah!  Oh, yeah."

    "Have you seen it before--know what it is?"

    "Yeah.  When I do it slow, I get that," he said, his voice
husky.

    "Okay, I won't get technical."

    I'm glad I had loose clothing on to hide my excitement.
Jason's arousal had me tempted to ask if he would try to
masturbate now, but I bit my tongue.  Then I thought if he waited
till nightfall, he would have more ejaculate--making it easier
for me to judge his seminal-fluid production and rate of flow.

    "Can I do it now, dad?"

    "What's that?"

    "You know . . . jer--masturbate."

    "Well, Jase, sometimes it's best to go with your first
instinct.  Wait till tonight, in this case."

    "No, I think I could do it really good, now."

    "Did you masturbate last night?"

    "Yeah, remember?"

    "Yes.  Not since then?"

    "No."

    "I think you can do it now, too.  I was going to wait till
next week's exam, but I think now's a good time to see how much
semen you produce after a twenty-four hour buildup."

    "Oh."  Jason's expression of despair was almost painful.

    "Can you wait till then?"

    "Um . . . yeah, I guess."

    "Just to make sure, I'm going to ask you to wear this," I
said, pulling what amounted to a soft chastity device from the
bottom drawer of the table.

    "What's that?"

    "It's like a jock strap without the stretch," I said, handing
it to him.  "Once it's on, only I can get it off you.  Okay?"

    "Well . . . yeah, okay."

    The thing had two buckles and several complicated snaps and
clasps in the back--nearly impossible for him to undo without
help.  I slid it up his legs.

    "I guess it'll be better if you get down from the table and
stand, now."

    I pulled the device the rest of the way up, carefully lifting
his erection so it would be comfortable.  I hoped he didn't feel
my hands trembling.

    "OW!" he said as my knuckles collided with his scrotum.

    "Sorry."

    "Didn't hurt that bad."

    "At least it's on, now.  I'll fasten it in the back."

    "Okay."

    He turned for me.  His firm little rear-end was fully
exposed, as if he were wearing a regular jock strap.

    "Cute butt," I said, giving it a playful slap.  Jason turned
around instantly.

    "You think my butt's cute?" he said, blushing and getting
silly.

    "Well, I'm not going to take back what I said."

    "I think Kevin's got a cute butt."  Jason burst into giggles
again.

    "All boys your age do," I said, thinking quickly.  "So don't
go feeling weird, Jase."

    "Yeah, it doesn't stretch at all," he said, trying to put his
thumbs into the pouch of the thing.

    I fumbled with the clasps and finally had it on him securely.
When he turned around, I saw a small wet spot at the top of the
prominent bulge he made.  "How does it feel?"

    "Makes it worse."

    "How do you mean?"

    "Now I KNOW I can't jerk off."

    "Well," I said, grinning at him in a silly way, "if it gets
to where you think you're going to explode, let me know."

    "Um . . . what if I have to pee?"

    "Just tell me, and I'll undo it for you."

    "And then you'll watch?"

    "Yes, does that bother you?"

    "No . . . not really.  Sometimes at school I can't go with
other boys around in the bathroom, and I have to wait for them to
leave."

    "I can always use Harry's invisibility cloak.  I'm sure he'll
let me borrow it."

    "Okay, dad," he said, his silly mood heightened by my
statement.

    "I'll turn my back if it gets difficult for you."

    "But I might jerk off real fast," he said, grinning slyly.

    "I'll trust you on that one."  My body, my penis, my balls--
all vibrated with excitement.  My thoughts raced ahead to Jason's
bedtime, when he would masturbate for me, and I would see all of
him.

    "I love you, dad," he said, totally out of the blue, reaching
around my ribs.

    "I love you too, Jason."

    The hug was superb.

    "I'm hungry, dad."

    "Again?  You ate yesterday!"

Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Any comments would be great!

I finished writing this on Sept. 5, 2005  I'm not sure whether I
should add to it or write another story.  I hope you enjoyed it--
and thanks for reading.  --Dennis