Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 15:00:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 4
My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 4
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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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.
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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
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I stepped into Jason's room. An unforgettable sight greeted
me--my son in his new, red briefs. Just under the waistband, at
the top of his bulge, I saw a sizable dark circle, shiny with my
boy's pre-cum.
"Your boner bounced, dad," he said with considerable glee.
"Yes, it certainly did. Do you masturbate with your briefs
on?" I said, feeling tense as I took a chair and sat right next
to his bed.
"Sometimes," he said, reaching into his fly and pulling out
his eager boyhood. Its redness intensified as his hand made the
first stroke. "Awhhhhh . . ."
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CHAPTER 4
Already immersed in pleasure, Jason was the picture of sexual
bliss. His breaths alone excited me--deep, rapid, stirring
sounds, a reflection of his body's desperate efforts to embrace
the incomparable sensations of adolescent orgasm. The pure,
boyish scent of his excitement filled the air.
My boy wasn't just masturbating for me, his body was talking
to me--showing me all the ways it responds to the things he was
doing to his penis; opening the door to this most private act,
letting me see his potent sensuality in intimate, animated
detail.
"That's it, Jason," I said encouragingly, keeping my voice
soft and unintrusive. His urges gripped him quickly, fiercely;
his red face and open-mouthed expression impossibly beautiful.
The sensual pulsation of his biceps and abdominal muscles
captivated me.
"Awwh, yeah, oh, oh . . . ahhh!"
The sight of my fourteen-year-old in full sexual blush, hand
speeding over his frenzied hardness--overwhelmed me. I was aware
of the momentousness of this event, but it put me at a sexual
peak. I dared not touch my erection.
Jason slid off his red briefs so fast, he seemed not to miss
a single stroke of his rousing masturbatory pleasure.
So entranced was I with all he was doing, I took off my own
underwear unthinkingly. The sudden motion distracted him, and he
looked over at me.
"You're naked! Wow," he said between impassioned breaths,
with an expression of sheer happiness.
I could not take my eyes off his penis, which competed with
his face for my attention. It was one thing to know that Jason
masturbated, but quite another to see him so aroused and skilled
at it--as if he had acquired an alien hand that was in control of
him.
His face, his hand, his legs, and hairless torso, with its
tight, youthful pectorals and flat stomach--had me mesmerized. I
had no self-control. My eyes were captive to his smooth, 14-
year-old body, so young and new-looking, so saturated with
hormones, and intent on intensifying his overwhelming sexual
sensations.
I stood and bent over him, getting a better look at the head
of his penis coming into view with the downstrokes of his hand.
His face glowed with sensual energy and bliss, contorted with the
surges of pleasure that coursed through him. The sheen of sexual
sweat covered him gracefully, and his penis began to swell along
with his voice.
"Oh, OH! AHH!" he shouted, spewing the speeding white ribbon
of his first climactic pulse.
My penis throbbed as my son's first shot of semen struck my
face. The force and warmth astounded me. His eyes so focused on
his spurting scepter, he could have no knowledge that I had taken
his cum on my chin. Two more impulsive outpourings splattered
the side of my face.
"Yarrrghhh, oh, ahhhhhh!"
Other propulsions of his young fluid ejaculated with less
force, but his expression proclaimed no lesser bliss, his body
joining the contortions of his angelic face as he squirmed
enticingly on the bed; his legs kicking with erotic charm as his
limbs also announced the gripping, adolescent catharsis.
My beautiful son had three lavish streams of semen strewn
over his abdomen and chest--alluring reminders of those that had
struck me--and a few lesser ones on his hand. His agitated balls
were still pulled up, sitting alongside his penis.
"Oh, yes! Yeah! Oh, God!" he said breathlessly, closing his
eyes.
He filled the room with the sounds of air rushing in and out
of his young windpipe--potent remnants of his orgasm.
I wiped his semen from my face seconds before his eyes
reopened. I rubbed his chest gently.
Soon he came back to the world, still breathless, a small
grin emerging.
If I'd closed my eyes, I easily could have pictured him as a
toddler, crawling playfully on the floor, looking up at me and
trying to talk. Now he had masturbated for me, his hand and body
desperate to show me what he could do.
"How . . . was that . . . dad?" he asked sweetly, still quite
out of breath.
"I've never seen anything so wonderful," I said in a voice
half-choked with tears, unable to shut off the image of his erect
penis, spurting the essence of his boyhood for me.
"Really?" he said in that awed, captivating tone that defies
description, while his hand gripped and stroked his organ--still
erect and no less aroused-looking than before.
"Yes, really. I don't think many dads have had the honor of
seeing their boys jerk off. And it was so beautiful to see."
"Wow. Honor."
I hardly knew what I was saying, but I was glad I'd said
that. Why shouldn't I feel honored? To have his confident
trust, inviting me to his room to watch him masturbate, was
certainly a rare occurrence--a privilege, in my estimation.
I was caught up in his sexual spell--the potency of his
desire, his needs pulling me in, until I felt in the throes of my
own orgasm, intense, though imagined. I had seen the surprise on
his face when I said 'jerk-off' instead of my usual medical
jargon. The resulting trance brought my face to his, and I
kissed him.
I was aware of the forbidden contact when I pressed hard into
his lips, and electrified when he pressed back.
The sheer force of the sexual jolt I received emptied me of
all care and caution, and, encouraged by his sensual moans, my
tongue gently searched out his lips, which soon opened, and the
two tongues touched in a moment of profound delicacy.
When this renewed the boy's moans, his body folded with
impossible energy, and he grabbed on to me, pulling me
surprisingly tight to his lithe body, hot with urgent desire. So
quick were his responses, my head spun suddenly.
And just as quickly, I placed my mouth on his chest, and
heard Jason's breathing begin to calm.
When my son's hands rested endearingly on top of my head, a
sense of love washed over me so strongly, I felt a union with
him, a blending impossible to define.
"Way, way, cool," he said, as if lost in a vision too
beautiful to voice. He had not lost his sensual edge, receding
though it was.
"That was wonderful," I said, lifting myself from him to be
greeted with his sparkling eyes, bright with hope and happiness,
yet tinged with a sensual glow.
"Awesome," he said, his voice dreamlike.
"Mmmmm," I managed in this moment of incredible bliss.
"Dad," he said so soothingly it startled me, "you're . . .
all wet."
"I am?" I didn't care what was wet. My heart was satisfied
along with my son's body.
"The big one, I mean. It's way wet."
"Oh, my pre-cum," I said lazily.
"Yeah, that." Jason giggled a bit.
"Are you ready for a snack?" I needed a rest badly.
"No, let's do it again."
"Wouldn't you like to wait?" I was surprised that Jason, at
14, would want to come again so quickly. Then again, I was also
surprised at how swiftly his three most powerful streams shot out
of him--one after the other in rapid succession, without a pause
between them.
"Do I hafta wait?" His expression was painful.
I wondered if all 14-year-olds had Jason's sex drive--and I
supposed they did, realizing I could not recall my youthful solo
sexual escapades.
"No, I won't make you wait."
"Okay," he said, stroking himself more slowly, hesitantly.
"I wanna do it . . . with the big one." He turned his head and
stared longingly at my penis.
I wasn't sure what he meant by the reference to my organ, but
I didn't want to question him.
"Wait only if you're sure about it," I said softly, rubbing
his chest.
"The big one's still all wet," Jason said so innocently,
glancing up at me with a cute smile. He was still out of breath.
I didn't see it coming. His semen-slickened hand grasped my
hardness suddenly. His smile turned to a full grin as he gave my
erect penis a few strokes.
"Ohhhhh!" I said. The intense pleasure filled me, gripped
me. I had never been so aroused at a single sexual touch--and of
all things, my son's hand doing the touching.
"Did I make you feel good?" he asked sweetly.
"Yes. Better then I can remember feeling--ever." I shocked
myself with my own words.
"And you wanna wait?" he said, with all the puzzlement of a
young adolescent clearly outlined on his face.
"That would be my choice."
"Wow," he said, in the breathy tone of arousal. "I guess if
you can wait, I can too." His penis remained hard as stone.
"All right." Then I squirmed, prompting him to slide his
hand off my excited flesh. "Did you feel . . . comfortable
touching me that way?"
"I was lovin' it," he said with a smile of youthful abandon.
"I'm so . . . I love you so much, Jason."
"Ahhh," he said, sitting up and grasping his erection, "Love
you too, dad, but I--um, better not wait too long."
"Oh?" I made like I didn't quite understand.
"Yeah, dad," he said with his boyish grin, wincing as he
squeezed his penis, "I'm like really horny." His scrotum was
doing acrobatics--charmingly compact against his body.
"All right. Let's go have some milk or juice and you can
tell me when you need to start again."
"You want me to WALK?"
"Well, that's the idea," I said, grinning at his sex-induced
weakness.
When Jason stood, he fell into me, and I hugged him tightly.
In the kitchen, sipping his juice, my boy came out of his
erotic spell. His sudden guilty grin captured my curiosity.
"I'm sorry dad. It happened so fast, I didn't get to play
with you--with the big one," he said, giggling softly.
The guilt was too strong for me to contemplate his touching
me again sexually. My mind raced for something else to say.
"Well, when you do it later, we'll take our time, and I can
test your sexual responses again, like you wanted."
"Yeah, I still want that," he said, blushing. "It feels
weird to be naked in the kitchen."
I leaned back in my chair and spied his erection.
"One part of you doesn't look like it feels weird."
"Oh! Yeah." He reached down and began touching his penis.
"Just this once, don't touch it, Jase."
"Oh!" he said, pulling his hand away and up to the table,
"Why, dad?"
"Well, first of all, you should feel free to touch whenever
you like, as long as you're alone, or with me."
"Okay," he said, starting to be silly, giggling again.
"But when you touch your penis, it gets just a little less
sensitive--and tonight, you wanted me to test your sexual
responses again."
"Each time I touch it I make it less sensitive?" he said
anxiously.
"No, no. The sensitivity comes right back after a little
while."
"Look how hard I am," he said proudly, standing and coming to
me. His grin was infectious.
As I looked, I saw some remaining semen gleaming in the
light. I glanced up at him.
What I saw in his eyes enthralled me. Proud of his erection,
he had asked for my approval. His eyes pleaded for it. The
wrong praise, or the absence of it, could crush him now.
"It looks VERY big and strong." I gulped and smiled at him,
pushed aside my cautions, and grasped my son's rigid flesh. I
expected stiffness, but his hardness after all this time stunned
me. "You're amazing, Jason. I don't think I've ever been that
hard." I trembled with his very warm penis in my hand.
"Really?" he said, soaking up the compliment.
"Yes." I stopped myself from adding that he was a good-
looking boy. I had told him that before, but I didn't want my
son becoming vain or arrogant. However, I sensed he was getting
to me in ways I was reluctant to repel.
"Wow. I got harder than you! Wow!"
"Yes you did."
"Daaaad?" he said in that sing-song way that always thrilled
me--his voice full of sweet, boyish inquiry.
"Yes?" I said, playing it up for him, looking up expectantly,
my chin resting on my hand. His expression was more serious than
I'd expected.
"You liked watching me jerk off?"
"Yes, Jason. It was very beautiful to see." I could not
bring myself to tell him how he had aroused me.
"Did I . . . look manly?"
"Very manly. I thought you looked like a more mature boy,
the way you went about it. You were very exciting to watch."
"I made your boner jump, too, huh?" he said with a grin that
bordered on mischievous.
"Yes," I said, trying not to blush. I had the feeling he had
this conversation planned. So much for not telling him that he'd
aroused me.
"That's good, right?"
Now he had me in a tough spot. How could I say no? It would
crush his mood, and cast a shadow over sexual enjoyment--and I
would not have my son thinking negatively about sex.
"Yes, I think it's very good."
"We're special because we're close, huh." This time, he
wasn't asking. "We can do lots of stuff other kids don't get to
do with their dads, right?"
"Yes, that's . . . true, son." Now he had me trapped, but I
decided this was HIS time, his moment of pleasure--and frankly,
he was arousing me to the point of no resistance.
"Wow!" he said excitedly, throwing his arms around me. It
was then I realized I was still naked. Jason was, too, so I
supposed it best to stay that way and be quiet about it.
"Do you think you'll be able to get soft soon, so I can test
your responses?"
"Soft?" he said--apparently a concept foreign to my son.
"Yes."
"Um . . . I don't think so, dad."
"All right. I'll use some alternate ways to check your
sexual responses."
"Can we do it now?"
"Well . . ." I wanted to rest more, but my arousal and his
were leading me on, "sure we can."
I felt quite odd with my young son leading me--pulling me by
the hand into his bedroom, especially because he was anxious to
masturbate again in my presence. But his joyous enthusiasm
canceled all shreds of reservation, and I felt eager to join him.
"I'll just be a minute," Jason said, standing at the side of
his bed and looking down at it.
"What are you doing?" I asked gently.
"Reading a history book. You said you wanted me to be soft."
"Oh, that's very good. Don't let me stop you," I said, my
eyes resting on his hairless buttocks. Suddenly, a new world of
erotic ideas flooded me as I eyed the luxurious flesh. My gaze
was torn between Jason's cute rear and my bouncing penis.
"Okay," he said after a minute, "I got a little soft."
"You did very well," I said, looking at his half-hard
boyhood, which aroused me no less than the erect version. I had
a notion it was *more* arousing, with the thought of making his
penis grow and throb to its fullness at the touch of my hand.
"Lie down. Now, stick out your tongue like before."
"Okay."
I dabbed a few fingers on his very wet, warm tongue, and went
to work sliding them gently at the base of his organ. I went
back for more wetness, but his mouth was closed.
"Keep your tongue out."
"I feel weird that way."
"I need more lubrication."
"Othay," he said, attempting to speak with his tongue out.
I spent little time gliding fingers around his corona, and
went for the target--the frenum on the underside of the penis,
where the so-called main nerve was located. I pressed a finger
firmly against it and slid down the hot thing.
"Yeahhhhhooooh!" he squealed, his excited boyhood jumping
upward, hard as could be. Pre-cum shot out of him.
"Very good sexual response!"
"OH! OH! Felt so good!"
"Impressive pre-cum flow, Jason," I said, boldly grasping his
erection and stroking it with his natural fluids.
"OH! Oh, GOD, dad! Yeah! Ah! No, don't stop."
"Your turn."
The boy needed no further prompting. His hand took over and
he began masturbating at fantastic speed. Soon, he slowed and
looked over at my lap. True to his word, he wrapped his free
hand around my excited flesh, and stroked--my own pre-seminal
fluid providing ample lubrication.
"Oh, Jason!"
I was overcome with the sensual feel of Jason stroking me.
The soft, hot feel of his hand filled me with incredible lust.
But the lure of his penis had me concentrating on it--on his
pleasure, while his face and breaths professed the sensations
coursing through him.
I leaned forward, closer, overtaken with fascination of his
enticing stiffness. The boyish scent of him flew into my
nostrils, and I could not get enough of him.
Forbidden or not, my desire for him prevailed.
I grasped Jason's wrist, pulling his determined hand from his
precious prize, and I slid his erection into my mouth, pressing
my tongue hard against the hot flesh as I took all of him.
"Faaaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Urrrrgghhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Even his moans shot me through with erotic shivers. The
taste of his hard penis was thrill enough, but its mounting
pulsation infused me with sexual feelings unsurpassed.
As his hips bucked in the unforeseen pleasure that sent the
boy into waves of ecstasy, I knew I would not stop sucking him.
"Mmmm," I said, deliberately sending delicious vibrations
into his rigid flesh, to be rewarded with his arousing moans.
"ARRRRRRGHHH! YES! Oh, yes! Oh, oh YAHHHHHHHH!"
And he flooded my mouth with the sweet essence of his
magnificent boyhood, the seed of my seed returning to me, my son
giving me the gift of his life-force, incredibly focused on his
gripping orgasm, the climax eliciting high screams of utter
adolescent bliss, and my tongue never so grateful to receive such
agonizingly erotic sensations. I tasted my son's cum!
He had never breathed so desperately, the wrenching squirms
of his body reaching new levels, and as I looked up at him, he
gave me the approval of his ecstatic blissful smile.
The intense gyrations of his hips slowed. His breathing
began to calm. Still, I held his precious organ in my mouth,
tending to it gently with my lips and tongue.
I swallowed his warm, frothy outpourings, thrilled with the
sweet taste of him. I was certain this was an addictive nectar.
My body throbbed with each swallow of my son's exquisite semen--
warm, fresh, and alive to the taste.
"Oh! Oh, God, dad! This is so good! That is so hot! I
never . . . oh! You made me feel so good."
I was not about to release his hot flesh, even when he
returned to my penis, and stroked me diligently.
I was not shocked, nor did I want him to stop. I could not
have imagined a more exciting occurrence--my son stroking my
manhood as I sucked his hard boy-flesh.
It was the most powerful climax of my life. I screamed
during sex for the first time. And this was sex. I had had sex
with my son, and was still having it as the last of my semen
splattered noisily against his smooth body.
"Oh, YEAH! I did it with the big one! And I got him to
come!" Jason shouted, his unforgettable smile sending more
voluptuous feelings shooting through me. "This is so good!"
My tongue wiggled on his warm erection, consumed as I was
with the joy I felt. His penis went into a long hard spasm.
"AH! OH! No--stop dad! Eeeerrrrggg!"
"Stop?"
"Oh, God! It's just . . . too much or something."
And I kissed him. I could not have prevented it, and had no
desire to restrain myself.
I wondered how long it would be before he would ask to do the
same to me--to return the oral pleasure that I so willingly,
desperately gave to him.
More urgent in my lustful state of mind--in my impossible
desire for Jason--I longed to know how long it would be before he
became aroused and wanted me to do this to him again.
Dennis B.
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Any comments would be great!
That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading.
Please let me know what you think. :-) --Dennis.
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