Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 16:16:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 5
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My Son Drives Me Crazy - Chapter 5
by Dennis Banneker
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MY SON DRIVES ME CRAZY, by Dennis Banneker
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John Millerson, 34
Jason Millerson, 14
Kevin Walsch, 14
Carl Mueller, M.D., 35
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"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.
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CHAPTER 5
~~~ FOR ART R. ~~~
"Wow--that was so good, dad," Jason said excitedly, still
panting. His grin warmed the chill of guilt that tried to creep
in, but I sensed he needed reassurance.
I had pulled away and was staring at his lips, knowing that
our kisses had served to emphasize the forbidden nature of our
acts. Somehow, Jason realized where I was looking and knew what
my thoughts.
"I loved our kisses, dad. That was the best!" he said, his
long fingers touching my arm in an act of reassurance. The son
comforting the father. My chest heaved with the tears that
wanted to escape. Being so open, Jason brought down all my
defenses.
"I was worried about that," I said plainly, never dreaming I
could be this candid with Jason.
"I could sorta tell," he said, smiling. "I really liked it."
This he said with such sincerity, looking me right in the eye,
his expression innocent. It was obvious he was doing his best to
calm my fears.
And I cried. I had enough control to keep my chest from
heaving, but the tears flowed. What Jason had just done touched
me to the core.
"Thanks, Jason," I said softly, wiping my eyes.
"Dad--are you . . . sorry that--"
"No, no. I'm not sorry--not at all."
"Okay," he said, all cheerful again. "How long do we wait
this time?"
How quickly a boy changed moods.
"Wait?"
"Yeah," Jason said with a silly grin, "until we do it again.
You know."
"Two times wasn't enough for you? You want MORE?"
"Well--two times is enough, but you got me so . . . horny."
"Maybe I should get you UN-horny."
"You're funny, dad. I don't think you can do that," my son
said, giggling.
"Hmmmm, maybe not." I raised an eyebrow, making his giggles
turn to laughter. I hoped to distract him from any more sex, but
a part of me knew I would yield to him. At least tonight.
"I made you come," he said with a beautiful innocent blush,
looking down at the bed suddenly.
"Yes, you did. And it was the best climax I've ever had."
"You mean it?"
"Yes," I said, feeling the heat in my face.
"You're blushing, dad," Jason said with a sense of awe. "Are
you ashamed?"
"No--never think that. I'm just getting used to all this."
Yesterday, this question would have devastated me.
"Cool. Me, too. But, um--I wanted you to test my responses
more."
"What do you mean, son?"
"You know--touch me . . . in different places."
"Oh," I said simply, being careful not to alarm him or arouse
his suspicions of where I was going with this. I had a feeling
there was more behind Jason's desires than his own imaginings.
"What places did you have in mind?"
"Well . . . um, I thought maybe--"
But the boy couldn't bring himself to say it--whatever it was
he wanted.
"Did you change your mind?" I found his red face charming.
"No--well, maybe I'll show you later."
"Okay. I think we both need a snack." 'Later' was the word
I was hoping for.
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically.
In the kitchen, in our robes that I had insisted we wear, it
was easier to talk--away from Jason's bedroom and what we had
done there. I was making hamburgers for the two of us.
"So, these other places you wanted me to touch--did you get
ideas from Kevin?"
"N-not really," he said nervously. "I was . . . surfing the
web, and--you're not gonna be mad, are you?" Jason's expression
approached panic.
"No, Jase. I know you're growing up. You need to explore,
to know what's out there in the world. I'll help you sort out
the good from the bad."
"Okay. I saw pics of guys doing stuff to each other. I
saved the ones I liked. Is that okay?"
"That's fine--as long as you never show them to anyone but
me."
Jason's shocked reaction surprised me.
"You? You mean . . . you wanna SEE 'em?"
"Yes--if you want to share them with me."
"I never thought--I mean, sure!" Jason stood up.
"Thanks for being eager, Jase. But, let's eat our burgers,
first."
"Oh, yeah. Right."
"So, in your room, when you said you would show me, you
didn't mean showing me the pictures?"
"Oh," he said, swallowing a mouthful of food, "I was gonna
. . . sorta have you touch me . . . you know."
"I see. That's fine." I didn't quite understand.
Sitting at the table, eating with Jason, I was calm, relaxed.
But when he led me back to his room to show me the pictures he'd
saved, I began to tense. What was I getting myself into? I
hadn't promised anything. I knew I could always say no--but that
didn't suit the mood of the evening.
Jason had eight pictures saved. They showed nipple sucking,
ball sucking, even armpit and foot sucking. But when my son
brought up four pictures of anal licking and tongue penetration,
I trembled.
"See, dad? That looks soooo hot."
"Well--I never saw--I never knew about this."
"But you'd do it, right?" he said with supreme confidence.
But my son was blushing badly.
I began to realize--slowly--there was a whole world of this
stuff--not just on the net, but in real life--boys or men wanting
to do this with my son. Given Jason's high potency and
attractiveness, it would happen sooner and not later, I imagined.
I had to conclude that my doing these things to Jason would
be far preferable to some stranger doing them. As for me, it was
easier to think of doing those things FOR Jason.
"Yes, Jason. I'd do it." I gulped.
My resolve weakened. Maybe this wasn't right. Maybe . . .
"Now?"
"No. You need a rest." That was part truth. I could not
verbalize further.
"Yeah," Jason said, exhaling, "I guess." He was tired.
Surprisingly, Jason went to bed right after that. And I was
so exhausted, I fell asleep quickly.
We both woke up groggy Sunday morning. In my dulled state, I
made breakfast in a daze and we ate without incident or much
conversation, except we acknowledged "the good time we had last
night." I withheld my guilt. Dressing for church was a blur.
I had found the perfect place of worship. There was no
criticism, condemnation, nor judging of others. The good that
people could do was the central theme. Everyone was gladly
received and comfortable there. Even a naked man was welcomed,
and others took of their own garments and gave to him. It was
always crowded. The congregation included people from all
lifestyles and persuasions. All were accepted as fellow humans.
As usual, I asked Jason if he wanted to attend with me or go
to the school section, where most of the children gathered. I
felt he had a right to choose. Usually, he liked to stay with
me, but today he chose the school.
Soon we were driving home. Jason was antsy. I never
questioned him about what he'd done or what transpired during
that hour, as all worship and discussion was supposed to be
private, not trumpeted or worn as a badge.
I struggled for a while with the budding sexual relationship
between me and Jason. Certain ideas in the sermon and those from
weeks past began to hit home--freedom in love, caring, nurturing,
and that any sincere loving act will always turn out for the
good.
In an instant, my guilt began to fade. I felt free. Guilt
is a terrible thing. The loss of it was wonderful.
We chatted about baseball and what we might have for supper.
Jason seemed talkative enough, but something was on his mind. I
knew he would bring it out eventually.
Basking in my new sense of love and freedom, I had to voice
it to my son.
"Jason--I'm very proud of you."
"You are?"
"Yes. You're learning to have sex like an adult--you're open
to new ideas and you explore them. You did very well last night.
I could learn from you to enjoy sex more. I feel so good about
it all now." Jason lit up with excitement.
"Dad! That's so cool!"
"You understood?"
"Yeah," he said, looking up at me with that timid expression
that told me he was about to try something new. "I was worried
about that," he added, using my words from the night before.
He was so damn cute, I wanted to pull him inside me and hold
him there forever. We became two silly boys grinning at each
other--and we knew why we were grinning. I felt so much more a
part of him now.
"No need to worry any more, son," I said, sliding my hand up
his leg--just enough to be warm but not sexual.
"Dad, I'm so happy, and I can tell you are, too--this is so
cool!" he said rapidly, as if it had to come out in one lump.
His enthusiasm flowed into me.
When we got home, I went to my bedroom as always to change
clothes. In seconds, Jason came in and stood by.
"Well, hello," I said, smiling, noticing he had already
removed his tie and good shirt.
"Hi, dad. I wanted to be with you."
"And here you are." My smile could have lit the room.
"Dad," he said, rubbing a bulge in his pants, there's this
cute boy--that's why I wanted to go to school section. I wanted
to see him. I didn't knew he would get a boner! I saw under his
desk. It made me horny."
"That explains it--why you were antsy in the car."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I think you know," I said, making him blush.
Instead of changing my clothes, I removed them all, save my
underwear.
"Dad, what are you doing?" he said innocently, scratching
himself.
"What I've been wanting to do for a long time. And you can
learn from this experience."
"Aw, not another LEARNING thing, dad!"
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Jason's face,
twisted oddly, had a cuteness impossible to describe. His wide
eyes stared at me, as if to burn out of my brain any thought of
teaching or learning. When he widened his eyes like that, they
were so big and new-looking, there was no mistaking that these
were very young eyes.
"Put your arms up," I said, a softness in my voice getting
Jason's attention. I peeled off his undershirt and Jason lowered
his arms.
"I didn't say to LOWER your arms," I said, welcoming the
silly mood that slipped in suddenly. "Come on, arms up! Stretch
your body! Stand at attention."
My son gave me the 'you gotta be kidding' look, but my
childish grin soon canceled that. We both sensed something
different and good was in the air.
"Stretch more, Jason. Be a man!"
The sudden challenge to his manhood made him very compliant.
Jason was dutifully stretched, his arms pointing to the ceiling,
torso bent slightly backward, making his tummy stick out.
"Booop!" I said, flicking his belly button with a finger.
"AH!" Come on, dad! That hurts."
"Oh, all right," I said, dropping to my knees, giving him a
raspberry on his alluring little navel. The sound alone was
comical. I felt free as a nine-year-old and was having as much
fun. I also felt a thrill--on my knees in front of my son.
"DAAaaaaaad! That tickles!" he said, jerking his body away.
I stuck my tongue out at him and the boy lost it, becoming a
puddle on the floor, heaving with boyish laughter. I helped him
up. We both giggled. There was a distinct sense of mutual
approval and encouragement that underlay our silliness.
Without a doubt, this was the best moment of my life. If my
heart stopped beating, I would die happy--knowing that, at least
once, I was genuinely open, honest, and carefree with my son.
Something caught in my throat as this emotion flooded in.
When I undid his belt buckle, Jason's eyes widened for a
different reason.
"Dad!" he said in that whispery adventurous tone that gave me
a throb, down below.
Neither of us were accustomed to this, but I was content on
my knees, staring at him.
When his belt came undone so easily, I marveled. I'd
forgotten how much smaller everything is on a boy his age. His
belt, the buckle, the tiny waistline, even the zipper, had a
pristine quality that became exotic, sensual, stirring.
I was undressing my son! I couldn't remember the last time
I'd done this, but now it excited us as never before. His arms,
hanging down at his sides, away from his body, was my son's
permission to proceed. I welcomed the sexual element that
entered in when I unbuttoned his trousers and began to slide the
zipper down.
Jason's face flushed softly, his expression sweet with
anticipation. I imagined his heart beat faster now.
Before I could pull them down, my son's pants fell
effortlessly to the floor. I looked up at him again. There was
a sensuality, a raw pubescent lust in his smile. This gave a
final throb to my penis, now in a powerful state of erection.
Looking at Jason's briefs, I knew he was hard--subtle thrusts
of his steel-like weapon completing the image of a boy in heat.
I grasped the cloth that held his beautiful organs.
"Oh, dad."
With my other hand, I pulled Jason to me, my lips desperate
to press into his chest, and I squeezed them against the firm
structure of him, the strong bones and hot skin reminding me that
this exquisite creature was an echo of my own selfhood, thrilling
me beyond words.
My hands slid to his lower back, caressing him fully now,
aware of the sensual posture as his body delighted my cheek while
his penis throbbed into my chest through the thin cloth.
"I love you, Jason," I said, grasping the diminutive briefs
that covered his excitement.
"Oh, God, dad--yes," he said breathlessly, giving impetus to
my movements.
"Yes."
"OH!" he said when my teeth gripped the waistband of his
underwear while my hands entered the privacy of my son's
backside, sliding into this intimate zone below the waistline to
adore the two cushions of round flesh.
I slid the fresh-smelling white garment in this way, my hands
taking in the warm firmness in sleek posterior, my teeth
stretching his briefs outward to avoid snagging the pride of his
manly spike.
Jason's underarms felt my strong hands come up under them,
supporting him as he stepped out of his underpants.
I stood up to admire the magnificence of my son's boyhood.
In a flash, Jason dropped to his knees--in a great hurry to
pull down my boxers. He grasped my erection, his other hand
wrapping around my legs. I did not dare disturb this moment.
My son knew something had changed, and clearly wanted to hold
on to it--for the first time, he'd felt free to do what he wanted
to me and hadn't paused to ask. Yes, he knew things were
different, better now.
"On your back," I said, pointing to the bed.
Wordlessly, Jason complied. I reveled in the boy's happy
face as I approached the bed. When our eyes caught, our hearts
caught also, and much passed silently between us.
I put my body into a pushup position, hovering above his
slender frame, the heat of him invading me, even at a distance.
My son's open mouth and expectant expression formed an icon of
sexuality that burned into me. His was the perfect blush of
youthful sexual craving--deceptively calm, until you dared touch
the inflamed boyhood, unleashing the storm of unspent desire.
I stayed in that pose, grateful for my many workouts, my
muscles tense, bulging, excited with the boy's open stare.
"You look hot, dad," he said, his voice choked with need.
Bending my arms, I descended to him, pressing my lips to his,
enchanted with his sharp breath and boyish scent. Jason squirmed
as my mouth explored his neck, tongue lapping over the soft skin.
"Oh!" he said, moaning as I grazed his ear, a jolt of his
body evidence of Jason's heightened senses. Indeed, we were
going higher now, entering a new realm of love and tender bodily
sensations as my tongue slid across his open lips.
"Yes," I said, breathing into the welcoming cave of his
pretty mouth, his breaths overflowing with adolescent hunger.
Hips still raised above his body, I reached under to place my
hand on the youthful erection and the puddle of pre-cum that
surrounded it. I relished his rapid breaths, removed my hand,
lowering my hips until the two similar penises kissed.
"Oh, God! Dad!"
But I let his anxious flesh wait and slid down his muscles,
staring at his perfect tiny nipples, already hardened with
excitement, adoring them with my lips, tongue, teasing with
gentle bites, the pressure there causing Jason to lift from the
bed.
"Oh! Uh! UH!" he said, his breaths more urgent now.
"So beautiful," I said, repeating the sweet torture on his
other nipple, making the boy moan and wriggle, awash as he was in
unbearable pleasure.
When I invaded Jason's underarms, he exploded with screams
and a wild scramble of flailing limbs, grasping at the very air
for release from this detonation of impulses that coursed through
his startled fair form.
Having remembered all that he showed me, I lifted my son's
smooth slender legs, revealing his tender mounds.
"Ohhh," he moaned, mindful, no doubt, of all he'd shown me.
His precious scream thrilled me as my tongue made its first
gentle invasion of the cleft between his luscious cheeks, the
incredible heat adding nerve to my endeavor.
Soon, Jason's vigorous, puerile screams testified to his
sexuality as my tongue lavished the perfection of his little
opening, which I vowed to keep virgin until my son cultivated a
craving for that ultimate intimacy, knowing he might never ask
this of me.
"Dad! Oh! . . . . It's . . . so good!" he shouted, his
boyish higher voice heavenly music to which he might absorb this
special bliss.
As he writhed on the bed, soaking in the explosion of
uniquely male ecstasy, my mouth engulfed his balls, and the
trembling boy pointed his legs to the ceiling, in an arousing
display of captivating adolescent excitement.
I let his legs fall and my tongue traced a path to the base
of his penis, which I licked softly, making my way to the head of
Jason's pleasure, the reddened tip bouncing energetically, my son
thrusting his hips upward, desperate for his long-awaited
release.
"Oh! DAD! . . . . Suck me!"
I slid my eager mouth upon his manhood, taking all of him
with a slow downward movement, waiting just a moment before I
stroked upward and flicked my tongue along the tight hot flesh.
"Aarwwww! Oh, YES!"
Gently I sucked him, gradually speeding the pace and felt the
throbs of his being pulsate on my tongue. I was delirious for
his crowning moment, anxious to pour in all the sexual energy I
wanted to give him for so long.
I brought my fingers to the tight knot of his scrotum.
"OH! Oh, dad, I'm coming! Uh! Wraaughhhhh!"
And I felt his first colossal spasm, a massive spurt of his
boyhood essence, bathing my mouth in the utter fury of his fiery
climax.
"Yywwreeeeeeeeee!" he screamed, his voice a squeak as I
ejaculated on the sheet below--his warm pulsating cream
overwhelming to my unsuspecting senses.
"Come. Come, sweet boy," I said, stroking him, enraptured in
the glory of his frenetic shouts and the extravagant jets of
semen streaming high into the air--throwing my mouth upon him
once more to feel the joy and power of my son's fountain of
youth.
I would make him come again, give him what he needed, but I
would respect him and never force anything on my precious boy--
this wonderful being that was actually my son. The thought
brought me to tears, and I cried into his pubic hair, hoping he
would know they were happy tears, knowing he could not possibly
understand.
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*** New Story: "The Sexual Adventures of Superbboy." ***
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 4, 2006
Ages of Main Characters: High school ages.
The Boy from Kryppton gets a sexual awakening after
the doctor says he no longer needs to avoid phys. ed.
and can let others see him naked in the showers.
Then the fun begins.
#20 NIFTY - Celebrity.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
*** New Story: "Kevin's Horny High School Days..." ***
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. October 9, 2006
Ages 12 to 17.
An innocent boy (Kevin) finds his way through
a maze of developing sexual desires in his
new school.
#19 NIFTY - High School.
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Chapter 18 posted APPROX. Sept. 27, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "SPECIAL SALE." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman* gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
*I should say, 'salesboy.'
- Last post APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Third post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
MEDICAL EXAMS (NEW)
4. Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
- Third post APPROX. June 23, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
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5. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Sixth post APPROX. June 26, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
6. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Fifth post APPROX. June 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Third post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
9. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. July 1, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES
See also "Medical Exams" (above)
Except for #10, each of my Adult-Youth stories involve a
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the adult. The age gap is relatively small--usually
no more than 5 to 11 years age difference.
10. Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 16, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
11. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
12. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart
(A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. May 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
13. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender; dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 12, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
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"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
14. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far
--I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
15. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
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16. Howling from the Reform School Basement
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Second post APPROX. June 9, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
17. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
18. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
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