Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2004 17:45:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Thompson <txcoach12000@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Josh  Part One

DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of
sexual activities between teenage boy and a man. If you are not over 18
years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!


My Son Josh -- Part 1


You know how it is.  After everything is over and you have time to think,
you come up with a thousand different ways you wish you had reacted.  But
without any thought or warning you find yourself in the midst of an amazing
situation and you just react.  Before I tell you the situation, let me tell
you about the people involved.

My name is James.  I am 43 years old and divorced.  I have been actively
bi-sexual since the age of 15.  During the years of my marriage, I was
exclusively heterosexual and my only partner was my wife.  She however fell
in love with her boss and left me to marry him.  We had one son, Josh.  He
was 8 when we divorced and she got custody.  I get him one weekend a month,
two weeks during the summer and on holidays as the schedule gets worked
out.

Josh is now 15.  Although I only get to see him once a month, I have
enjoyed watching him grow up.  He is becoming a nice looking young man.  He
stands about 5'10" tall and still growing.  He weighs about 160 lbs with
brown hair and blue eyes.  In spite of his good looks I have never thought
about him in a sexual way until the situation that I talked about at the
beginning.

It was one of Josh's regular weekend visits.  We have a great relationship.
Although we really didn't do anything special this visit, it had been
enjoyable for both of us.  It was his last night and I was trying to get
everything ready for him to go back to his mom.  She bitched if I sent him
home with dirty laundry.  We had sat up late watching movies.  After the
last one went off, Josh headed to bed.  I stayed up to finish the laundry.
It was almost an hour later when the last load was done and everything was
folded.  I decided to slip into his room and put all his things in his
duffle bag.  I knew he would be asleep, but I would be quiet.  That's when
it all happened.

I opened the door and the light from the hallway flooded into the room.  As
it did it revealed an image that is now burned permanently into my mind and
my imagination.  Josh was completely naked, stretched out on the bed
stroking his hard cock.  Everything seemed to freeze for just a few
moments.  It was truly one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.

He, though, immediately jumped to his feet and tried to cover his hard cock
with his hands.  He also started saying over and over that he was sorry.  I
still do not understand why he was insistent on apologizing.  I told him
that he didn't need to apologize.  I was the one that had just walked in
without knocking first.  I told him I thought he was already asleep and
that I should have knocked to make sure.  I quickly put the things down
beside his duffle and turned to leave.  Looking at him standing there with
his hands over his still hard member and upset, I said again that I was
very sorry for walking in without knocking and that he had not done
anything wrong.  I closed the door behind me.

It didn't take but a moment until I was wishing I had handled it all
differently.  I had wanted to take him in my arms and comfort him.  I knew
he was upset and I wanted to comfort him but I was afraid it would make him
even more uncomfortable since he was naked and hard.  I just didn't want
him upset or feeling like he had done anything wrong.

Then my mind began to consider everything I had seen.  A very attractive
young guy totally naked and stroking what appeared to be a 6.5 or 7 inch
cut cock.  With that my lust began to rise and for the first time I was
thinking of my son as a sexual being.  Suddenly I was thinking again about
having him in my arms, but this time not to comfort him.  I wanted to touch
his slim muscular body.  I wanted to run my hands all over him.  I started
thinking about what it would be like to wrap my hand around that hard cock
of his and stroke his cock for him.  I even started thinking about how
awesome it would be to suck his cock for him...maybe even be the first to
give him a blow job.  I imagined what his cum would taste like as it filled
my mouth and throat.

Before I knew it I was standing in the hallway with my own fully erect cock
pushing for more room inside my pants.  At least I don't think I got hard
in his room, did I?  No matter...right now I was hard as a rock thinking
about sex with my 15 year old son.  Do I go back in?  What do I say?  How
can I make this happen?

Finally I just went to bed and jerked off to the most awesome orgasm I had
experienced in a very long time.

The next morning, Josh was slow coming out of his room for breakfast.  I
knew that this was going to be awkward, but I was determined to talk to him
about it.  He finally came out and sat down at the table.  I put his
breakfast in front of him but he would not look at me.  After sitting in
painful silence for a while, I finally broke the ice.

"Look, we have to talk about last night.  I know you may not want to but we
have to.  We can't just leave things as they are."

He cut his eyes up at me for a moment and then looked back down, so I
started again.

"I don't know why you felt you had to apologize last night because you did
not do anything wrong.  Masturbating, or jerking off, or whatever you want
to call it is extremely normal for guys, especially guys your age.  All
guys jerk off.  What you were doing was perfectly normal.  I was the one
that should apologize for walking into your bedroom without knocking first.
I really thought you were asleep, but I should never take anything for
granted and I should give you all the privacy you need, especially now that
you are at this stage of your life."  He still wasn't looking at me.  "Do
you understand what I am saying to you?"

With that he looked up at me.  It looked like there were tears in his eyes.
"Do you really not think what I was doing is wrong?" he asked.

"No," I said, "Has someone told you it was wrong?"

"Well, not exactly, but they seemed to say it with the way they talked
about it" he said.

"Who is `they'?" I asked.

"My stepdad and the preacher at the church" he answered.

"Hell, both of them probably jerk off more than you do" I laughed.

"You think so?" he asked.  "Older guys like them don't do it, do they?"

"Hell yes they do.  Guys start as soon as they discover it feels good and
they don't stop until they just can't do it any more" I answered.

"Do you do it?" he asked looking straight into my eyes.

Here was the moment of truth.  "Of course I do" I answered.

"Really?"  he asked.

"Yes, really" I answered.

"How often do you do it?" he asked.

"Well, probably not as often as you but several times a week.  How often do
you do it?" I asked.

He ducked his head and answered quietly, "Every day."

"That would have been my guess.  It was what I did when I was your age."

He looked at me and grinned.  "For real?"

"Yeah, why do you find it so hard to believe that your old man use to be a
horny boy just like you?  In fact, I can still be a horny boy sometimes," I
said grinning back at him.

"Just never thought about you and jerking off in the same thought I guess"
he said still grinning.

"Well, I never thought about you and jerking off in the same thought
either, until last night anyway" I said and winked at him.

He grinned and said "shut up, dad."

It was quiet for a little bit and then he looked at me and asked "where do
you usually jerk off at?"  "Well, usually in my bed at night before I go to
sleep.  But sometimes I do it in the shower or in front of the television
watching porn."

"You have porn?" his face lit up as he asked.

"Whoa, guy, I don't keep it here.  I borrow it or rent it sometimes."

"Oh" he said, looking disappointed.

"Where do you usually jerk off at?" I asked.

"Always in the bathroom, sometimes in the shower, sometimes just standing
in front of the mirror, sometimes on the john.  Last night was my first
time to try it laying in bed.  I can't do that at home because I have to
share the room with that bratty little stepbrother."

"Well, next time you come to visit I will leave a towel in your room so you
can do it there."

"What's the towel for?" he asked.

"To clean the cum up with.  What do you usually use?" I asked.

"Usually use toilet paper in the bathroom.  Last night I just used the
t-shirt I had taken off."  That was my first indication that he had
finished jerking off after the interruption.

"Well, you had better leave that t-shirt with me to wash.  Your mom might
have questions if she finds that dried cum."

"I didn't think about that," he said. "Thanks, dad.  You are really being
cool about all this."

"What can I say, I am just a cool dad," I said and winked at him again.

He changed the subject to other ways that I was cool.  We never went back
to the topic again.  Things were much more relaxed the rest of the day.  I
dropped him back off at his mom's place, drove back home, got the t-shirt
and popped another massive load as I smelled and sucked my son's cum out of
that shirt.