Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 08:19:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Thompson <txcoach12000@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Josh - Part 3

DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of
sexual activities between teenage boys 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 3

Suddenly I was more sexual than I had been in years.  With the visions of
my fifteen year old son Josh naked and stroking, my jerk off sessions had
been much more intense.  Now I had actually sucked and been sucked by his
fourteen year old friend.  While I had always known I was attracted to
other men, I had never really thought about sex with a young boy until that
night I walked in on Josh.  Now one week later I had actually done it but
with one of his best friends.

After Brad left that day, I immediately began to worry that he might
actually tell someone what we had done.  He might even tell Josh.  I know
we had agreed he wouldn't tell anyone, but what if he did?  And what if it
was Josh that he told?  Part of me feared that the most while another part
of me kind of hoped that he would.  What if he told Josh and Josh decided
he wanted to do it with me too?  I had fantasized so many times now what it
would be like to suck my son's cock and have him suck mine.  Maybe do even
more than that together.  Damn, I have become such a horny man.  All I
could think about was those two boys.

On Sunday afternoon, the day after my experience with Brad, the doorbell
rang.  I opened it to find Brad standing there.

"Hey, Mr. W, okay if I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, noticing that he wasn't sporting that big smile he usually
had.  "What's up?"

"Nothing really," he answered.  "I wanted to kind of see how you were
feeling after yesterday."

"I'm fine," I responded.  "How are you feeling about it all? Having some
bad thoughts or guilt?"

"No, not me.  I was worried that you would be regretting what had happened
or maybe even be mad at me for kinda making it happen."

I couldn't help but laugh.  "You think that you made it happen?  I think I
had something to do with that."

"See, I was afraid that you would think that you had taken advantage of me
and feel guilty about it," he said.

"Well, on some levels that may be true.  But I think we both did what we
wanted to do yesterday.  Didn't we?" I asked.

"I know I did," he said with a grin.  "And I enjoyed myself very, very
much."

"Well, I definitely had a good time myself," I said smiling back at him.

"Any chance we could do it again sometime?" he asked with a twinkle in his
eye.

"When did you have in mind?" I asked, winking at him.

"Well, I have some time right now if you do," he said with a devilish look.

"Seems like I am free for a little while," I responded.

With that he moved over in front of me and reached out and cupped my crotch
in his hand as he leaned in for a kiss.  I wrapped my arms around him and
pulled him close as our mouths opened and our tongues began to battle each
other.

"Damn, for a fourteen year old he was a fast learner and mover" I thought
to myself.

We stood there kissing and holding each other for several minutes and then
he began to pull my t-shirt up over my head.  After he had my shirt off he
began to run his hands all over my chest and stomach.  I pulled his shirt
up and over his head and began to run my hands over his warm flesh.  I
leaned over and began to kiss and lick his nipples.  He let out a low moan.
When I stood back up he immediately went for my nipples.  I love to have my
nipples played with.  As he sucked my nipples he began to push my shorts
and underwear down.  He reached inside and pulled my hard cock free.  He
stroked it with one hand as he pushed my shorts to the floor with the
other.  He knelt in front of me and held my cock as he licked around the
head and then took it into his mouth.  Before I knew it he had my cock
buried down his throat.  Damn this kid is good.  Second time to suck and he
is already deep throating.

I let him suck for a while and then I stood him up, took his hand and led
him to my bedroom.  I kissed him and then undressed him.  I then lay down
and pulled him onto the bed with me.  We cuddled and kissed and then we lay
there together just holding each other.  I began to kiss and lick my way
down his body. I made sure not to miss any part of him.  It was such a turn
on; this smooth, hot young boy; bathing him with my tongue; running my
hands all over his body.  Now I was at his beautiful cock.  It was about
6.5" cut and average thickness.  It had a great shape with a nice mushroom
head.  A nice size set of balls that were completely hairless naturally.
He had a small but nice brown patch of pubes.  It was very nice to look at
but looking was not what I wanted to do right now.  I took it in my hand,
stroked it a couple of times and then began to suck it into my mouth and
down my throat.  I loved his moans as he enjoyed this new found pleasure.
I held it down my throat and felt it throb; my nose buried in his pubes and
my chin against his balls.

I sucked him for a while but slowed down whenever I thought he might be
getting close to cumming.  I wanted this to last and there were things I
wanted to do.  I moved from his cock to his balls and began to lick and
suck on them.  He moaned at that too.  I gave detailed attention to each
one.  Then without saying anything to him I began to lick down below his
balls.  I spread his legs out and raised his ass up some,

"Oh, Oh, what are you going Mr. W?" he asked trying to catch his breath.

I didn't answer.  I just kept going.  I spread his ass cheeks so that I
could see his hole.  He looked clean and smelled okay.  I ran my tongue
over his rosebud.  This elicited a very load moan from him.  When I pushed
my tongue inside he responded more verbally.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" he screamed.

I kept fucking him with my tongue and he kept responding.  I buried my
tongue as far as it would go.  I got his hole as wet as I possibly could.
I then began to slide a finger into him.  He didn't say anything at first
but then I felt him tighten.

"Oh wait.  It hurts" he whispered as he gritted his teeth.

"Just relax," I said, not moving my finger.  I moved up and began kissing
him and running my other hand through his hair.  "Just relax.  You have to
get use to it.  It starts to feel better."

He looked at me and smiled, but then his expression change to serious as he
asked, "Are you going to fuck me?"

"I am just going to show you some other ways that men can pleasure each
other.  We will not do anything that you don't want to do.  I will never
force anything on you.  Some things will hurt at first but I promise the
feeling changes and you really do start to enjoy it," I coached him.

By now he had relaxed.  "How does it feel now?" I asked.

"It feels okay now," he answered.

"I am going to keep slowly working it into you.  Let me know when it starts
to hurt and I will pause again.  If it hurts too much I will stop," I said.

It took some time and some patience but eventually I had my finger buried
all the way inside him.  I began to move it back and forth, fucking him
with my finger.  After a little time he moaned and said, "Oh yeah. That
feels great!"  His cock was as hard as ever and he was pushing his ass back
into my hand as I continued to finger fuck him.

I reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube.

"What's that?" he asked.

"This will make things easier for you," I answered.

I lubed up his hole and made sure my fingers were covered and started
sliding two fingers into him.  He tensed up once but I waited for him to
relax and then proceeded to push both fingers all the way in.  I now fucked
him with two thick fingers.  I reached deep inside him and found his
prostate.  He really began to moan as I played with it.

At one point he opened his eyes, looked straight at me and said, "Please
fuck me.  I want to feel your cock inside me."

"Are you sure?" I asked.  I wanted to but I didn't want to force him.

"Yes," was all he said.

I put more lube on his ass and then lubed up my cock.  I wasn't sure what
position to try this in.  I rolled him onto his side and got behind him.  I
lined my cock up with his hole.  "When you feel me pushing in, push out
like you were taking a shit."  I then began to push.

I felt my cock begin to enter him and then suddenly I was just inside.  I
geld it there for a minute.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He just nodded.  I could tell he was in some pain so I waited.

"Okay, go further now," he instructed me.

I pushed a little further.  After several minutes and several pauses, I
told him that I was all the way inside.

"Awesome," he whispered.

I held it there and then slowly began to fuck in and out of him.  He
grunted each time I pushed inside, but soon those grunts turned to moans of
pleasure.  As he enjoyed it more and more I turned him back on his back and
put his legs up on my shoulder.  I love fucking like this so I can see the
guy's face and even kiss him as I fuck him.  Now I was looking into the
face of this wonderful young boy, realizing that I was the first to do all
this with him.  I was so turned on I had to keep slowing down to make this
last.  He thought I was doing that for him and would tell me to keep going.
I finally told him what I was doing.  He just smiled and said, "Cool."

At one point he got this look on his face and the next thing we knew he was
shooting cum all over himself.

As he came and his ass tightened down on my cock, I began to shoot my load
as well.

"Nobody was even touching me but I came anyway!" he said in a questioning
way.

"Yeah.  That happens when you get really, really turned on," I explained.

"Well, I was definitely turned on," he grinned.

"Me too," I said as I leaned over and kissed him.  We lay there until my
softened cock slipped out of him.

"That was fucking awesome!" he exclaimed.

I was glad he had enjoyed it so much.  I know I did.

"Let's just lay here for a while and then you will need to take a shit to
get rid of some of that load I gave you.  You can take a shower after
that," I said.

We lay there cuddling and talking.  I again told him that he had to keep
all this just between the two of us.

"No problem there.  Like I said, the only person I would even think about
telling is Josh and I know I can't do that.  Can I tell him what I have
done but just not tell him who I did it with?" he asked.

"Do you think he would be okay with knowing that you were having sex with
another guy?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm not sure.  I think we are such good friends that he wouldn't judge me.
He hasn't ever said anything bad about gay guys," he answered.

"There's a big difference between not saying anything bad and being okay
with your friend, or especially your dad, telling you that they are gay," I
said.

"So you are really gay, Mr. W?" he asked looking into my eyes.

"Well, I consider myself bi," I answered.  "But obviously I enjoy being
with a hot guy."

"You think I am hot?" he asked with a grin.

"I certainly do," I replied.  "You are a very nice looking young man."

"I have always thought about doing all these things but never thought I
would ever get the chance to," he said.  "I am so glad that the first guy I
did anything with was you.  You are cool, you are very nice looking and you
are a great teacher."

"Well thanks.  You are the very first young guy that I have ever done
anything like this with.  I'm glad I can help you out and enjoy myself so
much in the process!" I said.  "But you have been here a while and your
folks may begin to wonder where you are.  Let's get you cleaned up.  There
will be more opportunities for this in the future."

"You really want to get with me again?" he asked.

"Of course I do.  After all, there is at least one more thing you haven't
experienced that I want to be the first one to show you," I answered.

"What's that?" he asked with a huge grin.

"Well, you now know what it is like to get fucked, but you haven't
experienced fucking yet.  Have you?" I asked.

"No, I haven't ever fucked a guy or a girl.  Are you going to let me fuck
you?" he asked wide-eyed.

"Well, that was what I had in mind.  You think you are up to it?" I asked
already knowing the answer.

"Hell yes!" he declared.

"I thought so.  We will plan on it next time then.  But now you need to get
cleaned up and get home.  You don't want your folks to come over here
looking for you, do you?" I asked.

"They don't even know where I am," he answered.

"Well, let's get you cleaned up and out of here anyway.  Don't want them
calling out the cops," I said as I led him to the bathroom.



I will try to have the next part out soon.  For those who are wanting Josh
to get involved again, it begins to move that way in part 4.  Thanks again
for the emails and the encouragement.