Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 12:50:27 -0600
From: Justin Wong <wong.justin@live.com>
Subject: My Son Luke: Chapter 1

My Son Luke, Chapter 1
By Justin Wong

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	My son Luke is as sexy as they come. At 16, he has developed into a
nicely built, handsome teenager. Luke is my only child. At first my wife
and I thought we wanted more children, but the Mrs. eventually changed her
mind. Not that it matters; she's been a great mother. My son didn't mind
being the only child. Although we did, I admit, spoil him rotten, the kid
somehow came out normal. Don't know how that happened, but I'm glad it did.
	Luke has my jet black hair and his mothers dark brown eyes. He has
a well-defined jawline, straight nose, pearly white teeth and perfect
lips. At 16, I had acne and was skin and bones (but I managed to fix
that). Not Luke! I got him to start working out when he was younger, so
he'd avoid the tooth-pick body type I was stuck with. He got his acne-free
skin from his mother, I'm sure.
	Lately I just can't help admiring my son's perfect body. Puberty
has given him, more or less, the same body I have now. We're decently hairy
men, the Nelsons, but not bears by any means. Luke started shaving two
years ago, but only within the past year has his beard really taken off. He
shaves it though, which I like. I keep my face clean shaven myself. Luke, I
know, has pretty bushy underarms, just like I do. His hair lies flat,
however, while my armpit hair curls. I can only assume he has a good about
of pubes as well. I haven't seen for myself (not that I haven't tried), but
it's what I have. Only a faint dusting of hair exists on my chest, and Luke
doesn't seem to have any. Maybe a hair or two.
	I love that Luke has bushy armpits. I don't know why, but it turns
me on like nothing else. Nothing gets my dick harder or makes it leak
faster than seeing Luke lift his arms and expose his glorious tufts of
dark, coarse hair. I can usually steal a whiff or two of his scent; Old
Spice deodorant and sweat. The best smell in the world, I always say. He
also has a nice love trail starting from his belly button leading to his
grand prize. I haven't seen him naked in years, but can tell from his bulge
that he's getting along nicely. I'm hoping he hasn't grown a bigger dick
than his father yet! I'm still taller than him, but only by two inches or
so. Luke's 5'10, I'm around 6 foot.
	I should fill you in on myself. My name's Brett. I, of course, have
hair like Luke's, but I have blue eyes (which, unfortunately, my son didn't
get). Now that my face is free of acne (at age 38), my son and I look a lot
alike. People always ask right away if I'm his father. But on to the juicy
details: my cock is 7.5 inches and cut, just like my son's. I too have
rather bushy armpits, as mentioned, and nice pubic bush which I pretty much
leave alone. Working out since college has kept me in excellent shape, and
I've only found one gray hair on my head. Not bad, if I do say so myself.
	Luke and I have always had a pretty close, open relationship. I
gave him "the talk" when he was on this side of 13, explaining, of course,
puberty and its effects, before moving onto sex and the basics on how that
works. It was a little awkward at first, but Luke's (and my) nerves
eventually disappeared as he began to ask questions. I also took the
liberty to explain masturbation to him; at first Luke just laughed, saying
he had already figured out the joys of playing with his dick. I laughed
then too; guys just know from instinct how to stroke it, I guess. I told
him I still rub one out pretty often, and told him to never worry about
getting caught and stuff; we'd give him his privacy. Since then, we've been
pretty open about jerking off. I buy us bottles of lube and make sure Luke
always has tissues so he can clean up his mess. The boy goes through
tissues like a madman! Of course, teenagers are always horny.
	As you can tell, it's pretty rare for Luke to hide anything from
me. Not that I don't get mad at him for things, but really the worst he's
done is bring home a bad test grade every now and then. So, you can
probably understand why I was surprised when, one day, Luke came home
acting odd. My wife was still at work when Luke got home around 4:30, which
was pretty early. Normally he'd do homework with his buddies or hang out at
the park or something before coming home. Not today. I was trying to figure
out dinner in the kitchen when Luke arrived.
	"Hey bud," I said, checking the fridge. "How was your day?"
	"Fine," said Luke flatly, setting his backpack down on the table.
	"Everything ok at school today?" I asked, deciding on spaghetti for
dinner.
	"Yeah, I guess," he said, still in a flat tone. Already, I knew
something was up.
	"You guess?" I answered. Luke hated when I said that.
	"Everything was fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna go
change," he added before I could ask anything else, and he raced
upstairs. Not his usual cheerful self, I must say.
	Twenty minutes passed, and still Luke hadn't come back down
stairs. I was getting a little more worried, and decided to go upstairs and
fetch him. I figured I'd ask him to help me with dinner and try and figure
out what was wrong with him before his mother came home and he shut down
completely. I twiddled on upstairs and saw Luke's door ajar. I figured
since it was open, he wasn't jerking off or changing or anything, so I
slowly walked in. Luke was sitting at his desk, holding something, and
jumped when he heard the door open.
	"Dad!" exclaimed Luke, surprised; then he threw whatever he was
holding into his open desk drawer and quickly closed it. Way to be obvious,
kid.
	"Uh, sorry to bother you, Luke," I said, surprised myself by what I
just saw. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You got home early
today."
	"Yeah, I'm fine Dad," said Luke, obviously trying to play things
off. Wasn't buying it over here.
	"So, then, you gonna tell me what you're trying to hide from me?" I
asked, figuring we might as well get down to business and cut through the
awkwardness as fast as possible.
	"Er, it's nothing," said Luke. He knew as well as I did that his
defense was lame. Shit, I hope my son isn't on drugs or something, I
thought. I decided to try and not use force or authority on this one.
	"Luke, it's me. Your dad. I don't know what you're hiding, but
you've been acting all weird on me. You're never home this early and your
mood sucks. Now what's up?"
	"Nothing. I'm fine."
	"So, then, why won't you show me what's in your desk?"
	"Because...you'll get angry." Damn, that's never a good response
from your kid.
	"Fuck, Luke, you're not on drugs, are you?"
	"What?!" said Luke, looking generally taken aback by my
question. "No, of course not! Geez, Dad."
	"Well I don't have much to go on here! I had to at least ask,
Luke. Look, so its not drugs. That's good. So then what is it? Whatever it
is, I won't be mad."
	Luke just gave me one of his "Yeah, that's what you say looks."
	"I mean it! I promise, I won't be mad."
	"Promise?"
	"Yes, Luke. Now show me what it is. You're staring to scare the
shit out of your old man, seriously." The boy really knew how to take
something minor and give me a heart attack with it.
	Luke took a deep breath and said, "Alright, fine." And with that,
he opened his drawer, and pulled out an oddly familiar, small box.
	It was a pack of condoms. Trojans, to be exact.
	I was surprised, confused, and oddly relieved (no controlled
substances!) at the same time. The shock of what was happening, and the
weird absurdity of it, left me no choice.
	I burst into laughter.
	"Wow. Way to just embarrass the hell out of me, Dad," said Luke,
although he said it with sarcasm and he was actually smiling, albeit
sheepishly.
	"Sorry Luke," I said, choking on my laughter, "I-I Just wasn't
expecting you to pull out these bad boys!"
	"Well now you know why I didn't want to show you! Damn, I feel like
an idiot."
	I managed to stop laughing, and said "Sorry Luke. But Christ, you
can't blame me. Listen, I'm just glad you're not on drugs."
	"Does this mean you're not angry?"
	"Of course not, Luke," I said, and I walked over and ran my hand
through his hair like I used to when he was little. The impact of what a
pack of condoms meant was starting to dawn on me, though. Fuck, my little
boy was no longer a boy. He was old enough to enter the world of sex. Shit,
I knew this day would come.
	"Luke, let's have a talk. Just us guys. You know, man to
man. You're mother's not due home for another hour or so."
	"Yeah, alright. Sounds like a good idea," answered Luke. I was
surprised he didn't object, but I guess he felt better that I wasn't mad.
	"I guess you know what's coming, then?" I asked, taking a seat on
his bed.
	"Another sex talk?"
	"In a way," I replied. "I just have one question before we
begin. Luke, I know this may seem like a stupid question, but why were you
so afraid of telling me about your condoms? Or that you might need them?
We've always had an open relationship. On a related note, I bought you
another bottle of lube. I saw that you were almost out."
	"Thanks, Dad," answered Luke with an embarrassed grin. "I'm sorry I
didn't tell you earlier. I was just....I didn't know how to tell you. I
thought you might be mad, you know, me being young and all."
	"Well it's not the ideal situation, I have to admit, but really
Luke, I'm sort of proud of you." I honestly really was.
	"Really? Why?"
	"Cause you chose to use protection! You remembered what I told you,
three years ago when we had our first talk. When did you buy these,
anyway?"
	"A week ago, at Target. Those ones were on sale."
	"Not a bad choice, I should add."
	"Dad!"
	"Just fucking with you, Luke," I said, with a chuckle. Now that I
knew he wasn't doing something (more) stupid, talking about sex with my son
was starting to send pulses to my groin. "In all seriousness, I'm glad that
if you were going to have sex, you were going to be smart about it. So,
down to business. Who's the lucky gal? And why haven't your mother and I
heard about her yet?"
	With that question, Luke became, once again, uncomfortable.
	"I-It's, a...friend of mine."
	"More than a friend, if you ask me."
	"Yeah, well...yeah. The SpringTime school dance is coming up. We've
kinda been like...friends with benefits. Not really something I wanted to
share with my parents, you know? Things have been going well, so I figured
I should be prepared. Things could get...heated. I'm pretty nervous, to be
honest." Luke said this last part in a rather small voice. His face became
flushed as the impact of what he revealed to me hit him.
	"Meh, you'll be a natural," I answered, trying to lighten the
mood. "Trust me, I was." This time Luke laughed.
	"I"m serious! The ladies loved me. Your mother had to fight off a
lot of women to get to me, believe me."
	"Right, I'm sure she did."
	"Damn right, she did," I said with a grin. The atmosphere, with
this last quip, had become oddly relaxed. "Listen, Luke. Be careful,
alright? If you have any questions, or want some advice, come talk to
me. Don't do anything you're not prepared for, but use protection if you do
have sex."
	"Course I will, Dad. But...can you not tell Mom?"
 "Of
course I won't tell her. Everything stays between us."
	"Thanks, Dad."
	And with that, Luke got up from his chair, sat beside me, and gave
me the first real hug he's given me since he was little.
	"Sorry I lied," he said, his voice soft and deep.
	"It's ok, bud," I said softly.
	To my surprise, Luke didn't break his embrace. I didn't either; it
felt good to be so close to my son again. His dark hair was soft against my
face, and his firm chest was warm and comforting against mine.
	The mood between us had suddenly turned sentimental. I continued to
hug my son close to me. "I love you, Luke."
	"I love you too, Dad."
	What happened next, I wasn't expecting in a million years.
	"Hey...Dad?"
	"Yeah, Lu-?"
	Before I knew what was happening, my son's lips were on mine.
	Holy fuck, my son was kissing me. I froze in shock, still trying to
register what was happening. Luke sensed my stiffness and pulled back. The
look on his face said it all. He stood up and immediately started freaking
out.
	"Fuck, shit! I'm sorry! Fuck man, I can't believe I just did that,
holy sh-"
	I only let a second pass by before I stood up too to calm Luke
down.
	"Dad, I'm sorry! Please don't hate me, I didn't me-"
	I put my hand on Luke's mouth to silent him. He looked at me, fear
in his eyes. There's nothing worse than seeing that type of fear in your
child's eyes. I took a step forward, put my hands on either side of Luke's
face, and leaned in and kissed him. This time, it was Luke's turn to tense
up in surprise. After a few moments though, he relaxed. Then he started
kissing me back.  His hands, shaking, wrapped themselves around my body,
bringing us in closer.
	I could feel my son's dick hardening as we once again began to
passionately embrace. We broke our kiss, and I put my hands on Luke's
shoulders as he opened his eyes.
	"Dad, I-I"
	"Luke, it's ok. We...we shouldn't be doing this, you know," I said
softly, but firmly. I needed to be sure Luke understood what this meant.
	"I know. Trust me, I do. But I want to do this. I've always wanted
to be with you."
	"Fuck, Luke. Really?"
	"Y-yeah. Are you...ok with this?" he asked, anxious to hear my
answer. 
 "More than ok, Luke. You don't know hot you are. And
you definitely can't fathom how much I love you." I heard Luke breathe a
sigh of relief at my words.
	"You're pretty hot yourself, Dad. This is probably the best time to
say this. I have a quick confession."
 "What is it?"
	"Those condoms...I didn't plan to use them with a girl. Any
girl. They were for me and Steve. You know, my friend from soccer." Of
course I knew Steve.
	"I kinda figured out in the last minute or so that they weren't for
a girl. Steve's hot, by the way. My boy knows how to score!"
	"No matter what, you always know how to embarrass me, Dad."
	"Of course, that's my job."
 I kissed him again. I
started out with a gentle kiss; then I became hungry with desire for my
son. I dropped my hands to his rock hard ass, and pulled his body into
mine. He groaned as he felt my cock grind into his through his shorts. I
slowly moved my hands to his chest, made him take a step backward, and
gently pushed him onto his bed.
	"Fuck, Dad, you know how to lead."
	"Of course I do. Get ready to learn a thing or two from your old
man."
	I was laying on top of him now, supporting my weight with my
arms. I reached down with my left hand and stroked my son's dick through
his shorts. Luke's body tensed the moment I reached his member.
	"Shit, that feels good," he breathed.
	His dick felt massive straining against the material. I could
clearly feel the outline of his mushroom head and the wet, sticky spot that
had formed around it. I rubbed by thumb against the sweet spot underneath
the head of his cock.
	"Fuck," said Luke, shivering at my touch. It turned me on to hear
him cuss. He moved his hands and pressed them against my chest; as I
flicked his cock, he began tweaking my nipples, turning them into hard
nubs, and causing me to groan myself.
	"I've wanted this for a long time, Luke," I said, kissing his
neck. His stubble felt so good grazing against my jawline.
	"Me too...damn, you touch me better than Steve ever has."
	"That's cause I know what I'm doing," I said, grinning to
myself. "I probably give a better blow job than Steve too. No offense."
	"Steve's ne-never blown me," said Luke, who was grinding his crotch
into the palm of my hand. His dick was hard, huge, and throbbing with heat.
	"Really?" I said, a bit surprised. "So, you've never had a blow
job?"
	"N-no," answered Luke, already anticipating what was to come. I
could see the excitement ignite in his eyes, and I'm sure he saw the lust
burn in mine.
	"I'll have to fix that. Stay laying down. You're going to enjoy
this."
	I took Luke's hands from my chest and pinned them behind his
head. At this point I was straddling my own son. Then I kissed him again,
gently, savoring the feel of Luke's lips against mine. As I nuzzled his
neck, Luke whimpered softly; I reached down and slid my hand underneath his
shirt, feeling his stone hard stomach with soft hairs surrounding his belly
button.
	"Let's get this thing off of you."
	Luke sat up as I lifted his shirt up and over his head and tossed
it to the floor. Up close, his body was magnificent. His dark nipples,
already stiff, stood out beautifully against his pale, broad chest. His
narrow abs and narrow waist already had a thin, light layer of sweat, a
product of our body heat and Luke's own carnal excitement.
	"You're so fucking beautiful, Luke."
	I scooted my body down a tad, still hovering over his muscled
form. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against his left nipple.
	"Oh God," he groaned. I flicked it several more times before biting
it gently. My son was moaning, softly, at a constant rate by now. I loved
the way his body squirmed in pleasure at my every touch. His skin was soft
and supple beneath my touch, radiating heat all over. I moved on his right
nipple, sucking it gently, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. As I did
so, I pressed my crotch into his rock solid cock, grinding our tools.
	"Shit, Dad. That feels so good..."
	"It gets better," I whispered. I moved on to what I was most
excited about: Luke's beautiful, sexy armpits. I once again lifted his
hands above his head, exposing his black bushes- it was an amazing
sight. His hair was thick and damp, pushed flat against his underarms. I
moved my face towards his left armpit, and was hit by the most amazing
smell I've ever experienced. His crisp, sweaty odor was intoxicating. I
gently nuzzled his underarm, causing Luke to squirm and half groan, half
laugh as he experienced a new type of pleasure. His coarse hairs scratched
and tickled my lips as I swirled my tongue into the crevice of his
armpit. I inhaled his masculine, musky scent, enjoying every minute of
it. My hand stroked his dick while I buried my face in other other armpit;
Luke was in heaven at both ends of his body.
	"Oh yeah, uh, fuck. Yeah, yeah, don't stop, mmm-"
	By now I was harder than I've ever been in my life.
	"Alright, enough foreplay. I've waited long enough to see your
cock."
	Luke almost began trembling at my words.
	"Here, sit up and open your legs a bit for me." Luke immediately
sat up against his pillows and his headboard. This gave me enough room to
lay at the edge of his bed near his crotch. This way, I'd also have easy
access to his balls.
	Finally the moment I'd been waiting for. I hooked my thumbs into
the waistband of Luke's shorts and boxers, and dragged them down and off
from his legs.
	My son was completely naked before me.
	His cock was magnificent. It was already a hefty 7 inches, more or
less the same thickness as mine, and oozing precum like a faucet. His head
was throbbing angrily and was purple from being so hard. His balls were the
size of eggs, and covered in hair. His bush was just like mine, as
predicted; plenty of hair that didn't look like it'd been trimmed or
shaved, ever.
	I pressed my face against Luke's hot, sweaty stomach. His muscles
clenched as my tongue danced around his belly button, dampening the hairs
that lead to my goal. I moved down, inhaling the musk of his bush. God, it
was delicious. I could've sat there and smelled my son all day, but I had
better things to do. Luke's cock, up close, was enticing. I wrapped my fist
around his shaft; it was silky to the touch. One, slow, sensuous pump of my
hand produced another sexy moan and a huge drop of fluid at the tip. I
dragged my tongue against his piss slit, taking in Luke's nectar.
	"Shit!"
	Luke's body jerked beneath me and I was rewarded with another huge
drop of his slightly salty, mostly sweet (purely delicious) juice. Wrapping
my first around him again, I swirled his precum all over his dick head with
my thumb, eliciting more moans and juice. As I pumped my son's dick, my
mouth went for his boy eggs.
	"Yeah, Dad, suck my balls," said Luke passionately. This turned me
on more than I expected. My tongue slathered his sac, taking in the
delicious, musky taste of teenage boy. I gently slurped one of his balls
into my mouth, sucking and licking at the same time.
	"Christ, Dad! Shit, that's nice, yeah that's- FUCK!"
	Luke's body trembled and he thrust his crotch forward as I released
his boy egg, dragged my tongue underneath the length of his cock, and
engulfed the whole shaft into my mouth. It was a stretch, but I managed to
deepthroat my son. I stayed in that position, not moving, allowing my son
to get used to the incredible feeling of having your penis in a warm, wet
mouth.
	"Dad. Suck it. Suck my fucking cock," whispered Luke in a husky
voice.
	I was happy to oblige. I began bobbing up and down on my son's
dick, making sure to swirl my tongue around his crown and piss slit. Luke's
basic instinct's kicked in; he thrust his groin forward in an attempt to
get more of his dick in my mouth. Soon we worked a nice, steady
rhythm. Luke was fucking my face, and loving every minute of it.
	"Fuck yes! Uh, yeah, don't stop Dad, it feels so goddamn good..."
	I knew my son wouldn't last long, it being his first time and me
being a damn good cocksucker. Pretty soon I felt his body tense up; his
ball sack moved closer to his body, and Luke's fists clenched his bed
sheets as he shouted:
	"Fuck, Dad! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking explode!"
	My response was to bury my nose in his pubes as I took his entire
dick as far down my throat as it could go.
	"Oh FUCK! I'm cumming! Ooohhhhh God!"
	Volley after volley after my son's jizz torpedoed down my
throat. Five shots, six shots, seven; the number kept growing. I kept
swallowing. Luke's body was rigid and covered with sweat as he unleashed
his load in my mouth. His cum tasted wonderfully sweet with that little
salty tang to it. Finally, after what seemed like a gallon of semen, Luke's
body relaxed. He was breathing heavily, and his dick began to soften. I
kept it in my mouth until it went completely soft. As soon as I let go,
Luke's hands grabbed me and brought my face up to his. His beautiful eyes
stared into mine.
	"That was fucking incredible, Dad," he said before kissing me. "I
can taste my jizz," he added, grinning.
	"It tasted amazing," I told him, smiling myself. "Told you I was
good at giving head."
	"Yeah, you are," said Luke. He placed a hand on my aching, dripping
cock straining against my shorts. I was amazed that I hadn't cum myself.
	Luke learned forward and breathed into my ear, "It's my turn to
show you what I've learned."

	End of Chapter 1
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