Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2013 18:56:11 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Son's Foreskin

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My Sons Foreskin


I love Florida. The weather has been warm with the gentlest of breezes. My
son and I had spent the first two days of our one week escape at a
family-themed amusement park. Kurt's enthusiasm had been contagious as we
ran from ride to ride, shooting gallery to shooting gallery, and, of
course, the cotton candy, hot dogs, candied corn, ice creamed waffles and
enough pop to float a boat.
    But now it's the middle of the week and I'm bushed. So instead of
heading out we're spending the day in the hotel pool. And I mean the entire
day. Morning was breakfast, a walk about the grounds, several hours in the
pool, lunch by the pool, then a half hour so my kid could complain about
waiting and I could linger over my third drink with a ridiculous umbrella
and skewered fruit. Then it was back in the pool until almost four. Thanks
to whomever invented sunscreen.
    "Hungry?" I asked as we stepped into our room.
    "Not much". Kurt dropped the towel on the floor as he raced to the
television to play an in-house game.
    The door clicked shut. "Well, let me know when it's 'much'. And the
towel, please".
    He groaned as he struggled over to pick up the towel as though it were
the hardest chore in the world. "I don't see why I have to. We're not at
home".
    "Pretend". I watched as he emerged from the bathroom making a bee-line
for the boob-tube. "Not yet".  As he looked up I thumbed over my
shoulder. "Shower. Wash off the chlorine". This elicited another groan. "I
know, you're so hard done by".
    "Daddy, it's supposed to be a vacation!" His feet stomped past me.
    "And don't be long. I need to wash it off, too".
    Kurt gave me an impish grin. "You could have one with me". My glance
made him chuckle. "I'm just saying". And he disappeared into the room.
    I heard the faucets squeak open and the slap of damp nylon hitting the
tiled floor. The spray stopped its thunder as he stood in its fall.
    (Well, Chuck, ol' man, I thought, you gonna shower with your son?) Time
moves fast. Now was the time.
    Entering the bathroom I closed and locked the door, mostly out of
habit. As he turned open-mouthed I stripped off my trunks. "I've decided to
join you". Kurt didn't move in dis-belief as he watched me step naked into
the large stall. "Turn around and I'll wash your back". He complied mutely
as I vigorously soaped his back. Moving up to his shoulders my hands
massaged the soapiness into the soft flesh. "You're awfully quiet".
    "Am I?" He asked rhetorically.
    My fingers kneaded. "We haven't had a shower since you were a baby".
    "We used to have showers?"
    "All the time. Course I had to hold you in my arms and there were one
or two pissing accidents but, yeah, we had showers".
    There was silence between us for a few moments.
    "Turn around and rinse".
    As he did his head was lowered. Then he gasped. "You're like me!"
    "Hunh?"
    His eyes were big and round as he stared up into mine. "Down there;
you're just like me!"
    My face broke into a warm grin. "Actually, you're like me". And I
suddenly had a flashback to the elementary school showers and the teasing I
took. "You getting a hard time of it at school?"
    "I get teased. A lot". But there was such relief in his
expression. "But I'm not the only one. I'm like you!"
    He was and he wasn't: my foreskin hugged my crown while his hung low
like a flesh tear-drop. "You are just like me". His face broke into a grin
before he dropped his head again. "All boys are born this way. It's
natural. The other boys have been cut for either religious reasons or
family tradition. In our family the men are intact and whole".
    Kurt lifted his tiny white cock in front of my own thick dark meat. "We
also look very different".
    "Only in some ways. But you will get to look pretty close to mine".
    "Really? That big?!"
    "Don't see why not". I lifted my pendulous meat under his. His thin
littly cocklet rested on mine. "You just have some growing up to do". My
thumb reached up pressing the boy-prick into the cushion of my
fatness. "But you'll get there".
    His two hands reached down replacing my right. As he stepped forward
slightly my knob mashed into his ball-sac eliciting a groan from me. He
looked up. "Am I squeezing too tight?"
    "No, no. It feels fine". I tried to swallow. Hell, it felt fantastic!
Kurts squeezing hands and the snuggling of his balls on my head felt
great. My cock thickened from compliance to sponginess. His fingers studied
the girth as his eyes evaluated. Tentatively my thumb and forefinger
pincered his knob. With gentle skill the teardrop was pulled away until the
lush pink head was revealed.
     "Now, watch". Maneuvering back my thickened cock slid along the
underside of his prick. My hands replaced his as I pincered his at the base
and grasped the neck of mine with the other. The piss-slits kissed. Father
met son. Lost in the kiss my foreskin moved forward covering the two knobs
from prying eyes. My fist reached over offering the final cover. My pulsed
slowly, evenly as our cocks fully engorged.
    "Oh, daddy", he whispered.
    "I know. It feels so good". My voice was heavy and deep.
    My free hand clasped the nape of his slender neck. As he raised his
eyes I lowered my head. We kissed. Gently, softly, but with intention. My
lips tugged at his swollen lower lip. Eager. Hunger rising. Intention
deepening.
    His hands clasped my fist. Squeezing. Beckoning. Urging.
    My tongue darted along his fold of lips. Flicking. Pushing. In. His
mouth opening to allow our tongues to match our knobs.
    My fist slid back allowing the shower spray that trickled over our
bodies to trickle over our exposed knobs. As my cock was released to aim
skyward his was engulfed by my fist. Such a firm pencil of boyhood.
    My tongue retreated. And as I began to lower my body my hand slid from
his nape to his shoulder down the length of his arm to his hip. My lips met
his neck, his nipple, his naval. Soft kisses. Lips almost
biting. Suctioning the flesh.
    And then I was on my knees.
    My fist relaxed. The soft silky knob was revealed. Pulling up slightly
the foreskin formed a fleshy halo around the pink silk. My lips kissed his
slit in greeting. My lips parted as my tongue toyed the tiny opening. Then
circled it. Then the head. Then the folded flesh. Then under as the skin
was moved over my tongue. Hidden from view my tongue swirled around and
around the knob. My sweet sons cock.
    Kurt's hands pulled at my hair. "Oh, daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddydaddy".
    My mouth swallowed his prick.
    Hands pulled my hair hard.
    My mouth sucked hard. For only a moment. Then I released him.
    Quickly on my feet my fist pounded the shower off before lifting him up
into my arms. Within moments we were on the bed. Wet, dripping, enflamed.
     My knees straddled Kurt's head. I watched him look back contemplating
the obvious weight of my entire hairy sex. Whatever ran through his
feverish brain it had but a moment. My hands reached down the length of him
to his hips and in one show of strength hoisted his body upward. The top of
his thighs splayed as they hit my shoulders. And once more my mouth found
cock.
    As he hung upside down he did what males have done forever when
presented with a fat uncut cock - he sucked. Tentatively at first. But he
found his rythm fast. He suckled on the head of my cock as ravenously as I
did his. The room echoed with the grunts and slurps of man-sex.
    But my cock could not be denied. My orgasm raced forward. Faster and
faster. Surging. My mouth clasped about his sex. My tongue deep in his
foreskin. His ass before my nose. My knob being sucked. And tongued. And
slurped.
    I wanted to lay him down. To gentley offer my son my essence. But there
was no time. It was arriving.
    Suddenly my knob ached. My ass twitched. Balls tightened. And the last
final aching pulse. Then.
    Bliss
    He coughed. Or choked. But valiantly went back to task. Sucking up
everything his daddy spewed.
    My mouth remained undaunted. As my cock was lovingly drained my tongue
still circled my sons pink knob. Wrapped protectively in his foreskin.