Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:52:06 -0400
From: niftyreadersclub@aol.com
Subject: My Son's Request 3

This story is completely fictional, so please read at your own discretion.
It involves moments between a father and son that are not regarded as
acceptable in lawful society, yet has a meaning all its own.  As I see it,
the world is a very scary place going into the unknown when on the other
hand, turning to familiarity, trust and safety I hold in high regard toward
experience, knowledge and understanding.  I hope you read between the lines
and see a message of this.  Comments may be emailed to
niftyreadersclub@aol.com.  Please enjoy...

And so...here is part three.  A great many of you have emailed me in
anticipation to this part of the series, so I hope I won't let you down.
This story has all been prewritten in a short novella that I am editing and
compressing to fit a quicker story pace, omitting a lot of the finer detail
and description.  It's working so far.  Continue to let me know how I'm
doing.

Three of Seven

"Nate."  I said his name softly.  My son's eyes looked to mine.  Perhaps he
saw in the way I was looking at him that I'd made a decision.  He
hesitantly smiled.  "What is it that you'd like to do?"  I shrugged a
shoulder.  "Jack off together?"

That seemed to catch him by surprise; I sensed the gears in his mind
turning.  His smile faded to a blank face.  "I don't know.  Something."  He
stood slowly, and there was about five seven feet of space between us.  The
smile flashed back quite quickly, however.  He was in a moment of
anticipation.

I looked down my body.  I was wearing an old pair of desert storm khakis, a
white, sweaty muscle shirt, white socks and hiking boots.  Point blank, I
looked at my crotch and silently asked it, are you willing to participate
in this?  Or will you hide?  I always knew we men had two heads.  Never
thought one of mine would actually be chatting with the other like this,
but there I stood.

Sighing, I tucked both my hands up my shirt and slid my palms up my
moderately hairy stomach and chest.  I watched Nate watching me do this.  I
also noticed that he wasn't hiding the tent that was evident in his own tan
khakis.  He really wasn't afraid of showing me this side of him.  "Okay.
Okay.  So, let's get undressed," I said briskly.  Starting to lift my shirt
to my shoulders, I heard Nate say `dad, wait!'  He started stepping toward
me at a slow pace.  When he was a couple feet in front of me, I asked
nervously, "What?"  Looking around, thinking someone else was around, even
though we were in a pretty secluded area.

"Can I do that?"

"Do what?" I turned back to him.

"Can I...undress you?"  He asked it timidly.  I found an instant of humor
in that because he was being so bold about so much more.  Having already
decided to be a part in all of this, I nodded, letting my arms drop to my
sides.  I thought to just stand there and see what my son would do, how
he'd do this, and how he'd react.  I wasn't feeling any excitement to this,
yet I was willing to submit to this experience for Nate's sake.  I knew
deep down that this was pretty much all he had been thinking about for
longer then I would ever know.

He was similar looking to me, with a mix of his mother's looks thrown in.
I could always see that in him.  We were both dark brown of hair, dark
brown eyes.  He had a young swimmer's build to him, lean, with hairy legs
like me.  Nate wasn't wearing a shirt, so he was already almost close to
being naked, I mused, his smooth chest beating like a pounding solo drum.
This moment seemed to last an eternity, and just when I thought he was
maybe having second thoughts because he wasn't moving, he moved his hands
forward and placed his palms on my chest.

My heart skipped for a moment, beating irregularly itself.  `Just let him
do what he wants to do,' I told myself in silence.  My son's fingertips
danced a bit, seeming to make themselves comfortable, and perhaps waiting
for a sign of me backing off from the whole thing, but when I didn't, and
moments passed, he locked eyes with me.  I felt his hands move down my
torso clumsily, finally reaching the bottom of my shirt and tugging a bit.
When he started bringing my shirt up, I lost sight of him for a split
second as the material covered my face and then came free to the back of my
head.

That very second had me realizing that I'd set no boundaries for this
exploratory encounter, because my son came forward and put his lips to mine
before I could ever know it would happen.  He was trying to kiss me, our
eyes locked again.  He kissed me as he pulled my shirt down my back and off
my arms, dropping it behind me to my feet.

There was absolutely no pulling away.  I lost all my strength to him.  All
that was left in me was...what's next?  He ended the kiss and I found my
chin atop his head.  I looked straight forward as I felt my son's eyes
looking down my body, and feeling his fingers play nervously with the
button of my khakis.  My body went rigid.  He didn't undo my shorts though.
His hands moved back up my body and gripped my shoulders loosely.  "Sit
down, dad," he whispered.

I stumbled once, adjusting to this change.  Just when I thought he was
going right for my private parts and being ready for it, he switched gears.
So after my one foot stumble, we looked at one another again as I knelt
down and sat on a sleeping bag close to us.  Not looking at me now, Nate
started undoing the lace of my boots.  I let him pull each one off, then he
removed my socks, discarding all articles in a neat pile to his left.

Watching him do this, I admit that for the first time, I let myself go from
my own thoughts at the wonder of this boy's desire.  I could see he wasn't
sure what he was doing, but he wanted to do what ever it was with a sort of
charm.  When he was done, I lay back automatically...just because.  This
entire sense of bonding was affecting me quite pleasantly.  I had my legs
spread and he was between them.  Soon enough, he was touching my hairy
legs, just fingertip exploring.  He was admiring me, not for the first
time, but for the first time physically.  I was feeling an unknown
sensation and I tossed it into the tunnel winds of my mind, relaxing, and
was ready to see what my son's life was all about.

This simply turned into moments of eye searching for him, and when he
reached the point of staring at my covered crotch, I knew he was at a point
of no return.  He wanted this...whatever it was he was looking for, and
looking for it in a safe place.  I positioned myself on my elbows, and I
think to his surprise, I lifted my body up in an indication that he could
move forward with his thoughts.

Using a lot of shyness, and seeing the boyish glee in his eyes, his hands
crawled up my legs, found and undid the button, and looking in my eyes,
lowered the zipper.  Nate fumbled to try to remove my khakis over my
briefs, but I reached a hand up and finger danced with him.  "Don't worry.
You can take them both off."  I said, actually surprised at myself.
Somewhat relieved, he did so.  With an effortless motion, I was naked,
lifting my legs to free them of the garments.

My cock was soft, as I still had an undertone of nervousness.  After all,
for all of this, I was still with `another guy,' which I'd never done
before.  I could actually hear my son's heart pounding and his breathing
was in such a state of excitement it reminded me of that very second when
you would blow your load from overdrive because you couldn't stop it from
happening.  I knew all the signs, saw all the signals, and since I'd been
there before, at that very first instant of such euphoria, I put a hand on
my son's shoulder to get his attention.  He looked at me, bewildered.  I
said, "Slow down."

His pulse roared with excitement, and that's actually what got to me.
Every man on the planet knows that feeling when he's being admired, wanted,
needed, not being able to stop the blood rush from such attention.  My
shaft started to swell, and I gripped Nate's shoulder firmly as he watched
my cock grow hard before his eyes.  When I was as hard as I could get, I
whispered, "Shouldn't you be naked too?"

Nate fumbled to throw off his boots and socks, stood up and dropped his
khakis and shorts, then found a place beside me, looking to see what to do
next.  I looked at my teenage son's erection for the first time, never
having thought, or imagined, that I'd see it.  It pulsed with a life of
it's own, and I knew, and perhaps he knew, that if it was touched, it'd
geyser, just because of the moment he was in.

It was crazy that I forgot about everything else.  All I saw before me was
an excited boy turning into a man, a young man that wanted to know
something about life.  It appeased me to accommodate this.  Lying on my
back again, I looked up to the sky and reached for my cock, tugging it
slowly, letting him watch.  I was more excited then I knew, the kind of
excitement that got the fluids gushing and flowing in my balls, the
tingling of feeling the hair on my balls almost stand on end and dance with
the hair of my inner thighs.

Soon, I felt Nate's cheek make contact with my chest.  I turned my head so
I felt his head against my own cheek, knowing that he was watching every
move my hand made as I was stroking.  He lay into me and I felt his fist
clenched cock rubbing against my thigh.  Until now, this had all been in
his imagination.  Not me, his father, but a `guy.'  Being this close to
another guy and feeling for the first time why he may be enjoying and
thinking about it.  His mind must have been full of wonder and awe.

Nate was pressing against me hard.  "Are you close?"  I asked in a whisper.

He gasped.  I felt the motion of his throat swallowing over my left nipple.
I knew he was close, and he was young.  I thought, he could probably cum
three, four times an hour at his age, and it reminded me of myself at that
age.  That got me close.

Then he rushed to put his lips to mine again.  Our eyes were both heated.
As he made all his efforts to keep his lips to mine, I caught the signs,
felt the gasps of his breath, and heard the cry of release as I felt the
pellets of sperm he shot over my abdomen and chest, his body shaking.  I
couldn't help it myself.  It was a sudden rush to my groin and I released
an explosion of my own, my heated sperm splattering both of us, my own
spasms and short breaths releasing themselves.

We both were as hot as the heat of the day, breathing into each other.

Nate wrapped his left arm around me and held me tight as our irregular
breathing ebbed.  My body felt racked from feeling a great release, which a
sense of comfortableness ensued.  We both calmed down, and I put my arm
around my son as both of us calmed down from the climax.

There was nothing to say.  So we waited, our pulses slowed, and we nodded
off into a nap.  When I came to...

Part four soon...