Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:30:47 -0400
From: niftyreadersclub@aol.com
Subject: My Son's Request 5

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...

Five of Seven

It dawned on me on the drive home late Sunday afternoon that Nate spent a
good part of the weekend kissing me, and that I actually enjoyed the
closeness.  I'd never had any feeling in my life to be that close with
another guy.  I glanced over at Nate in the passenger seat from time to
time with a bewildered but content disbelief.  And Nate...he looked like he
found what he was looking for, he found that link that connected his
thoughts with the physical side of his sexuality.

There seemed to be two people inside my head from all of this.  One wanted
to argue and the other just kept saying `so what.'  In telling the truth to
myself, I had to admit that Nate's touching me with his hands and mouth did
feel good.  I thought it wouldn't, but it did.  He got me to pop four loads
over the weekend and I hadn't done that it quite a long time.  And with the
years going by, my wife needed sex less and less.  I didn't mind that
either.  I'd do the occasional masturbation and get relief from it the best
I could privately.

Nate and I had another conversation while taking the camp site down earlier
that turned into an unexpected pleasure.  I had to instigate it to find out
where Nate was at now.  I asked him, "What's it like, son?  Can you
describe it?"

He looked at me odd in an odd way.  "It's a turn on, dad.  It turns me on,
seeing naked guys.  Like, Friday, when you came, when I saw you do that, it
was a head rush.  I felt a good dizziness seeing you cum.  It escalated my
own load, like it made me cum without hardly any stroking."  He smiled.
Then he laughed uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?"  I inquired.

"Ah, dad, you know how I don't like hard candy?"  I nodded.  "You know how
I don't like sucking on hard things.  Well, I found something hard I do
like now."  Shaking my head, I couldn't help but bust out laughing too.

Yet, I wanted to go in a specific direction with this conversation, so I
turned a little more serious.  "Nate, I'm very glad that I
could...participate in this with you.  I'm just wondering what your
expectations are now."

He went into a deeper thought, stopping what he was doing and sitting cross
legged on the ground.  I joined him.  I leaned forward and gave him a brief
kiss.  "I'm wondering what this has done between us."  He nodded.  "You
know this can't really be an ongoing thing between us, right?"  I wanted to
explain to him in the best way possible where I stood at this time.  "I
mean, this isn't my thing mentally.  Sex like this doesn't come to my mind
at all."

"I know," Nate answered.  "Did I do okay though?  Did it feel okay, the
things I did?"

My instant reply was a nod.  I never intended to share these kinds of
thoughts with any of my children, but here I was doing just that.  "Nate,"
I chuckled, our foreheads touching as we looked at each other, "having my
cock sucked is never a bad feeling.  Being touched is really never a bad
feeling, I guess, when the one touching you is someone you love.  You did
fine."  I winked at him.  "And you know, we can do something like this
occasionally if your horny level goes into overload.  You're still pretty
young to be running out there trying to find sexual gratification with
strangers just yet.  At least I don't want you to start doing that, unless
you connect with a friend your age that likes this too.  But until then, be
careful, be responsible."

He seemed happy that I offered that.  "Just remember.  Any time this
happens, we have to be completely, one hundred percent alone, okay?  No one
else around."  He agreed with a quick hug that pushed me on my back with
him on top of me.  I felt his hardon make contact with my leg and smiled.

I don't know what prompted me to do it, but I reached down and fondled him
through his shorts.  It was the first time I actually touched him back.  I
looked at him with surprise, but he took it more naturally.  "It's okay
dad," he whispered, "it feels good.  No one's ever touched me there.  I
wanted to know how that feels too."  He lay beside me and I continued to
rub his erection as I looked in his eyes.  He maneuvered his hand inside my
shorts and found my soft cock.  It responded more quickly then I could have
imagined, growing hard in his hand and pulsing with an expectation of its
own.

Nate gave me a long kiss as he fumbled to undo my button and zipper.  He
had a wanting for this now.  It actually turned me on in a weird way to get
this attention from him.  He had us naked fairly quickly, and he guided my
hand back to his hardness as he kissed my chest and licked my nipples.
Maggie never did that to me, so it was an unexpected pleasure I learned
from all of this, that I had buttons on my body that someone could push and
make me react and respond.

Awkwardly, I managed to slowly stroke him as he made his way down my torso,
finally taking my cock in his mouth and suckling it like...like...like I
don't know what.  Our breathing was that which only sexual energy can
cause.  Nate did one other thing to me as well that heated me up.  While
circling his tongue around my shaft, he used his right hand and lightly
caressed the inside of my thighs with his fingertips as his thumb circled
my balls, making my toes curl.  After a few moments of this, his mouth
started bobbing up and down on my cock.  I wanted more then anything to
just blow and my sperm was climbing rapidly to that point.  He knew he was
bringing me close so he took his mouth away and started jacking me off,
watching my cock hungrily.  When I started cumming, he sucked in his breath
from the enjoyment, completely loving seeing me shoot.  I took to stroking
him more quickly, and he brought his torso up just in time to release
himself, his sperm spurting over me and on me at the same time.  It was as
if I was standing on the side line watching myself get Nate off.  Watching
his young body spasm from shooting, I found myself in awe of actually
seeing how another guy reacts in ejaculation so up close and personal.  It
was during this moment that I was actually glad that my son came to me with
this, that he wanted to share such a personal side of him that most men
like myself can't even get past the thought of.

I glanced at my son in the passenger seat beside me with the memory of this
having happened only a couple hours ago.  It made me feel proud, in an
unusual sort of way.

Back home to every day life, that weekend fluttered to and fro in my memory
as I found myself watching Nate in a new way.  That experience seemed to
put a confidence in him that wasn't there before, as if he found some form
of religion he can stand by and boost the meaning of his existence.

Weeks passed and life was as normal as it could ever be.  Then late one
evening when he and I were still up watching TV after everyone else had
gone to bed and we were both on the couch, me sitting, him laying, I felt
his foot come into my lap.  I was wearing a sweat suit, and he could feel
my package easy enough.  When his foot began to move around and I started
reacting, I firmly grabbed his foot, leaned over to him and whispered,
"Nate, not here.  Remember what I said about being alone?  We are NEVER
that alone when we're at home."  It was the first time he had tried to
prompt a sexual situation since the fishing weekend.  I didn't mind it, but
not here.  He understood though, removing his foot.

I could see out of the corner of my eye though that he had a hand in his
pants, playing with himself, so I leaned over to him again and whispered,
"Why don't you go jack off, son?"  I was nervous about having any form of
conversation like this at home.

He shrugged.  "I don't have anything to jack off to," he stated simply,
whispering also.

I smirked, knowing what he meant.  Men, a lot of the time, need at the
least a visual stimulation, and some men don't know how to use imagination.
So I decided that I would show Nate something private about myself that
even Maggie didn't know.  "Follow me."

I had a home office room I kept locked downstairs, and I lead him Nate
there, where I told him, still whispering even with the door closed, to sit
in my chair.  He watched me as I turned my computer on and typed in a
website address.  I was about to show my kid the joys of a bit of voyeurism
when you're horny and alone.  "Nate, sometimes, when I'm horny, I check a
few things out on the net to look at," I explained.  "There are websites
that post webcams of people from all over the world, and mostly, these
people are doing something sexual on their cams."

I think Nate went into shock as he watched me click here and there in the
site, until the screen filled with little boxes of still pictures.  "There
aren't very many women who do things like this on cam, but there are some.
Ah," I caught myself, chuckling.  "Why am I telling my gay son that?"  He
didn't get the humor though, because his eyes were focused on the many
pictures.  "Anyway, all you have to do is click on any of these pictures,
and it'll being up a live webcam."  I motioned for him to take the mouse
and give it a try, and he did so, clicking on some guys picture, bringing
up a cam that was showing some faceless guy jacking off.

"Wow!"  Nate breathed, looking at me suddenly.  "Dad, I LOVE you!"  At
that, his attention went right back to the website.

"Well, just remember, these people are all adults.  If you see any
information on a camera screen about contacting them, don't.  Okay?"  He
nodded absently.  "I use this every now and then when I'm horny myself."  I
couldn't believe some of the private things about myself I was sharing with
Nate.  I kissed his forehead.  "Look and beat off, Nate, but don't get into
any interaction."

He stood and bear hugged me, then started to leave my office.  "Where are
you going?"

"I ah, have lube in my room," he said somewhat shyly.

Pointing to my desk, I said, "Bottom left hand drawer.  I keep a clean
towel there too."  We stared at each other as if we were sharing the most
important secret in the world.  He walked over and hugged me gently.  I
could simply see and feel the love he had for me as he sat back down, all
his attention going back to the website.  I quietly left him there,
returning to the living room.

I started to watch TV again, but a moment later I realized, now I'm horny,
touching my hardon.  Man, now I've gotta get Nate a computer of his own!

It would be about three weeks later that showing him that website brought
to my son's attention something else he wanted to try...

I hope you're continuing to enjoy this story line.  The sixth installment,
which will come soon, will be told from Nate's point of view.  I thank all
of you who have emailed your comments to me.  I answer all emails.  Your
comments are helping me to enjoy the creation of this story, although I
actually wrote it almost three years ago.