Date: Sat, 03 Jan 2004 17:10:12 -0500
From: Eric L <eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Sexuality - Chapter 2
MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 2
A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest
by Eric L. Email, send to Eric:
eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com
THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right
to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have
fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for
entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L.
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MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 2 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!
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Enthralled with his potent, wet, charming erection and his
alluring smile among other things, I was tempted to let
myself go--to go along with his desires willingly and
eagerly. But could I live with myself? Did I want to go
beyond the role of his teacher and protector? Did I dare
have sex with my son?
The two of us were facing each other with the showerheads pouring
warm water down our backs. I was fiercely erect and Kevin was
smiling energetically at me. His erection seemed more insistent,
larger than before. Though his penis was unmistakably boyish and
new-looking, charmingly so, its size still astounded me.
I seemed to freeze for a moment, and I went back in time to when
Kevin was eight years old, and his penis was very small, and I
would bathe him in the tub. Of course, then, there was no trace
of pubic hair, or any body hair on him. My son would look up at
me from the tub with his big, innocent blue eyes.
Of course I'd wash him, and when it came time to wash his little
cock and balls, I only slightly slowed down, treasuring the feel
of him even through the little washcloth I used. When I rinsed,
I used my fingertips to get the clear water to find all the nooks
and crannies around his genitals, lifting and turning them above
what was required--which was more for my pleasure than for
cleanliness. It just wasn't obvious. It was simply the way I
had always washed and rinsed him.
Often in those bathing sessions, I was rewarded with a nice
erection from my boy. Occasionally he would grunt with his
little dick hard, but he didn't seem to notice his erection most
of the time. I always made sure there was very little water in
the tub, just for these moments when my son had a boner. I would
have him lie back in the tub, which made his erect penis the only
thing visible above water, other than his face. I would rub his
chest, stomach, and fronts of his legs, avoiding the stiff little
organ I enjoyed watching--that perfect portion of my boy's flesh
that sent my heart pounding. And little Kevin would giggle with
delight, having no idea what I was truly doing.
Those were the days--when Kevin was 8--but then each year brought
new joys and pleasures to me, with my son.
Just before he was nine, it occurred to Kevin to ask to bathe ME.
I was completely unprepared for that--but I agreed, mostly
because Kevin had insisted that it was only fair. To my pleasant
surprise (and embarrassment), Kevin duplicated my technique for
washing and rinsing the genitals. To say I quickly achieved a
hardon would be putting it mildly.
"Wow! Why'd it get so big?" my little 9 year-old asked, the
bright smile of blissful curiosity and innocence on his face.
"Well, dicks often get bigger, all on their own," I said,
blushing profusely, and concerned that I had told only a partial
truth. Fortunately, I had started his sex education at home,
well before this moment.
"Why do they get bigger?"
"It's part of the reproductive cycle, Kevin, remember? The penis
has to push into a long tube, and it can't do that when it's real
soft," I said nervously.
"Oh yeah," Kevin said with disinterest. Then he brightened.
"Does that mean it's time for the reproductive cycle, right now?"
How will I get out of THIS one? I thought. "No, Kevin. Your
body is . . . just testing itself. That will happen once in a
while."
"It feels weird, dad," he said--one of the few times he seemed to
notice the different feel of an erection.
"Here," I said, pulling my son toward me, adjusting my shower to
cold, and plunging the lower half of him under the frigid water,
"That should take care of it."
"Ah! Dad, no! Ah, OH! It's too COLD!"
All thoughts of his erection were forgotten, replaced by the
survival instinct to stay warm. I shut the showers off and
wrapped Kevin in a towel.
"God! I'm still cold, dad!"
But he was soft again, and I was off the hook. I did feel guilty
that I had made him uncomfortable. "I tell you what--I'll warm
you up again." And I reached under my boy's towel, and wrapped
my hand around his soft organ, warming it instantly. I hugged
his little body at the same time, hoping he would stop shivering.
I also hoped his little rod would stay soft.
"I feel the heat dad--like it's going all through me."
"Well, the tip of your penis likes to be warm."
"Yeah, dad, I just found out," Kevin said with a smile. He could
charm the eyes out of a snake, I was convinced.
Suddenly I was back in the shower with Kevin, quite in the
present, and feeling a bit dizzy from my mental time-travel.
"Come on, dad!"
"Where are we going?" I said, somewhat confused.
"The new ideas I wanna try out, remember?"
"Oh, yes, from the internet."
"Yeah!"
"Wait, Kevin--you better show me, first."
"Um, show you? Well . . . I don't know if I could . . . . Wait,
I know! I'll show you on the computer."
"Fair enough," I said, still not fully recovered from the
pleasant journey through the memories.
"Here. Look at the pictures in this folder," Kevin said proudly,
arriving at his computer.
I felt strange standing naked in his room, especially with a full
erection. As the first picture appeared on the screen, I noticed
Kevin's penis beginning to grow, making a bulge in his towel.
Kevin bounced a bit, staring at the screen with me and breathing
excitedly. I did not flinch when my son's little fingertip slid
down my erect penis, nor when he traced complex patterns on the
skin of my scrotum.
I bit my tongue and said not a word as I examined the six
pictures in the folder. I had seen naked pictures of men from
the net before, but these were of exquisite quality, with
fabulously beautiful models, a man and a boy.
"There's more folders, but this was my favorite," Kevin said
nervously.
I dared not ask how many folders he had all together, for fear
that he would say some huge number. Of course the larger fear
was that he would have a thousand things to ask about--not all of
them topics I was prepared to discuss, no doubt--given the full
range of alternate behaviors that were well-documented
pictorially on the internet.
"These are very nice, Kevin," I said, hoping to lead him on to
say whether he would stop at this folder, or show me more.
"You like 'em?" he said, bouncing more energetically.
"Of course. They're beautiful." I hoped by not mentioning the
content, to make him think and talk more about what he wanted.
All six pictures showed the man and boy kissing--passionately and
gracefully.
"Wow," Kevin said.
I felt this was not a time for words, and led my horny, beautiful
12-year-old--with his small but larger-than-boy-size erection--
into my bedroom.
"Oh, yeah," Kevin said, shivering with delight as we approached
the bed.
I deliberately lay on my back to give my son more control of the
situation. I could see he was nervous, but his face told me this
was the way he wanted it.
Suddenly, the difference in our ages and sizes struck me. It
looked like a small elf was about to climb a mountain.
I needn't have worried--Kevin was on top of me before I knew it.
He shyly buried his face in my neck and just snuggled his hot
self into me. It was the next best thing to being overlaid by a
furnace, his body gave off so much heat.
When his lips slid down my chest and rested on my nipple, I knew
my son had been a very busy boy, searching through web sites, and
reading.
"That feels good, huh Dad?" Kevin asked nervously. I had a
feeling he had begun his experiment with the easiest and 'safest'
activity in his opinion. I began to conclude that the passionate
type of kissing depicted in the pictures Kevin showed me was not
the simplest of things to do as far as he was concerned, and this
nipple licking was a sort of diversion--a way of dissipating his
reluctance--however subconscious an act it might be.
"Very good, Kevin."
"Mmm," my son said, getting himself up to a kneeling position,
and with the most erotic contented smile I'd ever seen.
At that point, everything froze. I looked up at my boy. Time
stopped with Kevin's invitingly cute face staring into me, his
mouth partly open, as if in amazement of some new, fascinating
discovery, and his penis pulsating insistently.
Admiring his little nut sack, I tenderly took it in my hand and
rubbed softly. I was aware that this was a deliberate erotic
act, but felt confident that this is what we both wanted. My
fingers gently probed the boy's balls, and rubbed the skin of his
scrotum. I put my lips on his upper leg, wanting to stimulate
him, but at the last minute avoiding licking the part of him I
wanted to touch and kiss the most. At the last moment, I let my
fingers gently slide over his rigid little dick.
"Kevin, you're beautiful," I said, pushing him down, rolling him
on his back--acknowledging his unbearable sexual attractiveness
for the first time.
My fingertips greedily explored him, sliding harmlessly but
purposefully along his perfect flesh, inflaming his emerging,
young libido. I could see from the sparks in his eyes and the
enticing expressions on his lips that Kevin had potent flows of
unbelievable pleasure coursing all through him.
I marveled, watching my son squirm and writhe in the throes of
his first full sexual excitement, with all of his body
participating.
I shivered along with him as he responded to my touching his
nipples, sliding my fingers along his smooth, tight flesh to
every part my hungry hands could reach. My body excited itself
along with his, with every beautiful moan of his--with sounds I
knew not my beautiful boy-child was capable of making.
With his arms up, I could not avoid lightly brushing the radiant,
thin virgin hair that had sprouted delicately in the distinctly
pubescent cups of his captivating underarms. My fingers--so
electrified by the thin, magical strands of my son's unspoiled,
feathery growth--acquired new skills as artful dancers, careful
to press just enough to entwine themselves in the fleeting beauty
of this new boyishly masculine softness.
My lips ignored his penis as my tongue found its own electricity
in the very ethereal beauty of my son's barely sprouted pubic
hair, which lay as a minute, magic shadow on the flesh above the
base of his hungry erection--throbbing rhythmically against his
heavenly body. I could practically count each of his few down-
like hairs with the tip of my trembling tongue. Finally, I let
my fingertips slide through the lubricated fine strands. The
whole process thrust sensations through my boy's body--from
places where he'd never been touched before.
By this time, Kevin--my beautiful, quivering, almost-adolescent
son--was nearly sunken into the bed on his back, yielding happily
to the unaccustomed, colossal forces comprising his developing
sexuality, and shivering with anticipation. I brought my mouth
close to his face and gently put my lips against his.
"Oh," he said, growing more limp and sinking more into the pillow
and the mattress.
I followed, and pressed lightly into him with my mouth.
"Mmm, mmm!" my son moaned into the kiss I was giving him. He
electrocuted me with surprise and sensation when his hands rubbed
me with all the boyish fury he could muster. Clearly, my son was
in a sexual high that was incomparable to anything previously
experienced in his young life.
Kevin's face flushed hot, and his beautiful thin legs shuddered
deliciously with pleasure, as his mouth opened over my slightly
opened cavity, and the moans of his thin voice echoed down my
throat, inside my body. As I welcomed the warm wetness of his
mouth into mine, I felt my sexual liquid flow through my penis
onto his firm flesh. His tight, smooth, hairless legs were
thrashing softly against me, driving me insane with desire.
I rubbed my son in return for his phenomenal massaging. His hot,
wet mouth incredibly opened wider and I became aware of his
entire oral cavity, even his teeth. It struck me so clearly that
I was with an enticing sexual creature who made my blood run hot
and was about to devour me whole. Odd, the comforting thoughts I
had at that instant, of the image of being inside Kevin's body,
impossible as that is to actually contemplate.
I became drunk with the sudden heavenly scents that floated up to
me from my sensual boy. The testosterone was definitely flowing,
full-strength.
"Uhhhmmm!" my sexually aroused son yelled with his mouth covering
mine--and with a strength and resonance I felt down to my
breastbone. He suddenly was a mature boy in my mind's eye, with
a strong deep adolescent voice--its rich tones probing me to the
very depths, bringing me to the edge of sexual release.
I was quite aware of that when my son's erection throbbed upward
into me, its size and strength unmistakable. "Oh that big dick
of yours," I told him, "It's like a fully grown boy's, it feels
so strong and hot, Kevin." I meant every syllable, yet knowing I
was arousing him.
It was if I'd said the magic words. My son moaned loudly into
me, our mouths locked together, and he claimed his superior
position by rolling both of us until he was on top of me again.
With his beautiful mouth and teeth covering so much of my face, I
truly saw the metaphor of being devoured by my son.
Kevin hugged passionately, and his writhing body made its
presence known aggressively when he forced his tongue into my
mouth, relaxing somewhat his facial, viselike grip. The boy's
young penis pulsated wildly. And mine was close behind--feeling
as if my orgasm would be instant and spontaneous.
"Ohhh!" he screamed as his body slid sideways and our organs
touched, pressed and slid over themselves. Kevin repeated the
motion to make them slide together again, in the opposite
direction this time.
"I love you, son!"
"Wurrraaaagh!" Kevin yelled at the top of his lungs as I felt his
potent penis probe suddenly into me, and a wet, hot little stream
form a puddle on my unsuspecting stomach.
"Kevin, you came!" I said triumphantly.
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(CHAPTER END: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 2)
I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me.
THANK YOU for reading. (I'm only estimating 6 chapters.)
Thank you so much those that wrote to me. You did a great job
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--Eric
IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DO THAT WILL BE INTERESTING TO YOU AND
HELP ME WRITE A BETTER, MORE EROTIC STORY FOR YOU, PLEASE READ
THE NOTES AT THE END OF CHAPTER 1, IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.
Please write to Eric at:
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MAIN CHARACTERS:
David(34) and Steven(36) are brothers (and are portrayed
less often than their sons, at least for now).
DAVID and STEVEN are the 2 dads. Kevin, Eric, Michael, and
Mark are collectively the sons of the 2 dads, and are the 4
cousins.
David's Sons: Kevin(16)* and Eric(19)
Steven's Sons: Michael(15) and Mark(19)
* Kevin is 12 just for the very start of the story,
which will soon jump to where Kevin is 16.
Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story and
actual persons is purely unintentional and coincidental. There
are no such persons as David, Steven, Eric, Michael, or Mark in
my life; and though there are many people by those names, I don't
know any at the moment. Kevin is the one exception.
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MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 2