Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 19:53:55 -0500
From: Eric L <eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Sexuality - Chapter 3
MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 3
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 3 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!
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"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.
My son made a noise so sexually telling, it stirred me. Feelings
of pure joy and lust slithered through my being and his.
"Kevin, that was beautiful!" My 12-year-old son had achieved his
first wet orgasm as he slid his penis back and forth between our
pressed-together bodies. Kevin's own pre-sexual fluid provided
the lubrication.
I moved over and lifted Kevin so he could see what I had felt
during his climax. "Look at this," I said, pointing to Kevin's
little puddle.
"I did that?"
"Yes. I felt it shoot out of you, Kevin."
"Oh, YES! YESSSSSSSSS!"
Having felt Kevin's warm semen pour out of him for the first time
had made me weak, knowing how special a moment this was for him.
The poor lad, himself, was limp with the aftereffects of his
first liquid climax--despite his momentary vocal energy. I
thrilled to the feel of my son's first cum on my stomach--a
puddle which he later examined rather thoroughly.
I loved watching his perfect boyish body squirming--his sweaty
tummy heaving for breath, the unmatched, sensual look on his
ever-animated face--his just-ended pleasure echoing all through
him. With fatherly pride, I realized that the sudden blow of his
mammoth orgasm still gripped his young body.
"Oh, yeah! Uuhmmmm."
"That's good, Kevin, so good."
"Ahhhrrrrr."
"Tell me how it was, boy."
"Mmmm--real good, dad," my breathless son moaned.
"Anything else?"
"Strong. Hurt my balls a little, but it was good. Wow, I can't
believe I can shoot cum now!"
"Yes, you can, Kevin. You can cum, for real, now. You're
growing up." I hugged my son, sharing in the joy of his sexual,
once-in-a-lifetime discovery, knowing--feeling with him--the
pride he was feeling about himself.
For me, what I'd said induced both joy and sadness--growing up
meant new pleasures for my boy, more new discoveries in the areas
we discussed so often in our naked showers. It also meant that
Kevin would move on, someday--beyond me and the house he grew up
in. But that was years away.
"Mmmm."
I wanted Kevin to be free to float in his exquisite feelings, so
I put a towel over his lower half, hoping to do his clean-up for
him later--and pulled the covers up to his waist. I rejoiced in
kissing his forehead, chest, and mouth.
"Um, no fair!" Kevin said, when my lips touched his, as he was
still quite breathless, and my lips hindered his breathing.
Nonetheless, although I insisted in pressing in for a kiss, he
smiled and laughed all through the inconvenience--as only a young
boy can do. The laughter of his delightful, vibrating lips
tickled mine. "I wanna do it again," he voiced, this time
sounding younger than his years.
"Wait, son. Wet orgasms are a little different. You can't rush
into another one quite as soon as you could with your dry
orgasms."
"Really, dad?"
"Yes. Someday we can try rushing into the next one, if you want,
and see how you think it feels. But for now, let's keep you
happy and peaceful, okay?"
"Sure, dad," Kevin said with that endearing, disarming smile of
his.
"Besides, you look worn out."
"Yeah," he said laughing, "a little whipped, I guess."
As if admitting that had magically energized his body, Kevin
suddenly sat up and looked at me. I watched his eyes follow with
interest all the lines of my body.
"Dad, wow! You're still hard."
"When a guy gets excited, he often stays hard until he cums,
son."
"Oh, yeah. That makes sense," he said, getting excited by the
minute.
"I'm glad you understand my predicament. Of course, only a boy
or another man would--"
"Oh. Yeah. Dad, what should you--I mean, what can we . . . I
mean . . . . Should I try to, you know, DO something?" Kevin
said, with such tender care for my sexual desires. This was all
new to him.
"Yes, Kev. I was going to teach you this today anyhow. I know
you know the term jerking off, or jacking off."
"Yeah."
"But the real word is masturbation. Have you ever tried it,
since we talked about it?"
"Yeah . . . you mean like touching yourself and when it feels
good?"
"Yes, but I mean doing it until that real strong feeling comes--
your orgasm."
"Yeah, but it felt weird doing it alone--a little scary. So um
. . . that canceled out some of the good feeling, I think. I
wanna do it with you, dad."
"With me? You mean masturbate?"
"Not just that--yeah, that--but ANY of this stuff. I mean, with
you."
"Oh, Kevin--that's very nice. I want you tell you--A boy needs
to know there is someone who will always be there to hold him and
help him feel good like that. And I always will for you--and
don't ever feel that it's weak for you to need that. It's a
strength to know what you need, and then go after it." I
surprised myself with my words, and felt that I'd hit on the very
thrust of life, itself.
I wanted to tell him that someday he might also enjoy other boys
his age sexually, but I thought it may not have crossed Kevin's
mind, so it was too soon to bring that up. Besides, in no way
was I ready to think about that, much less face the fact that one
day, Kevin would likely discover the pleasure of other boys like
himself. My son was suddenly hugging me.
"Yeah, dad. I know you'll always be here. I love you," my boy
said, surprising me with the genuine warmth of his response.
"I love you very much, Kevin." His face held an angelic look,
which soon modulated to a more determined expression.
"Now I wanna do it."
"Do it? Oh--you mean jerk me off until I cum?" I said, confident
that Kevin had correctly followed a line of logic.
"Yeah!"
"Good!" I said greedily, not believing I had actually responded
in that manner. Something selfish inside me bid me go on, to my
chagrin.
Then again, I wondered if this might not be the right way to
respond to Kevin's momentous offer--no extreme emotions or
showering him with gushing gratitude--just plain being horny and
wanting to get on with it. I was torn with doubt. "Since you've
done it alone and know what to do, just take some of the lube
over there and start in, son."
"Well, dad--I mean, I did it, but I didn't do it that good. So
um, maybe you could show me . . . how YOU like it."
"Fair enough, Kevin." I smiled at my boy, knowing it was hard
for him to admit what he did on his own didn't quite measure up
to what he wanted me to believe he did. On this small point, I
felt it was more important that Kevin save face and protect his
young male pride, than for me to probe him and get the absolute
truth. "Thank you, Kevin," I whispered in his ear--close enough
that my lips tickled him a bit.
Kevin pushed down the blanket in all seriousness, and wiped
himself off with the towel I had given him. "Okay, how much of
this stuff do you like, dad?" he asked, holding the container of
lubricant.
"Cup your hand, and get enough so that it's the size of a
quarter, or about an inch in the palm of your hand," I said,
referring to the amount of lube that he should have. "Then just
wrap your hand around my--"
"Around your penis! Your dick! I know that part!" my boy said,
his eyes brimming with enthusiasm.
I was going to tell Kevin how tightly to squeeze, when his hot
hand went rapid-fire into stroking my aching cock. "Good. A
little slower, Kevin." Of course, he responded instantly.
"It's really cool jerking you off, dad--I mean, I've been wanting
to," Kevin said blushing, with only a little nervousness showing
through his all-encompassing excitement. Again, besides the
sexual feelings that were building up in me because of Kevin's
hand, I felt incredibly charmed by my young son. "Feels awesome
in my hand--strong and big--like it's really powerful. Um . . .
how's it feel to you, dad?"
"Ah . . . God! Uhh, v-very good, son."
"Oh, wow," Kevin said fascinated, his hand suddenly motionless.
"Kevin, keep going!"
"Oh, sorry, dad. It just looked like--I mean sounded like you
were going to . . . you know, cum."
By this time Kevin had mercifully resumed stroking. "Yes, very
good Kevin, I, oh . . . AM getting close," I said breathlessly.
"Oh, THAT'S how you say it. Close."
I smiled at the things Kevin was learning. His face was in total
absorbed fascination with what he was doing. I wanted to tell
him I was going to cum right at that moment, but I could only
grunt and moan. As my body tensed, I felt a tremendous sudden
flow at the base of my cock.
"Aahhhhhgh!" I yelled. I saw Kevin's forehead take the first
blast of my cum.
"Oh, God!" Kevin screamed excitedly. "Yeah, dad!"
A few more squirts hit Kevin's face and arm. He finally removed
himself from the path of the potent shots, and put his face for a
sideways view, close to the tip of my penis, and watched the
pulsating, rhythmic streams of my orgasm take off into the air.
I jumped in surprise toward the end, as Kevin's hand lovingly
cupped my scrotum.
"Wow. That was awesome, dad! And these things move!" he said--
the last part referring to the motion of the testicles within the
scrotum.
"Mmmmphhh," I replied, unable to actually speak.
"This stuff is still hot," Kevin said, sufficiently entranced
with my semen to put his hand in a puddle of it, and rub it
around on my chest.
"Mmmm."
"Did I do okay, dad? I mean, did it feel good like it's s'posed
to?" my boy asked, grinning as if he'd just had the time of his
life.
"Yes. Oh, yes, Kevin!" I said, still not recovered from the
gigantic climax my son had given me.
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I knew that Kevin would be horny through the night, so I planned
to take him downstairs to our little gym, to do some weights and
aerobics--hoping I could tire him out, and dissipate some of his
sexual desires.
"We can work out NAKED, cant we, dad?"
I had not, but should have, anticipated this buoyant attitude and
outrageous idea from my young son, who naturally now wanted to
experiment licentiously with nakedness and anything sexual. I
had my doubts, however. "Well, Kevin, uh . . . sure! Why not?!"
It was definitely not what I had in mind.
"Okay, let's get undressed," my excited boy said, grinning with a
beautiful, broad, endearing smile. I could think of nothing more
precious to me than this boy--my son, Kevin. But I was convinced
there would be a great challenge, trying to work out in the nude.
I always conjured a certain mind set when I went to work out--a
sense of pumping myself up mentally and physically--a picture in
my mind that I was going to overcome great challenges, none of
which would be the least bit daunting.
But--did you ever try to work out alongside a cute, 12-year-old
boy with a stiffie? Not just an hardon, but a rigid, vertical,
maximum-hardness, boy-erection! My mind set was gone, and it was
all I could do, now, to keep my hands off him and try to
concentrate on safety.
"This is so cool, dad--thanks for letting me do this!" he said--
his mood so different from mine, the contrast was startling.
As I thought about his words, I began to feel as if I were on
another planet. Letting HIM do this? I thought I had been the
one, wanting beyond want to see him naked--with some boorish hope
of pleasuring myself along with him--and here he was thanking ME
for LETTING him do this! I HAD to say something.
"Kevin . . . son--you have to know . . . I need to tell you
something."
"Sure, dad!" Kevin said with a delicious boyish smile--and I
thanked God that his face held its enthusiasm and joy. This
meant so much to me--telling my boy I needed to talk to him,
without seeing him sink into guilt or negativity.
"Kevin, I AM letting you do this, but there's more to it than
that," I said--anxious as to how I would word my next statement,
but aware that it would be a good message for Kevin to hear.
"I love, you boy--"
"I know, dad," he said, playing with the handles of the rowing
machine.
"I wanted you to know: Part of the reason we're doing this is
because you're a very beautiful and happy boy; a good boy that
I'm so proud of . . . and--"
"Sure, dad," Kevin said with his arm around my waist so
affectionately--as if reassuring me, confirming what I was saying
with his enchanting voice, sleek little body, and boyish soul.
"Kevin, you need to know that to me, your beauty goes beyond
that--it's cute, sensual, sexual, and it makes me want to be very
close to you and do sexual things with you. It arouses me. When
you're around, I want you." I surprised myself by adding that
last part--so painfully honest it was.
I was sweating by the time I was finished speaking, but I had
made the most significant admission of my life. I should have
known that Kevin's reaction would have none of the negative
components I feared--that his words would not leave me feeling
guilty afterwards.
"I turn you on, then," Kevin said sweetly and quietly, and with
an unaccustomed, understated thoughtfulness. Tears streamed down
the boy's beautiful face, their silence speaking loudly to me.
"I felt . . . I thought I was wrong for--"
"What?"
"Yeah, dad! Because you turn ME on," Kevin said firmly, facing
me squarely, like a man beyond his years, prepared to state his
true position and face the consequences, whatever they might be.
"Oh, son!" I cried, regretting that I was interrupting him, and
scrambling to change my crying mood to a positive one. "That's
really good, Kevin--really good."
"I know it is, now, dad," Kevin said unusually calmly. His smile
disarmed me once again--and at the most unexpected time.
"I couldn't ask for a better son than you, Kevin." I was certain
the conversation had been a great relief for both of us.
"I need to show you something on the computer--right now!" my boy
said with great purpose, changing moods with dizzying speed, and
looking like a small boy at Christmas. A slight devilish smile
was forming, but I could tell Kevin was also a bit apprehensive.
We walked naked and in silence up the stairs and down the hallway
to Kevin's room, while I admired the perfection of my son's very
attractive, firm little buttocks. We arrived at Kevin's computer
and he put a picture up on the screen. I looked at his face, saw
the charming gulp that accompanied his signature, alluring smile.
"I wanna do that, dad."
It was a picture of a boy and man, with models different from the
pictures he'd shown me before. The boy was kneeling with the
man's cock halfway in his mouth. There were no exaggerated
facial expressions. The boy's arms went tenderly around the
man's legs. The man had a slight smile that was somewhere
between the sexual tension and pleasure he felt, and the
gratitude he must have had toward the boy. And the boy's face
could only be described as having a Mona Lisa smile. In my
mind's ear, I kept replaying Kevin's last statement, to make sure
I had it right: 'I wanna do that, dad.' After a few moments, I
had a glorious, painful erection.
"Oh, son! So do I!" I said, leaving the statement stand, despite
the stark ambiguity as to whether I wanted Kevin to do that to
me, or allow myself to do that to him. At this point, it didn't
matter.
"Yes, right now!" Kevin said, dropping quickly to his knees, his
last syllable vibrating my rigid erection.
I wanted to tell him that we should do this in bed; that bed
would be more suited to this wonderful, landmark moment, but I
was unable to control my mouth or vocal cords. I could not
believe that my son had taken the initiative and taken my hungry
hardness into his mouth. The fervor of his effort and his
innocent little lips set fire to my yearnings. In seconds, I
ejaculated into his mouth.
"Uuupphhhh!"
Apparently he had not anticipated that outpouring, as his face
reflected much surprise, and a good deal of my cum dripped down
Kevin's face. At the last moment, he composed himself and took
the last shot or two in his mouth in earnest. He did not
hesitate swallowing it, and made total eye contact with me while
doing so.
"Mmmm," he said afterward, emphasizing his pleasure, and shooting
another potent, mysterious smile at me--its effect traveled down
to my very foundations.
I made a number of incoherent sounds of my own before finding my
voice. "Oh, son! That was beautiful!"
But my eyes began to blur over, and I did not see Kevin's lips,
which soon pressed urgently into mine. I invited his tongue into
my mouth by gently probing his. Immediately, Kevin shot his
tongue forward, giving me a rush of pleasure.
Not only was I tasting my cum, I was, for the first time, tasting
it from my son's hot mouth. Soon, his tongue pressed and danced
urgently against mine--and there is hardly a word to describe the
unrivalled eroticism created by the vibrations of a boy's tongue
in your mouth when he is excited--a sign of the aroused young
man's fiery desires, no doubt.
The sheer strength and persistence of Kevin's sexuality made it
easy for me momentarily to think of him as a young man, beyond
the boy stage--despite the fact that it would be some years
before Kevin had the height, weight, hair growth, and deeper
voice that would entitle him to classification as a young man.
"Oh, dad," Kevin moaned softly, the throes of extreme sexual need
overtaking him.
Standing, I swooped my arms down and carried my beautiful, sexy
young son from his room to my bed, where I gently placed him on
his back. I turned, looking for a fresh towel, and when my gaze
again rested on his body, he presented me with something I never
dreamed I would see my son doing: Holding his penis, aiming it
deliberately in my direction using two of his fingers, and making
it obvious he was presenting his hardon to me for sucking--that
he had a potent need, one that would not be satisfied in any
other way.
I had a feeling he had learned this through his internet
research. I smiled as the rush of words came unexpectedly into
my mouth.
"Oh, Kevin, yes!" I said, responding to the message of his aimed
penis, and seeing the fierce desire finally overwhelm him.
"Suck me, dad."
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(CHAPTER END: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 3)
I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me.
THANK YOU for reading. Six chapters was JUST a guess, and it
looks there will be more than that.
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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 for the start of the story, which
will jump later 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. I have a lover named Kevin. We're
together 11 years.
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MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 3