Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 22:48:27 -0500
From: Eric L <eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5

MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5       *** ADULT FICTION ***
A story of male-male ('gay') sex and incest - (Kevin age 12 now)
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.

Credit goes to Austin for providing ideas used in this chapter.
Thank you, Austin, for your emails.
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MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5   IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!
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      I tried an experiment, quietly resting my lips on the head
      of his penis--heartlessly leaving most of his sensitive
      male skin in contact with the air, with nothing to touch or
      excite it.  In a few seconds, Kevin pumped his hips
      frantically, ramming his sex-starved erection into my mouth
      with fierce, rapid thrusts.  My boy's strength was
      extraordinary, and I backed off for fear that his pubic
      bone would loosen my teeth--so colossal was the impact of
      his body.

      "Oh, daddy, AHHH!" Kevin shouted, as he grabbed the back of
      my head and shot into my mouth.

      ______



"Oh, God, uh!  Uh!  Uh!  WRAUUUGGHHHHHHH!!"

The youthful screams of Kevin's orgasm penetrated to the seat of
my sexual desire.  If my energetic, 12-year-old son had not been
on his back, he surely would have required help just to stand.
As it was, his erotic wriggles were enough to make a man
masturbate.

"Rummmf, oooh, oh, oh God!  Ah!  Uh, uh, uh, uh, UHH!"

"That's beautiful, Kevin," I said softly--momentarily taking my
mouth from the organ of his excitement--but Kevin was not able to
take in any outside information at the moment.

I counted five distinct pulses of my son's pubescent juices
flowing across my tongue.  Each one, I thought, stronger, warmer,
tastier, and more arousing than the one before.  But the overall
pulsations of Kevin's body and the hard flesh of his penis--
combined with the hot, youthful taste of his young semen--perhaps
were the most arousing of all.

I sat back to admire my son.  The light glinted brilliantly from
his blonde hair, and his long eyelashes sparkled.  The sheen of
his pert, opened, round lips and very white teeth seemed to ask
for a kiss.  His smooth skin had incredible beauty and
suppleness.  I let my fingers drift across his chest, to his
small, thin nipples, erect and slightly swollen.

Not just Kevin's appearance, but his sounds and actions were
erotic icons that continued to sexually enchant me.  He enticed
me with his shining, sweating chest, alive with heaving breaths.
The sounds of his breathing--desperate for air--had not only an
erotic quality, but were distinctly, sweetly adolescent.

I yielded to the temptation to suck his captivating nipples--and
they were delicious.  It was a shame to cause the poor boy more
sudden jerks of his body, not to mention the additional moans.
It was as if sparks were coming off the hard tips of those erect
nipples and onto my tongue, into my body, energizing my cock like
a teenager's.

I put my hand over Kevin's cum-soaked hand as a sign of unity,
and to silently communicate to him that touching his cum was a
good thing, not to be avoided--hoping that he would feel the same
about his own cum, and mine.  But more than that--I wanted to
feel it, wanted to touch the evidence of my boy's manhood,
however far he was from achieving that life-landmark--and I
wanted intimate contact with the evidence of his pleasure, in
which I participated.

As my son's breathing slowed, I leaned forward and licked some of
his man-fluid from his cockhead and his hand, then deliberately
took my tongue to his mouth.  Again entranced by my boy's
beautiful teeth, I slid the tip of my tongue over the neat row of
gleaming whites and under his lips.

Instantly, I was rewarded by my beautiful boy's wide-open mouth,
and a kiss of passion that quite overwhelmed me.  Kevin's hand
groped for my erection, and when he had grasped it, he moaned
somewhat incoherently.  Finally, he spoke.

"I want it.  Give it to me," Kevin said.

Reluctantly, as I did not want to spoil the boy's moment, I
shifted around until my cock was at his lips.  Kevin did the best
he could through his heaving breaths to suck me--intermittently
at first.  At least the tip of my penis received the erotic heat
and magic manipulation of his energetic mouth.

It was a beautiful blow job--more so because of the difficulty of
position that Kevin had overcome to suck me.  It was as if my son
were saying, 'I can sacrifice for you--you're not the only one,'
and that had a definite endearing effect.

I looked at Kevin.  His beauty was not merely in my eye--this was
a hot kid.  A cuter face would be hard to find and impossible to
describe; his perfect little boy-build--with tiny wisps of body
sheen (soon to be hair), nice firm, thin, smooth muscles, and all
his other features--kept my eyes riveted on him.

I felt protective--that I should shield him from the prying,
lustful eyes of others.  And I knew I would do that, just as my
son's tongue sent a strong wave of pleasure through me.  I
shivered in the sudden burst of sexual sensation.

"Ahh!" I shouted.

"Urrmff, urmmf," Kevin moaned, nodding encouragingly--though with
his mouth full of his father's pole, I couldn't make out what he
was trying to say.  The vibrations of his vocal efforts, however,
intensified my sensual enjoyment.

Finally, with my cock still properly ensconced there, Kevin
opened his mouth enough to say, "Cum."

I needed no further prompting, and came profusely in my son's
eager mouth.  Although his Adam's apple bobbed furiously in an
effort to swallow, Kevin could not take it all, which was
perfectly understandable.

My son made an enchanting vision of budding adolescence--his own
penis drenched in cum and still grasped in his hand, and now
mine, partially in his mouth, with my semen on his face and
puddled all around.

"Oh, dad!  That was so good, my dick won't get soft," Kevin said,
more recovered than I.

"Yes--mine's about the same, son."

I shifted position again and took my son in my arms, kissed him
deeply, and reveled in his return passion.  There was no shyness
as our dicks rubbed together, adding voltage to our arousal.

Then, very slowly, I kissed every part of his face and neck,
giving him probably a hundred kisses in the process.  Toward the
end, my kisses were almost playful in effect, but there was
something deeper happening in Kevin that defied description--
other than the deep contentment I saw on my son's sweet face, and
that I felt within me, filling me.

Even as I got up to cover him, I felt the youthful heat of my
son's body--no doubt, fueled by his relentless sexual drive.
After putting a blanket on him, I donned my robe and walked
quietly to the living room, hoping to give my boy a nice,
comforting period of well-deserved rest.

I stopped in the bathroom to take a shower.  I enjoyed the warm
water almost as much as the warm thoughts I was having about my
son.

In the living room, I called my favorite restaurant and ordered
an old favorite--roast beef sandwiches.  Then I proceeded to
build a fire, which was something Kevin and I always liked.  It
wasn't long before the fireplace was glowing, and the familiar
crackling sound worked its magic and soothed what little was left
to be soothed after a loving, satisfying sexual escapade.

I made some hot tea.  I was proud that through my influence,
Kevin had developed a liking for tea, although he drank other
things, including gallons of milk.  I no sooner thought that,
when Kevin appeared.  I felt my heart leap joyfully into my
throat--not only at the sheer sight of my son, but that Kevin not
only wore a proud smile, he was otherwise naked.  The fact that
he had an erection simply added to my body's internal, erotic
pounding.  I could feel the beginnings of a potent blush.

"Hi, dad."

"H-hi, Kevin.  Did you shower already?"

"Yup.  Sure did."

"How are you feeling?"

"Great!  You?"  I could tell he was making an effort, but his
manner was very natural and relaxed.

"Oh, wonderful.  Some tea, son?"

"Yeah--I just wanna grab a bite.  Be right there," Kevin said
casually, as he disappeared into the kitchen.

I said nothing.  I had learned a long time ago, no matter how
close it was to mealtime, never argue with a growing boy's desire
to eat something.  While my son was still in the kitchen, I stood
next to the couch and removed my robe.  Then it was just a matter
of taking off my underwear before I would be completely
undressed.  Kevin arrived before I could remove my boxers.

"Hey, dad, what are you doing?"

"Copying you, getting naked," I said, looking right into his
bright blue eyes, and grasping the boxers' waistband.

Kevin's reaction was remarkable.  He smiled broader than any
smile I'd ever seen.  It was a warm, happy, self-satisfied smile
--the kind boys project easily, but adults hide.

"Dad, wow," he said with the happy ease of total relief and
relaxation, "I never thought you would ever copy ME!"

As I removed my underwear, I let my approving smile be my
response.  I enjoyed looking at him, naked or not.

Kevin looked as if he were gloating over the fact that I had
copied him--and if that made him happy, I was all for it.  Soon,
I was completely naked.

There were Kevin's analyzing eyes, looking back and forth between
his body and mine.  "Almost, dad."

"Almost?"

"Yeah.  You're not exactly copying me yet.  Don't you see the
difference?"

"Let's sit by the fire, Kevin, take our tea, and you can tell
me."

"Deal!" my sexy boy said with a smile of enthusiasm, and cookie
crumbs on his cheeks.

We sat peacefully, shoulder-to-shoulder before the fire, on a
well-padded, curved sort of bench I had built just for this.  We
no sooner set our teacups down when Kevin's hand wrapped around
my penis.

"That's the difference, dad--you're not hard.  If you're gonna
copy me you gotta . . . get . . . wow, that's quick!" Kevin said,
marveling at my erection.

"Don't let that fool you--you really satisfied it."

"Yeah," Kevin said giggling, "that was so good, dad."  He said it
happily.  Then his face dropped, "Dad--can I . . . can we . . .
you know, go naked around the house?  I got friends, they brag
about going naked and not getting caught.  It would be so cool
if--"

"Sure Kevin.  As long as no one else but me is around.  And NO
telling your schoolmates about this."

"Can I do it if I'm home alone?"

"Yes, of course you can."

"Dad, you're so cool."

"I don't know about cool, but I know I'm in love with a certain
boy."

"You ARE?" Kevin said, the joy suddenly drained from him.

"Yes, Kevin--it's YOU!"

"Oh, God, yeah!"  He said, in worried-looking but obvious relief.
Neither of us laughed.  Our eyes locked.

"It's okay, Kevin.  It's okay to be insecure--everyone is, at
your age."

"I feel so dumb, I mean--"

"No.  You're not dumb, Kevin," I said, hugging my son tightly,
"Even when I tell you things directly, it's hard for the full
meaning of what I said to get through to you, completely."

"What do you mean, dad?"

"I love you--really love you, Kevin.  Not like man and wife,
because we're man and man, with sex between us.  I mean better
than man and wife--it's a stronger love I feel.  Over time, I've
imagined a lifetime of loving you."

"Oh, dad," Kevin said with considerable emotion, as he pressed
into me.

I thought of all the things I wanted to do for Kevin--all the
ways I loved him.  I wanted to teach him all my social and
negotiating skills so he would be successful in the world; to
encourage him in his talents and interests, so I don't discourage
something important that's growing inside him.  I want to
strengthen him in many ways, including physical and emotional.  I
would help him become as perfect as possible, but I would not
lecture him on doing better and better--I would love him however
he turned out.

"Maybe not a full lifetime Kevin, but until you're out on your
own and away from me, at least.  I wonder if you want that kind
of love, and sex, and--"

"GOD, YES!" Kevin yelled, sliding to the floor to a sort of
kneeling position--though he was sitting on his legs, which were
straight out behind him.  His face showed his doubts.  "Never
away from you!"

"It's okay, Kevin.  I hoped with all I had that you wanted it,
too."

"But--but you kinda knew, right?  By now, I mean--you knew, deep
down, that I wanted this.  Not just the sex, but love and being
happy, right?"

"Yes, Kevin--deep down inside, I knew."

I slipped to the floor to join my boy, and we ended up lying next
to each other, like lovers on a beach.  I reviewed all the
questions that had come up in my mind recently.  Is it all right
to teach my son these things?  Will he disapprove someday?  Is
this all wrong?  Am I doing it right?  Will we always love each
other?

I thought of all those things and assumed Kevin had similar
thoughts, while we dared touch each other in all the private
areas normally reserved for a lover--and some, perhaps, that only
a man and his son could be comfortable with.  It was not so much
a sensual touching, but a defiant one--saying we wouldn't let
anything stop us.

The light from my son's eyes pushed lovingly into me and warmed
me as we lay there chest-to-chest, face-to-face.  The sheer
beauty, warmth, and innocence that had been entrusted to me was
overwhelming.  His goodness simply flowed.  His words came
slowly, and his throat was tight with emotion.

"Just . . . always let me love you, dad--and always love me."

And then we cried.  We embraced firmly as we let each other's
tears flow, and silently proclaimed approval.

eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com
(CHAPTER END:  MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5)

I really hope you like the story so far, and you write to me.

THANK YOU for reading.  Emails have slowed down.  What do you
think--should I end this story here?  I was hoping to go a lot
more than six chapters if you liked my story.  I know you
sometimes get horny after reading a chapter--but please do stop
to send a comment the author, to give him a reason to write more.
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You don't have to write about the story if you don't want to.
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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.

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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 show Kevin go through stages from 13 to 19.

Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story and
actual persons living or dead 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.

eric_kevin_story@hotmail.com

MY SON'S SEXUALITY - Chapter 5