Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 23:47:06 -0400
From: David Falcone <davisboy1995@hotmail.com>
Subject: Showering with my Son

My son and I had always been very casual about nudity around each other, I
don't know why, but for whatever reason, it was never a big deal.  He was
one of those little kids who thought it was hilarious to run around the
house naked, and I guess he never outgrew it.  Max is very ADHD, and when
he started puberty, he would often stink because he just would zone out in
the shower and forget to use soap and shampoo.  It got so bad that my wife
directed me to take him in the shower with me at least once a week to make
sure he washed.  Again, this was no big deal to either one of us, and in
fact, we kind of clowned around and had fun with it.  So, it became a
Saturday morning ritual for us to shower together.

I'm a runner, and around the time he turned 11, Max wanted to start running
with me.  I like to run in the afternoons, and take a quick
rinse-the-sweat-off shower after, even though I still prefer to take my
main shower in the morning.  Again, it was my wife's idea (if she only knew
what she was setting in motion...) that Max should join me for the post-run
shower as she was finishing up getting dinner on the table.

It was around this time too, that puberty really kicked in.  Prior to this,
I never had a single sexual thought about Max as we showered together, but
over the period of just about four months, his pubes started coming in, and
his dick got fairly large--he was a lot bigger at 12 years old than I
remember being.  Suddenly, I found myself getting aroused at the sight of
him.

Inevitably, of course, one day it happened.  One afternoon after a run, I
was already in the shower and Max was taking his time getting his
sweat-soaked shirt and shorts off.  Finally, he pulled open the shower door
and said in an excited voice, "Look dad, my dick is sticking up! Why's it
do that?"  Sure enough, he had a raging hard-on, and like most preteens, it
stuck up at a 45-degree angle.  I was flustered to say the least.  But I
forced myself to regain my composure and gave him a brief talk on the
mechanics of an erection.  His dick stayed hard the entire time, and I was
fighting to keep myself from getting hard.

Hard as I tried, I couldn't help starting at his amazing hard-on and
suddenly decided it was now or never.  So, I asked him if he wanted me to
show him how to make it go back down.  He said sure, and I positioned
myself behind him.  I told him that this was just dad and son having some
fun, nothing to freak out about, and promised him I would stop at any time
if he asked me to.  With that, I soaped up my hands, then reached around
Max's front and slowly began stroking his dick.  He sucked in his breath
and then leaned back against me, saying "oh man, dad, that feels awesome".
I knew in that moment that he had not yet discovered the joys of
self-pleasure.  I kept up a slow stroking, and by this point, my own dick
was rock hard and pressing into Max's back, but he didn't seem to notice or
care.  He was lost in the moment of pleasure.

I increased speed and soon felt that familiar tightening in his body that
told me he was on the edge.  In moments, he exploded in his first orgasm,
shooting a small amount of boy jizz against the shower wall.  He continued
to lean against me for a moment, then straightened up and started babbling
in his typical fashion, telling me how awesome that was.  I reminded him
that this was a "guys only" thing that he couldn't talk about with mom.  We
finished up our shower, and as Max got out and dressed, I quickly took care
of my own dick before joining Max at the dinner table.

The next day in the shower, he asked if I would do it again, which I gladly
did.  This time, he noticed my erection and marveled over its size, then
asked if he could watch me "do that" to myself, which I did.  Having my son
watch me masturbate resulted in one of the most intense orgasms I could
ever remember.

This became an almost daily routine over the next several weeks, and Max
confided in me that he had started masturbating himself in bed at night.  I
gave him tips on clean up (a sock, of course--can't have mom finding your
cummy sheets), lube, and techniques.  One time after I stroked him off to a
powerful orgasm (he was now producing much more jizz), he asked if he could
try doing me.  I was a little reluctant, but agreed.  He gave me a great
hand job, but that was the only time he ever offered.

One day, about three months into our little game, I decided to take it to
the next level.  I began stroking him as usual, then suddenly stopped.  I
asked him if I could show him something special, something even better than
jacking off.  He said sure, and so I got down on my knees in front of him,
then stuck my tongue out and licked his knob. He nearly collapsed, but
steadied himself against the back wall.  I moved in closer and took my
son's cock in my mouth.  I took him all the way down to his sparse pubes.
Max was whimpering with pleasure as I gave him his first blow job.  He
began to mutter "oh fuck yes, oh dad, oh fuck..." and in minutes, he tensed
and then blasted my throat with hot pre-teen spunk.  After we both
recovered for a moment, I asked him how that felt.  He said it was amazing.
Since that day almost a year ago, I have continued to blow my son in the
shower almost every day.