Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 02:15:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son A Lesson

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 1
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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I glanced at my phone as I poured another Scotch. It was past three in the
morning, and I was at least halfway drunk. My seventeen year old son, in
his first month of being a high school senior, was out past curfew for the
third Saturday in a row. Sean was popular. Athletic, strong, and
good-looking, he got invited to the best parties, and while I was willing
to overlook the occasional infraction, lately he had been testing my
limits. The previous Saturday he brought a girl home and fucked her loudly,
making no effort to hide what he was doing. When I yelled at him the
following morning, he ignored me.

Sean hasn't always lived with me. His mother and I split when he was four,
and he lived with her until two months ago when she decided that he needed
a male role-model. At first things were fine. Sean and I have always been
more like buddies than father and son and living together worked
well. Then, slowly, he started to bend the rules. Over the past two weeks
he had graduated to complete disobedience and didn't even act like he was
sorry.

I took another slug from my glass of scotch and stared at the wall. I was
determined to confront him tonight and set things straight.

Half an hour later, a car dropped him off. When he stumbled into the house
I stood up. He was visibly shocked by my presence.

"Sit down, son," I said calmly. "We need to have a little talk about the
rules."

"I'm tired, man." Sean said. He flashed me a toothy grin. His dark blond
hair was messed up and his green eyes were unfocused. He laughed a little,
"And I'm kind of drunk."

So am I, I thought. "I want to talk now."

I put my hand on his shoulder, intent on pushing him into the chair. He
immediately pulled away. "I'm going to bed," he yelled. I could smell cheap
beer on his breath, and the stink of cigarettes and perfume. He stormed off
to his room. I was determined to be firm with him and to really lay down
the law. If I didn't figure out how to handle him soon, I'd have to send
him back to live with his mother, and given how hard of a time she was
having, Sean would probably continue his downward spiral. He was on the
verge of fucking up his life and needed some tough love.

I walked down the hall, banged on his bedroom door, and opened it without
waiting. Sean stood next to his closet in his boxer briefs and socks. He
had one hand on the waistband of his briefs, getting ready to pull them off
when he turned. He starred daggers at me.

It had been a long time since I had seen Sean with so few clothes on. Our
father son camping trips had ended years ago. I had to admit that I was
pleased with what I saw. He was lean and his body was starting to fill
out. He had a nice chest and was close to having a six pack. There was
already a patch of dark fur on his chest and another rising from his waist
onto his stomach. He was going to be hairy like his old man.

"What the fuck, man?" he yelled.

"I said I wanted to talk."

"Well I'm going to bed." He said, holding his ground.

"Sit down and we'll talk." I said. I was losing my temper.

"I'm tired and I'm drunk. We'll talk in the morning if you want to."

"Sit the fuck down." I hollered. My patience was gone. My son was on the
verge of being a grown man and he should start acting like one.

Kyle stood his ground and smiled at me. Rage overcame me. He was a cocky
bastard, just like I had been when I was his age, and just like me he
needed someone to put him in his place. The military eventually did that
job with me, but Sean wasn't going to go in that direction.

"Why don't you come over here and make me." Sean taunted.

I was like a bull that had seen red. Fueled by one too many drinks and
weeks of putting up with his attitude, I charged him. He didn't move until
my hands touched his shoulders and then he started to fight back. Sean was
getting stronger and at seventeen he was probably one of the strongest guys
in his grade, but a few afternoons lifting with your buddys doesn't compare
to the strength I'd developed after decades of hard work in and out of the
gym. My biceps pulled at the sleeves of my white undershirt as I wrestled
him onto the bed.

Unintentionally, Sean ended up belly down across my knees as I fell onto
his bed. It reminded me of when he was a child. I'd only spanked him a few
times, but having him there, on top of me, put me right back into that
mode. I pulled my flat hand back and brought it down hard on his right
cheek. Then I hit the left, and then the right again. Sean struggled
against me.

 "What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck?"

"If you're going to act like a child, I'll treat you like one." I pulled
down the back of his boxer briefs and smacked him three times
barehanded. This did the trick. He stopped struggling and started to yelp
in pain. The skin on each cheek glowed bright red, and I gave each cheek
one more slap, as hard as I could, for good luck.

Sean was breathing hard, and when I stopped the shock dissipated and he
tried to get away from me. As he shifted his weight, his crotch pressed
against my knee and I felt his hard dick. My arm locked down across his
back and held him tight. Then I moved my knee, deliberately pushing against
his dick.

"What's this son?" I asked as I rubbed my knee against his cock.

Anger. He thrashed and tried to pull away. When he calmed down, I rubbed
his ass a few times. Apparently getting spanked turned my boy on. I'd
encountered so many submissive gay guys in the service that they didn't
freak me out, and the fact that this one was my son, well, I was too drunk
to care. It mad a kind of sense, really. Sean was acting out because he was
struggling against who he really was, trying to prove he was someone he
wasn't.

I rubbed his ass again, feeling my own cock thickening a little. "You're
out of control, son, but you don't have to worry. Daddy knows how to help."

I spanked him six more times in quick succession. Three times on each
cheek. He yelled out in pain and then jumped up off of me. I stood and
quickly adjusted my hardening dick so that he wouldn't notice it. Sean's
cock tented the front of his shorts. Even though it had only been about a
minute, there was already a wet spot at the tip.

"What the fuck?" Sean yelled. Then he rubbed his drunken eyes, "What the
fuck is happening?"

"I don't know. I was disciplining my boy and then he pitched a tent. Seems
like my little guy likes getting spanked."

"I . . ." he stuttered. He didn't have any words. I could tell by the way
that he was swaying that he was fairly drunk. If I let him sit down for a
few minutes, he would pass out. "I don't know what's going on."

"You're drunk, so this is going to be a little hard to handle, but you seem
to get off on getting spanked by me. Look, you're still hard."

"You were rubbing my ass and shit. You groped me."

"You're blaming me for this? You're the one that got a boner when I spanked
you. What are you hiding son?"

He turned away and told me to get out of his room. I advanced on him,
pushed him up against a wall, and shoved my hand down his shorts. I grabbed
his hard cock in my hand and squeezed until it showed on his face. He
looked right into my eyes and spit in my face. My free hand wrapped around
his neck and I squeezed that too.

"You're going to learn to respect me. You don't seem to be responding to
any normal way of parenting, so we're going to try something else. From now
on, you're going to listen to me, and you're going to treat my word like
it's the law."

His dick throbbed in my hand. My mind flashed back to his mother. Her and I
never really got along and Sean was about the only good thing that came out
of our relationship. However, the sex had always been stellar. She had a
submissive streak too, and though she liked to be in charge outside of the
bedroom, she liked to be chocked, held down, and fucked senseless behind
that door. The dirtier the names, the cruder the sex, the more she enjoyed
it. Judging from my son's reaction to my attempt at dominating him, it was
a family trait.

Sean had calmed down. "Looks like I finally found a way to get through to
you." I said as I squeezed his cock.

"This is fucking sick," he said. The defiance had left his voice, all that
was left was defeat and a hint of excitement.

"I get it," I said reading his face, "You're not gay. But I can tell that
you're submissive. You like it when men tell you what to do, don't you?
Your coaches, your teachers, maybe even your friends. It makes you feel
calm and in control, doesn't it? Well, now I'm going to take control. I'm
going to show you how to be completely free,"

I squeezed his cock again. He stared straight into my eyes. "I'm not gay,"
he whimpered.

I moved in close so I could whisper in his ear. I could smell his teenage
body and it was like a lightening bolt to my cock. I hadn't taken a guy
this young in decades, and I hadn't turned a guy in at least ten
years. That's the best part, I thought, teaching a guy who thinks he's
straight that he really loves having a cock in his mouth. I could tell that
Sean was ready. I could tell that he wanted it.

I grabbed my son by the back of his neck and pulled him back over to the
bed. I took him over my knees again, but this time I yanked down the back
of his shorts. I slapped him hard once, and at the same time I drove my
knee up into his cock. He instinctively humped my leg and I rubbed his ass
softly while he did. Then I slapped him hard again. He groaned. The sound
was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I ran my hand over his bare
cheeks and pulled one of the muscular cheeks to the side. His tight hole
winked back at me. There was a little bit of dark hair surrounding it, but
otherwise my boy was smooth back there. I ran my finger over his hole once
and then slapped him hard.

"You've got a tight little pussy, boy." I said as I ran my fingers over his
ass and between his cheeks. "With an ass like this you're going to drive
all the guys crazy."

I leaned over and kissed him on the back of the neck while I continued to
rub his ass. I could tell from the stiffness in his muscles that he hadn't
given up completely, but the fact that he was no longer resisting indicated
a conflict in his mind.

"You're out of control, boy. You need a man to take control, don't you? You
need a man to teach you not to think with your dick, not to give in to your
urges. Someone that can make you into who you need to be. Don't you?" I
felt him nod slightly. I slapped him hard. "Answer me."

"Yes," he said. I felt his body shudder and realized that he was sobbing. I
turned his head to face me and ran a finger under his eye.

"It's ok son. Trust me. Your life is about to get a lot better. You're
going to learn things about yourself that you never even imagined. But
first, you need to learn to give in to a man. You need to accept that
you're not one of us. You need to understand that you're here to serve
us. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To make men like me happy."

"I, uh, I don't know," he said.

I looked him in the eyes. "I'm going to help you figure it out. OK? Do you
trust me?"

He nodded. His eyes occasionally went out of focus and he was a long way
from sober. I was pretty sure I was committing date rape. That didn't
matter much to me in the moment. Once he got a taste of cock, he would
never look back. How he got there wouldn't cause him much concern after the
fact.

I slid him off of my legs so that he was between my knees. His briefs were
pulled down between his legs and his hard cock stuck straight up against
his stomach. His dick was about six inches long and uncut. It was a
perfectly normal cock. Apparently, dick size didn't run in the family,
because I was at least nine inches on a good day. When he was between my
legs I grabbed his skull and made him look at my face.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" I asked.

"No." he said.

I slapped his face lightly and raised an eyebrow. "No sir." I said. He
repeated the phrase.

"You think about it though, don't you? Do you ever look at the other guys
in the locker room and imagine what they must look like when they're
fucking their girlfriends? Maybe when you're jacking off you start to
imagine that you're one of those girls?"

He hesitated and I slapped him gently again. "Be honest."

"Sometimes, maybe." He paused, "I don't know, its confusing."

"Well, there is one test." I turned his head so that he was gazing straight
into my crotch. My cock was rock hard and laying across my thigh in my
sweat pants. The lump was visible. "Look at it." I said sternly.

My son sat on his knees between my legs and stared at my hard cock. He was
so beautiful, with his light brown, perfectly styled hair and green
eyes. His features were angular and there was just the beginning of a
shadow on his cheeks. He was so beautiful, and as he stared at my cock, I
knew he was mine. I was going to teach my little boy about sex with men and
show him a world he never knew existed.

"Touch it." I said softly. He looked up at me and our eyes connected for a
second, then his hand grabbed my cock. He squeezed the shaft, near the base
and slowly moved his hand up to the head. As he groped me, he leaned
inward, getting a little closer with every passing second.

"You want it don't you?" I said to him. When he hesitated again, I grabbed
his chin and turned his face "You don't have to lie to me son. I'm not
going to judge you and I'm not going to stop loving you." I cupped the back
of his head and pulled him into my crotch. When he was about two inches
away, he stopped resisting and he burrowed between my legs.

As he got his first feel of a man's cock against his face, of the heat and
the moisture and the smell, his whole body relaxed. I'd seen it before, the
moment when a gay guy finally figures it out and comes home for the first
time. Suddenly, Sean's life made sense to him. He knew what he was missing,
what he wanted, and what he needed. I held him gently and waited for him to
mouth my dick. Then I pushed him away.

"You want to suck that cock? Big fucking man dick?" I said, "Tell me what
you want."

"I, uh, I just want to see it," he said. He hadn't taken his face out of my
crotch. He was still in the zone, his eyes glassy and his mouth watering.

"Yeah? And then what."

"I don't know," he said. His voice was whiny and he sounded young.

I bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Look at you. You're already
being honest with me. If I'd have known that this was the way to get you to
listen, I would have fed you my dick a month ago. Here I had a perfect,
beautiful man cunt just down the hall from me waiting to get plugged and I
couldn't take advantage of it."

I slipped my finger into his mouth and he sucked on it. His tongue moved
across the tip. "Bet you've had lots of girls work your dick for
you. Haven't you?" he nodded. "Good, you'll know exactly what to do when I
shove my cock in your throat."

I pulled him deep into my crotch and rubbed his face against my thick
shaft. He purred softly and I played with his hair. I couldn't tell if he
was drunk or so deeply into the game we were playing that he didn't know
what was going on. In either case, he'd become pliable and easy. All signs
of resistance were gone.

"You're going to listen to me from now on. You understand?"

I pushed his face into my dick and he said yes. I tapped him on the face
and he repeated, "Yes, sir."

"No more staying out late. No more drinking. You're going to study and
you're going to play football, and you're going to be a fucking model son,
aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." he said.

"And if you do all those things, Daddy is going to be real good to
you. I'll give you everything you ever wanted and things you never knew you
wanted. If you fuck up, I'm going to have to punish you. You understand?"

He nodded. I reached down and pulled my nuts out of the leg of my
shorts. It was warm and I was a little sweaty. When I moved his face to my
scrotum, it stuck to his smooth cheek. I turned his head so that he was
staring straight at my balls. I've got big nuts, and because I was hot,
they hung low and loose from my body.

"See those, son. Those are a man's nuts. Much bigger than what a guy like
you has between his legs."

As he gazed at my junk, I pulled his head forward so that his nose pressed
into my sack. Then I moved his head upward, letting my sack spread out over
his face and roll over his chin. When he looked up at me with his unfocused
eyes, his lust was painted all over his face. He wasn't out of it because
of the booze. He was totally into it.

"Suck them son." I said.

He pulled my nuts into his mouth and my dick throbbed. He was inexperienced
and hesitant. As he licked at my sack and explored a man's junk for the
first time, all I could think about was how much I was going to get to show
him. Over the years I had taught my boy so much, and now I was going to
teach him how to serve a man. It was a skill that would take him everywhere
in life. For a guy like him, it was the one thing he really had to master.

I stood up and his mouth followed me. Briefly, I pulled him up between my
legs, squeezing his skull with my thighs. Then I stepped back and pulled
down my shorts. My dick is big, big enough that most of the men and women I
fuck around with are surprised when they see it. I was hard as a rock. A
vein ran down the top of my nine inch shaft and my foreskin was curled up
behind my glans. My dick hung out in front of me, to0 heavy to stand up
straight, and my son stared at it with wide eyes. He suddenly looked
incredibly young, with the kind of wonder that showed on his face when he
was a child. I touched the back of his skull and he leaned forward.

Without any encouragement from me, his lips parted and his tongue shot
out. He licked the tip of my dick, slimy with precum and red with lust.

"You like that taste, son? The taste of the dick that made you." He looked
up at me and nodded. I touched the side of his face. "You're going to get
to know a lot of dicks. I can already tell that you've got the hunger, but
this one is always going to be your favorite. The way it tastes, the way it
smells, you're never going to forget it."

I sat back on the edge of the bed and laid down. My legs were spread wide
and Sean was still on his knees. "Make me feel good, boy. Take care of your
old man."

His big hand wrapped around my dick, and I bent upwards so I could look at
him. When I was standing, he looked young, but now, as his thick muscular
hands held onto my cock, he looked like a man. He was so beautiful, strong,
and handsome. I'm not normally into guys. I mean, I like what guys do with
my dick, but I'm usually not into their looks. Sean, though, was gorgeous,
a total dreamboat, and absolutely submissive.

"There you go." I said, "Pretty jock boy, all the girls want you, and
you've got daddy's big cock in your hand. Suck on it, son Put it in your
mouth. Show me what you really want to do with all those studs you hang out
with."

He took the tip into his mouth and licked at it. His head bobbed up and
down awkwardly, but it still felt good. So far, he hadn't hit me with his
teeth, which was a good sign. I was in it for the long hall. This was the
first of many, many, blowjobs, and I didn't need to rush things along or
put him off by making him think he wasn't doing a good job. At the same
time, I needed to stroke the submissive fire to keep him interested.

"Look up at me son." I said softly. He gazed up at me. His green eyes
looked big and his pink lips wrapped around my shaft. He had one hand near
the bottom of my shaft and was starting to stroke it. I smiled at him and
then said, "You look real pretty with that dick between your lips,
boy. Fucking hot as hell. Lift up your ass for me."

Sean pushed his naked ass into the air. He was muscular and lean, and his
ass was two perfect mounds of muscle. As he lifted up his rear end, the
cheeks spread open. I looked down his wide back, rippling with muscle, and
imagined how good it was going to feel when I claimed him as my own. I sat
up, leaned forward, and ran my hand down his spine. I reached for his
asshole and touched it gently. He didn't budge.

"That's some grade-A cunt you've got there, son. Nice, beautiful ass and a
tight pink hole. I can't wait to get in there. I'm going to take you places
you never thought you could go son. Gonna massage you from the inside."

He kept moving up and down on my cock, bringing me closer to the edge. He
was getting more comfortable with my dick, and the blowjob was getting
better by the minute.

"When I tear into that ass," I kept saying, "I'm going to look straight
into your eyes. I always want you to remember the way daddy looked when he
finally took your cherry. Then I'm going to flip you over and drive your
face into the mattress while I use your body like a toy. You like the idea
of that? Me totally in control, using you like my plaything?"

He groaned loudly and his mouth vibrated around my cock. At the same time
he pressed his dick into my calve. I pushed back, and he immediately
started to hump me. I rubbed his head to encourage him and then I shoved my
dick further into his mouth. He gagged, but jumped right back on my cock
afterward.

"When I get tired of fucking you, I'm going to get some of those studs that
you hang out with to run a train on you, or maybe some of the guys from the
college. They're going to line up and pound you until there is no doubt in
your mind what God put you on this earth to do."

He was sucking like I had the last dick on earth. Everything I said,
everything I did, fed the hunger within him. I thought that I might get one
good blowjob out of him while he was drunk, but it was clear to me now that
he was more of a faggot than I could have imagined. My balls were churning
as he licked around the shaft. I reached down and moved his hand from my
shaft onto my balls, and he massaged them clumsily as he sucked. I got more
into it, lifting my hips and shoving into his mouth, gagging him as he
worked me over. His eyes started to tear up and he looked up at me. Seeing
his eyes, my boys' eyes, was just too much for me. I pulled out and started
to jack my cock.

"Open up fag."

He opened up his mouth and tilted back his head. He looked up at me with
the same trusting eyes that had been looking at me his whole life, and then
I blew my load directly into his mouth. I could tell by the way he flinched
that it was his first load, maybe he hadn't even tasted his own, but now he
had a mouthful of the stuff in his mouth and he didn't know what to do with
it.

"Take some time to taste it, son." I said. He swirled my seed around in his
mouth. I wondered if I should make him play with it or blow bubbles before
he took it down, but I didn't want to gross him out. "Now swallow it."

He closed his mouth and his eyes and then he swallowed my load. He opened
his mouth to show me that it was gone without me asking. I smiled at him
and petted the side of his face. Just as my hand touched his face, he
pushed into it, almost like a dog would. I bent down and kissed him
once. It was a long kiss, with a lot of tongue. I tasted my own load. Then
I pulled his skull against my thigh so that his face was against my
softening dick.

"Jerk yourself off son."

He pulled on his own dick while he looked at my cock. I whispered as he
wanked. "From now on, you're not the one that makes the decisions. You
don't run your life and your dick certainly doesn't run your life. This
runs your life." I turned my body so that my dick pressed against his
nose. "This is all you need to think about when you're making decisions."

Voluntarily, as he pulled on his dick, he sucked the tip of my cock into
his mouth and suckled on it. Then I heard him groan and felt his hot cum
against my leg. When he finished cumming, I looked down at it. It was a
nice sized load. I ran my finger through it and tasted it. Then I scooped
up some more and fed it to him. He licked it off my fingers and I rubbed
what was left into his face.

"Good job, son." I said. "Time for you to go to bed. We'll talk about the
rules tomorrow morning."

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Hope you shot your load. Thanks for reading. Charlie – cosmic709@yahoo.com.