Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2011 03:40:23 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son Part 2

This is a fictional story describing sexual acts between a
father and son, who is a minor. If this offends you, read no
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Teaching My Son Part 2

So, right after I taught him to masturbate, I notice he jerks
off a lot in his room. Basically, from the time he got home
from school until dinner, that's what he is doing. I know this
because he moans in his room. I can hear him breathing hard
and when he cums, he gasps and yells. I have to remind him to
be discreet.

"But dad, I can't control it! It feels so good I just make
those sounds!"

"Right, but can you tone it down a bit? I can hear you from
the living room and the home office." I work at home so I
spend a lot of time with Nicky. It doesn't help that my home
office is right next to his room. In fact, the only thing
separating my desk to his bed is a thin wall.

His face went red. "I'll try, dad." For the next couple of
days, I can tell he was trying to be quiet, but I could still
tell he was jerking off. Those shallow breaths, stifled moans
and the long sighs that signal his final release all
transmitted through the wall. It is impossible to concentrate
on work while someone is making sex sounds three feet from
you. However, I didn't want to tell him off again; he was
making an effort to be quiet, after all. But I got to figure
out a way to make this work.

"Hey big boy, can we talk?" I knocked on his door one day
after I heard his sigh of relief, knowing he was done.

"Yeah, dad?" I opened the door and saw that he was still naked
with cum on his stomach. He didn't bother to clean up. I did
give him a few minutes before I knocked.

"Um... Nicky," I sat on his bed, "I know you are trying to be
quiet, but I can still hear you from the next room. The wall
is thin."

Nick frowned. "I was trying to be as quiet as possible, dad!"

"I know. I noticed. But since our rooms are next to each other
and your bed is against the wall, I guess I can still hear you
even if you are really quiet. So we got to work something
out."

"How?"

"Can you do it in the bathroom? It's on the other side so it
should be ok."

"But that's uncomfortable!"

"Yeah, I know. But daddy is trying to concentrate to work, and
I can't concentrate if I hear you moaning and sighing."

"Dad, do you jerk off too?"

I was a startled for one second. "Yes, I do, all guys do.
Why?"

"If we both do it, why can't we do it together? I don't want
to hide!"

"I'm not asking you to hide. Just... do it somewhere so I don't
hear you."

"I don't want to do it in the bathroom! It's uncomfortable!"

"Ok. Then how about we set a time to do it, then when you
finish, I can work and you can do your homework?"

"Yeah! We can do it together?"

"No, not together. Just set a time so that we both can do what
we want."

"But I do it more than once! I rest a little then I do it
again!"

"Well, don't do it too much, son. Once a day is good."

"Why?"

"Because..." I don't know. When I was young I did it two to
three times a day. I'll be a hypocrite if I ask my son to do
it once.

"Well, I guess it's ok to do it more than once. But how can
daddy work if Nicky is always moaning next door?"

He seemed to be in deep thought. "How about... if you take a
break from work you tell me and I'll start? Then when you
finish taking a break I will finish also and you can go back
to work?"

"That's actually a very good idea, Nick. Let's do that."

So, for the next few days, I am able to concentrate on work.
When my eyes grow tired from looking at the monitor, I would
take short breaks and knock on his door to let him know he can
start. I would go to the kitchen and get myself some coffee
while I sit on the couch in the living room. And because he
knows he's not disturbing me at work, he is not being quiet.
He would squeal and whimper as he climaxes. My cock would
inevitably get hard. I try not to think of my son sexually,
but hearing his moans so close from me, I couldn't help but
respond.

On some days, I would forget to knock on his door because I
would be so focused on work I lost track of time. He would
wait patiently for half an hour or so and then come to the
home office, his hand grabbing his crotch.

"Dad!" He said in his whining voice.

"I'm sorry Nick! I was so focused at work I lost time."

"Dad, this is not working! I want to jerk off!"

"You really can't do it in the bathroom?"

"No! I want to lie on my bed to do it! It's more comfortable!"

I sighed. How should I make this work? I can't always remember
to remind him to jerk off! This is ridiculous!

"Dad, can you please come over?"

"What's up Nick?" I followed him to his room. He lay on his
bed and started jerking off.

"What do you want me to see, Nick?" He didn't reply but kept
jerking. After about five minutes he shot all over his
stomach.

"Look, dad, it's white and thick!"

"Yes, Nick, that's perfectly normal."

"But the first couple of times are watery and transparent!"

"Yes, it changes. But from now on it should be white and
thick."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Alright, I need to get back to work." I turned to
leave.

"Wait, dad!"

"What?"

"Can you show me how you do it? I want to see what a man's
looks like!"

"I told you no. Fathers and sons don't do that!"

"Why not? You taught me to jerk off, why can't you show me?"

"I just... please... jerking off should be private, not something
you do with others!" That was kind of a lie too. I jerked off
with my buddies when I was a teenager. God, I felt like such a
hypocrite. I didn't want to linger so I left and went back to
work.

However, I was aroused see him jerk off. I tried not to, but
the images would not leave. I couldn't concentrate on work, so
I decided to jerk off myself. I tried to be as quiet as
possible but indeed the walls are thin.

"Dad! Are you jerking off in there?" I jumped. Nick was at the
door; he has opened it without knocking and I had not locked
it. Typically I don't lock my office so that if Nick needed
me, he could find me. I was caught red-handed, by my son.

"Er... yeah... I guess so." I quickly put away my cock but I could
see my son's eyes were glued on it.

"I want to see it!" He came over and put his hands on my waist
and thigh, inches away from my cock. My cock jumped at the
touch.

"Please, Nick, I told you we shouldn't do this."

"Come on, dad, you saw mine! It's not fair!"

"Why do you want to see it so much?"

"I want to see a man's cock! And I want to see how I'd look
like when I grow up!"

Fair enough, I thought. I was curious myself when I was his
age. I shouldn't deny my son his curiosity, should I? I slowly
slipped my pants down, revealing my eight inch hard on.

"Wow! It's so big!" His eyes bulged. He immediately reached
out his hand to grab it.

"Wait, I said..." I tried to push away his hand with mine, but
he was already stroking me up and down, and my whole body
trembled. It felt so good to have someone else's hand on my
cock. I have not had that since my wife left me three months
ago. Instead of pushing it away, my hand grabbed his and
stopped him. I was breathing hard.

"Please..." I sounded more like pleading than asking. I looked
at Nick and his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he just
found the most fascinating toy in the world.

"Dad, it feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does. But..."

"I felt so good when you touched me too! I want to make you
feel good too!" His other hand started rubbing my cock head
and I moaned so loudly. Both of his hands are now on my cock,
his right hand on my shaft, which I was holding in place, and
his left is now circling my cock head, rubbing my precum all
around. I couldn't stand it anymore. In the three months after
Nick's mom left, I have only been jerking off late at night. I
craved someone's touch and Nick's touch was driving me wild. I
lost it. My hand slowly let go while my mind went on
overdrive. I kept telling myself I shouldn't be doing this but
I couldn't stop it. It felt so good.

Seeing that I no longer resist, Nick started jerking me off
quickly. His left hand kept rubbing my cock head and his right
kept stroking me up and down. I was so aroused I was beyond
help. I could only throw my head back and enjoy the
stimulation. It didn't take me long to climax, given how
turned on I was. I started groaning loudly and shooting volley
after volley of cum all over my chest and stomach. I haven't
had such a powerful orgasm for so long.

"Wow, there is so much!" Nick exclaimed, clearly amazed. He
dipped his fingers in my pool of cum and rubbed around my
stomach and chest.

"It's so sticky!" He chuckled, now using both his hands to
play with my cum as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
He looked so innocent. I felt guilty for letting things
progress this way. He looked up at me with the brightest smile
I've seen.

"Did you feel good?" His piercing eyes looked straight at me,
wanting to know if he did his father proud.

"Yes, I feel great!" I smiled at him, wanting him to know he
did a great job.

"Can we do it again?"

"I don't know, son. Fathers and sons don't usually do that
together."

"But I want to! There's only you and me here. No one will
know!"

"You got to keep this secret, ok? You can't tell anyone, not
even your best bud!"

"I promise, dad. Can we do it again?" I looked at his innocent
face. I didn't want to disappoint him. I know how much he
wanted it and I'm definitely not abusing or coercing him, so I
didn't see the harm.

"As long as you don't tell anyone, yes. But if you tell
anyone, we will both be in big trouble."

"I promise I won't tell anyone!" He said excitedly. Finally he
got what he wanted.

"Can we do it again now?" He smiled.