Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 09:45:05 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son Part 5

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 5

I have promised to allow my son to sleep in my bed in exchange
for him doing chores and getting good grades, which means I
have to overcome my discomfort for messing around with my son.
So far, he is taking the lead as to what kind of things he
wants to do with me. In fact, he has been begging me to mess
with him. If he wants it that much, I'm sure I'm not hurting
him in the process, and since we both promised to keep things
secret, I see no harm. However, I am still unsure how far I
would go. If he wants to have anal sex with me, should I let
him? Probably not, but a month ago I wouldn't thinking
anything we are doing now is possible. Things have gone way
further than what I expected.

Anyway, it's too late for that. I have made my promise. We
will see how things go. I will make sure he takes the lead so
he does what is comfortable to him. That day, he was being
extra good, taking care of chores like washing dishes, even
helping with preparing dinner. We had a good time chatting and
joking while doing that. After dinner, we relaxed on the couch
and he rested his head on my chest. We were never that close
before. Somehow, after we started messing around and
especially after he started sleeping on my bed, we have become
much more open with physical intimacy. He snuggled with me a
lot now.

That night, he was excited to come to my bed. I hugged him
from behind as usual and he put my hand on his cock, just like
last night. It seems we have started a routine. However, he is
different this night. He turned around, looking at me with his
big brown eyes and asked, "Why did mom leave us, dad?"

He has never asked that question. When his mom and I argued
three months ago, it resulted in her leaving and never coming
back. She went off with another man and moved away. Nick has
been sulking for months and only got better recently, but he
never asked why. He just remained silent and locked himself in
his room. I didn't know how to talk to him either as he didn't
want to talk to me. I am glad that he finally decided to talk
about it.

"Well, Nicky, sometimes two people just don't get along and
it's better to be apart. It's better to separate than to argue
day and night."

"Don't you love each other?"

"Yes, we do. I mean, we did, but a lot happened since we got
married and it's just not the same as before."

"Like what?" I didn't want to get into all the details about
why we divorced. I don't want to burden my eleven year old
son.

"A lot of things, son. It's complicated." He frowned, but he
knew I wouldn't tell him, so he didn't ask.

"Doesn't mom love me? Why doesn't she visit me?"

"I'm sure she loves you, Nicky. But she married another man
and moved away, so I don't think she can visit you."

"I miss her." Nick's eyes were watery. He buried his face in
my chest. I could feel his warm tears soaking my skin. I
patted his head and gently stroked his back.

"I miss her too, son. But she's not coming back. We have to be
strong and move forward." He cried harder. I could feel him
sobbing and his tears now formed a pool on my chest. I bent
down and kissed his head. I'm so glad to have this
conversation with him. It wouldn't be possible if we didn't
become this close.

That night, he cried himself to sleep and we stayed in that
position till dawn. It was Sunday morning, and just like
yesterday, Nick woke up earlier than me, and when I woke up, I
was in a compromising position. Nick was pressing down both of
my hands on top of my head with his body weight, while his
hard cock was inches from my face. I woke up when I felt
something touching my lips and it was his cock head.

"What are you doing, Nick?" I asked, still groggy, but
alarmed.

"I sucked your cock yesterday. It's your turn to suck mine."
There was a wicked grin on his face.

"I didn't ask you to suck my cock, and I certainly don't like
being forced to suck cock." I was a little pissed. Even though
my son and I are used to rough and tumble play and I know he
likes to pin me, I don't appreciate waking up with a cock
pressing on my lips.

"Come on, you promised me to mess around if I do chores and
get good grades. You have to do this!"

"No, I promised to let you sleep on my bed. I didn't promise
to suck your cock!"

"I just want to know how it feels! Please!"

"Let go of my hands!" I yelled, really pissed right now. He
was a little taken aback at my anger and immediately let go.

"Never, EVER, force someone into sexual acts, you hear me?" I
don't want him to get the idea that he can pin me and demand
sex from me, or anyone else for that matter.

"I was only messing with you, dad! Relax!" He looked scared
and guilty.

"It's never funny to be forced into sex, remember that!"

"Ok, ok! Don't get all riled up!" He has now backed away and
his cock has grown limp. I sighed.

"The last thing I want is for you to grow up to be a rapist."

"Come on, dad! You know I won't!"

"I know. I just don't like to wake up with my hands pinned
down and a cock in my mouth."

"Sorry dad!"

"Just don't do it again, ok? Don't ever force sex on anyone!"

"Ok!"

"Alright then... as for sucking your cock..." I was pondering on
it. Should I do it?

"Will you do it, dad?"

"It's still a bit weird that I'm doing this to my son."

"Come on, you can't let me sleep with you but don't do
anything! It's not fair!"

I looked at him. He looked so innocent and seemed to me that
he really just wanted to know how it feels to have his cock
sucked. I remember wondering about it too when I was around
his age, but of course I never acted on it. Somehow, after
starting to jerk off with him, he now wants to try out
everything with me.

"Alright, fine. I'll do it. Come over here." He was excited
and immediately straddled me and put his cock in front of my
mouth. I opened up and he pushed in. It was semi-hard. When I
engulfed his cock, he moaned loudly.

"Wow, it feels so good! So warm, all over my cock!" His cock
grew quickly and became big and hard. I had to stretch my
mouth more to allow the whole thing in.

"It's so good!" He started pumping slowly in my mouth. He was
grabbing the headboard for support while he thrust in and out.
I was breathing in his boy scent and it made my own cock hard.
I put my hands on his round buttocks and pushed him in me. I
was starting to enjoy having his cock in me. I flicked my
tongue on his underside, making him grunt and leak precum onto
it. It tasted sweat. I teased his underside some more and his
cock pulsated while his whole body shuddered. He started
cumming, shooting a big load of thick juice down my throat. It
tasted salty, kind of like my own cum when I was younger.
Somehow boy cum tastes different from man cum, but I don't
know how to describe it. It just has a distinct taste.

He pushed in all the way while he was cumming and didn't pull
out until his climax was over. He loved the feeling of
warmness around his cock. When his cock was completely soft,
he slowly withdrew and collapsed on me.

"Wow, it was the best feeling ever! It's so much better than
jerking off!" He was still a bit breathless and I could feel
his heart beating fast against mine. He just stayed limp on my
body, all exhausted. I kissed his forehead.

"Can we do that again, dad? Like every day?" He looked up at
me expectantly.

"Well... I don't know..."

"We already did it once so what's the harm?" He's right. At
this point I don't think doing it again would be bad for
either of us.

"I guess we can..."

Nick kissed me on the lips. "You are the best, dad!"

And he went back to sleep, still lying on my chest. From that
day on, we started a routine. We would take turns sucking each
other's cock before we go to sleep at night. After that, I
would hug him from behind and he would sleep in my arms. I
love holding my son like that while drifting to sleep.
Apparently he loves it too. He loves to snuggle close against
me, wiggling his ass so that my cock fits perfectly on his
crack. Sometimes he would rub his butt up and down my cock,
making me hard and leak precum. We never thought about
penetration though. That was my bottom-line: everything we did
together can be considered as messing around, but butt fucking
is entirely another level, something I'd never do to my son.

For the next few years, that was our routine, and we became
very close. We slowly got over his mom's departure and Nick
turned back into the happy kid that he always was. And his
grades improved too. In order to keep sleeping on my bed, he
made sure he got A's in every subject. It's not hard for him
since he's a smart boy. He must have got that from me.

Everything went well, until one day when Nick was sixteen
years old. Something happened that would change our
relationship forever.