Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 12:29:00 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son Part 6

This is a fictional story describing sexual acts between a
father and son, who is a minor. If this offends you, read no
further. If you like it, let me know at ng.ben9@gmail.com

Extra Warning: Things are turning up a notch in this part. If
you are uncomfortable with reading about fathers and sons
having intimate love and sex please stop, or at least be
prepared.

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Teaching My Son Part 6

At fifteen, my son started dating girls and I was glad. I made
sure he knew what he was getting into, and he shared with me
his relationship every step of the way. I made sure he knew
how to wear a condom in case they got intimate. I knew I said
he shouldn't have sex until eighteen, but Nick was very mature
for his age and I knew he was ready for it. I made sure he
understood all the risks and consequences involved in sex.

Things have been going well for him and he seemed happy to
have a girlfriend. However, after a few months, something
happened. The relationship turned bad for some reason, but
Nick wouldn't tell me why. I gave him the space to work things
out himself and made sure he knew I was there for him, but
things deteriorated quickly. On his sixteenth birthday, he
came home drunk. It was really late at night and I already
gone to sleep, so I didn't know he came in drunk until the
next day. He never got drunk before. Later I found out that he
just broke up with his girlfriend earlier that day.

While I was sleeping that night, I felt something on my cock.
I didn't wake up immediately because I have always been a deep
sleeper. Also, it wasn't unusual that Nick would wake me up by
sucking my cock. We have gotten very used to sucking each
other's cock whenever we felt like it. However, that night was
different. It was a wetness followed by something very tight.
When I finally realized what it was, I was shocked as hell but
already too late to stop it. Nick has impaled himself on my
cock. I was still groggy, not fully appreciating the
seriousness of the situation, just shocked.

I yelled, "What the hell are you doing, Nick?"

"Shhh... just enjoy it, dad." I was stunned. My cock was already
fully in his ass and he was moving up and down. It felt
amazing, to be certain, but I was still stunned. When I was
finally fully awake and realized the seriousness, I tried to
push him away.

"Stop it, Nick! Don't do this!"

Nick looked at me with his piercing brown eyes. "Dad, I have
been doing everything you wanted me to. I have been the
perfect son for you. Can't you do one thing for me?" His eyes
were red and watery.

"What? Why do you want to do this? I'm your dad!"

"I don't know! I just want to! I have been fantasizing about
this for years! It's the only thing I can think of!" I was
speechless. My son wants to be fucked by me? And he has wanted
it for years? I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"Please, dad. Just let me do this?" A tear ran down his face.
He was begging me. He looked so miserable I just wanted to hug
him. I sat up and embraced him tightly.

"Son, I will give you anything in the world, you know I will.
But this... this is taking things way too far. Do you realize
what this means?"

"It means I love you, dad."

"It means you love me more than a son loves his father. It
means you love me as a sexual partner."

"Yes." Nick whispered. "I have been, since eleven."

I was blown away. I always thought he just wanted to mess
around, but apparently I was wrong. This has been so much
more, and he has been hiding it for years.

"What about girls? Aren't you into girls?"

"I tried to date girls, but I finally can't stand it. I have
to be honest to myself. I don't like girls. When I fucked my
girlfriend all I can think of is you!" I was once again
speechless. "I had to break up with her. I can't go on living
a lie!"

All this time, my cock was still in my son's ass. He was
sitting on my cock and I was holding him. Hearing my son
express his love to me this way shocked me to the core. I
suddenly felt all strength zapped from me and I just fell back
on the bed. I was so confused I didn't know what to think. My
mind went numb.

Meanwhile, Nick started moving up and down my cock again. He
took my lack of resistance as approval and started to really
speed things up. He was moaning and groaning while my mind
went blank, still too shocked to do anything. My body,
however, responded to the stimulation and within a few
minutes, spewed a huge load in his ass. Nick was jerking his
own cock all along and he timed himself so that he climaxed
with me, sending his cum flying onto my naked chest. When our
orgasms were over, he pulled himself off my cock and lay down
next to me.

"How was it, dad?"

I covered my face with my hand. I was too confused and shocked
to answer. When he saw that I didn't answer, he was concerned.

"Are you ok, dad?"

"Nick, do you remember I told you NEVER to force sex on
anyone?"

"Yes, dad." His voice was trembling.

"What you just did was unforgivable."

"Dad, I thought..."

"You have no right to force yourself on me that way! I'm your
father! I don't want to fuck my son!" I was practically
yelling by then.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted it for so long, and I was drunk..."

"That's not an excuse!"

"I know. I'm sorry." He quickly ran out of my room and went to
his own room and slammed the door shut. That night, I remained
wide awake all night, thinking of what just happened. Was I
too harsh on him? What should I do now?

I hated Nick for putting me in this situation. I felt guilty
and dirty for fucking my own son, and worse that I had no
choice in it. I wanted to reverse time and make this go away,
but I couldn't. How do I face him? How would this affect our
relationship?

The worse part of it was that I enjoyed it tremendously. I
haven't fucked anyone for five years, since his mom left. Nick
and I suck each other off daily, but I had no other sexual
partner. Feeling his tight hole on my cock was great. No, it
was wonderful. I haven't felt so good in years. I felt extra
dirty and guilty for having enjoyed it that much.

The next morning, we ate breakfast in silence. No one wanted
to talk about what happened. I was pissed at him, yet I had
sympathy for him. After all, he only did what he did out of
love for me and I yelled at him. But I thought about it;
should I not have gotten angry? Should I accept what he did?
No, that would be worse. I finished my breakfast and went to
my home office, locked the door and tried to focus on work,
without much success. However, I couldn't face him. I don't
know what to say to him. I don't know if I could ever forgive
him. I tried my best to work, but my mind was elsewhere. When
I came out for a break, he was already gone. I assumed he went
to school as usual. I sighed a breath of relief.

For the next few days, we didn't talk. Everything was at a
superficial level. He didn't come to my room at night either.
I didn't expect him to. I slept alone, missing his warm body
next to mine. My mind drifted back to the night he impaled
himself on my cock. Do I want it to happen again? What if he
asked me to do it again? Would I allow it? What if he wants to
fuck me? I shook my head. No, that is out of the question.

After a few days, Nick finally couldn't stand it. He came up
to me after school one day and said, "Dad, we need to talk." I
drew a deep breath. I have dreaded this moment, but it must
come.

"Yes, we do."

"I'm sorry I did what I did, but I was drunk. I regret it
every single day, but I can't undo it. And now that it's in
the open, I'm not afraid to tell you that I still love you."

"You love me as a sexual partner?"

"Yes." He looked at me straight in the eye, not ashamed.

"That is... unnatural, son."

"You don't think I know? You don't think I struggle with it
every day for the past five years?"

"I have no idea, son."

"You have no idea how hard it is to love you that way and have
you next to me but I can't do what I want!"

"I'm sorry to hear that, son."

"I have struggled with it for years and I have come to a point
that I can't deny it anymore!"

"Still, you could have told me instead of jumping on my cock!"

"I was drunk! I only did what I always wanted!"

"It's coming out all wrong, son."

"I wish I could do it differently too, but I can't!"

"So what do we do now?"

"Will you ever forgive me?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, son. It's too big. I need some
time to let it sink in."

"Then I guess you won't do it again?"

"No, not as far as I can see."

"Just tell me one thing, dad. Did you enjoy it?"

"I... physically, yes, but mentally, it was torture. I felt
confused, shocked, guilty and dirty!"

"Why should you feel guilty and dirty? You didn't do anything
wrong!"

"God, I fucked my son!"

"No, I made you fuck me!"

"You think the judge or the police will care about that?"

"No one is calling the cops!"

"How do I live with myself? I let my son sit on my cock and I
liked it!"

"So you liked it!"

"Who wouldn't like to fuck? I haven't fucked anyone for
years!"

"That's all I cared, that you liked it."

"You are really selfish, you know? You don't care how you
messed up my head, but you only care that I liked it on a
physical level."

"I'm selfish? I gave my virgin ass to you and I'm selfish?
God, dad, you are unbelievable! I don't know why I loved you
in the first place!" With that, he stormed out of the house
and I didn't see him for days after that. I tried calling all
his friends but no one knew where he was. Of course I figured
someone could be lying, but I had no idea who. I couldn't just
barge into one of his friend's house and demand to see him. I
wasn't sure where he was anyway. I was so scared that he
wouldn't come back, or he got into some kind of accident.

But, after three days, he came back. I was about to call the
cops. When he came back, he went straight to his room and
locked the door. I shook my head. This kid is head strong; if
he didn't want to talk, making him talk would rile him up
further. I can only wait for him to come around, but I was
glad that he came back in one piece.

When we finally talked about what happened, it was yet another
turning point in our relationship.