Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 23:16:52 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son Part 8

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 8

From that day on, we became even closer. We would usually be
naked in the house since there were only the two of us. I
would grab his ass as he walks by and he would playfully pinch
my nipples or grab my balls then run back to his room. I would
chase after him and tackle him down, which would result in a
wrestling match. Too bad he was getting stronger and more
skillful every day and he was in top shape. More often than
not he would be able to pin me after a vigorous match. We
would both be panting and he would sit on top of me with a
wicked grin on his face.

"You are getting out of shape, dad! You need to work out
more!"

"No, son, you are getting stronger and at sixteen your body is
in top shape!"

He playfully squeezed by belly. "What is this, dad? You didn't
have this a year ago!"

"I'm getting older, Nick! That's what happens when you
approach forty!"

"Not if you go to the gym with me! I'll make sure you lose
that belly!"

"I'll pass, son. But if fucking you means I get more exercise,
I'm ok with that!"

He gave me a dirty look, but he was smiling as well. "I guess
I got to give you more training then!"

"Yeah? I'll give you more than you can handle!" I suddenly
flipped him and pinned him down. He wasn't struggling, just
looking at me with lustful and longing eyes. Both our cocks
started getting hard and I used my knees to spread his legs
while I pressed my cock at the entrance to his hole. I rubbed
my cock up and down his groin area, smearing my precum all
over his cock and balls. He moaned loudly.

"That feels so good, dad."

I chuckled. "I haven't even started!"

"Put it in me, dad!" He whispered.

I positioned my cock on his hole, looked deeply into his eyes
and pushed in. I watched as his eyes rolled back and a
satisfying expression appeared on his face. I started slow-
fucking him, right on the living room floor. He wrapped his
legs around me and pulled me further in. I was so worked up I
started fucking him faster and faster.

"Fuck me hard, dad!"

How could I resist? I lost all control at that point and
started thrusting wildly. I was fucking like a mad man, at a
frantic pace. I knew I couldn't last long but I didn't care.
My son just asked me to fuck him hard! I've never fucked so
hard before. With a woman you must always make sure you are
gentle and not hurting her, but with a guy, you can let go of
all inhibitions because you know he wants it as hard as you
can give it. I gave him all I got that day. It didn't last
long, but while it did, it was heaven. It was perfect in every
way. When I was about to cum, I leaned down to kiss him and he
kissed me back intensely. I could feel he was close too, from
the way he was tensing up. I gave him one last thrust, pushing
all the way in. I pressed my body on him, letting my entire
body weight rest on his tight frame. While I shot balls deep
into him, I could feel his own cock shooting against my
stomach. His thick, hot cum rushed up our bodies and coated
our stomach and chest, bonding us together. We were stuck,
glued together by his essence. I held him that way forever,
still kissing him while my cock finished pumping every drop
into his ass. We were panting hard, all spent.

From that day on, the entire house became our playground. I
would fuck him, no, make love to him on the couch, on the
floor, on the kitchen table, bent against the kitchen sink, in
the shower, against the mirror over the bathroom sink, and of
course, on the bed. You name it and we did it. We fucked like
rabbits. We loved it. The outside world would not approve, for
sure, but in our little world, we were in heaven. In public,
we were close too. Others would comment on how close we were,
how great that my son loves and adores me so much. They would
tell stories of how rebellious theirs teenage kids are and we
would just smile. If only they knew. I would usually hold him
in front of me, one hand across his chest, the other ruffle
his hair, which he hates because he spends a lot of time
making sure it looks good. He would turn around and try to
punch me playfully, and I would move away and try to grab him
from behind. The others would then smile, shake their heads
and walk on. We horse around like that a lot, but sometimes,
Nick would get a little too excited and start to get hard. He
would look at me lustfully and I had to remind him to remain
discreet. He would smile knowingly, wait until we get home and
then jump on me once we are in the door. He would ride me
hard, right on the living room floor.

So, things were great. I haven't had so much sex in my life,
and we both tried to satisfy each other as much as possible.
Usually no words are said. He would come in with a hard on and
we would both get to work, and vice versa. At sixteen, his
libido was stronger than mine and it was usually him who
initiates things. I can swear my productivity dropped to
almost nothing at that time. All I could think of was sex and
every waking moment together was for love making. We couldn't
be happier.

There was, however, still one thing he wanted to do which we
haven't done yet, and that was to fuck me. One night, after
another intense session of lovemaking, he snuggled close to me
and asked, "Dad, remember I asked you if you will let me fuck
you and you said `maybe'?"

"Yeah?"

"So... will you?" I thought about it for a while. It's certainly
new to me, but I've fucked him so much it would be hard to
deny his one little wish. It's only fair, isn't it?

"I guess I will, Nick, but you got to go slow because I've not
put anything up my ass before!"

"I will, dad! Don't worry!" He was so happy it's like he just
won the lottery. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and
applied it generously on my ass and in my hole. When his
finger tried to enter me, it closed up tightly. It was so
sensitive.

"It's so tight, dad!" He was visibly excited. I'm sure he was
anticipating how good it would feel pushing into that tight
hole. It took him a long time to loosen that hole, but he was
patient. He kept pushing and wiggling his finger in me until I
loosen up and he could slip in another. After a long while, my
body finally got used to having two fingers and he was ready
to try his cock. By the way, he has grown another couple of
inches down there. He's now seven inches and quite thick. We
both have thick cocks and his really looks like mine, just a
slightly smaller, smoother version of mine. Mine has more
veins and his looks smooth, like a tube. By the time he's done
with puberty I'm sure he will be at least as big as me. He
positioned his cock against my hole. He looked at me in
anticipation. He was already breathing hard. I've never seen
him so excited.

"Dad, I've wanted to do this for years, not as long as I've
wanted you to fuck me, but still, it's been a while. Remember
you asked me what I fantasize about? I said it's mostly you
fucking me hard, but the rest of the times, I think about
fucking you." His voice was trailing off, as if in a dream.
His eyes were glassy; it was like he was in his own fantasy
and he couldn't believe he was actually doing it.

"Well, you got what you wanted, stud. Now push it in." He
closed his eyes and took a deep breath but didn't move. It was
as though he wanted to cherish this moment forever. Then, he
bit his lips and pushed. It hurt, and there was a lot of
resistance, but I hanged on. I wanted my son to have a great
experience and didn't want my pain to stop him. However, he
saw me wince and was concerned.

"Am I hurting you, dad?"

"It's painful, but I can take it."

He looked me deep in the eyes, with so much love. "I don't
want to hurt you, dad. We don't have to do this."

"It's ok, son, it's not too bad." He started pushing in some
more, paying close attention to my reaction. It was
uncomfortable, but after struggling a bit he finally managed
to get his cock head in. We both sighed.

"The worst is over. Now it should get better." He nodded.
Watching his handsome face in such intense pleasure was
exciting to me. He was in uncharted territory. His face was
red; he was biting his lips. There was intense concentration
on his face. It was like he was trying to savor every moment.
He slowly pushed the rest of his cock in, inch by inch. It was
agonizing yet intensely arousing. By that time I was getting
used to his cock in me and I started relaxing. Suddenly his
cock head touched something in me which made my body jerk.

Nick felt it and opened his eyes. There was a wicked grin on
his face. "I hit your prostate, didn't I?"

"You surely did." I was breathless. I know about prostate
massages but I've never had one. I didn't know it was that
intense.

"Why do you think I like to be fucked by you so much?" He was
smiling broadly now. "Hang on, dad, I'm going to give you the
ride of your life!"

I braced myself. His sixteen year old body was in perfect
shape. His youthful energy was boundless. If he says he's
going to give me the ride of my life, I better believe it. I
closed my eyes and squeezed my muscles tight in anticipation
of what was to come. He started thrusting in me hard, jabbing
my prostate with every push. I knew he did it intentionally.
He wanted to make me feel good, but he also wanted to torture
me. There is this constant competition between us, what with
wrestling and stuff. He is at the point where he can truly
beat me. His body is at his prime while mine is going
downhill. When we wrestle, it's always a fierce match. He
would win by just a hair, and when he does, he is so proud. He
has been wrestling with me since he was six, and after ten
years, he's finally able to really beat me. He would be so
happy he would almost cry. And now, he has my body totally
under his command, and he is enjoying every second. He is
going to have his fun with me. I am certain he is going to
fuck me so thoroughly I wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
Luckily it's Friday night.

He kept going on and on. I had no idea how long has passed. I
wasn't even sure where I was or who I was. I was transported
to another world where there was only fucking and nothing
else. All I could feel was his cock pumping into me,
relentlessly jabbing my prostate. I was moaning and yelling so
loudly I was thinking who the hell is screaming like that. It
was like an out of body experience. After being probed for
hundreds of times, I couldn't stand it any longer. I cried out
"I'm cumminggggggg!" and shot a huge load all over my chest
and stomach. I didn't even touch my cock; it was entirely
involuntary. It kept jerking and pumping shot after shot of
cum on my body. Nick didn't stop though. He kept pumping me
just as hard, if not harder. I wanted to cry out in agony. His
forceful jabbing at my prostate caused my cock to pump more
cum, until I could shoot no more. The last drop dribbled from
my cock and I was totally spent. I suddenly felt like I wanted
to cry. I don't know why. It was so intense and otherworldly.

Finally, I had to beg Nick to stop, because I was so sensitive
after I came, but he didn't. He gave me another wicked grin
and said, "Dad, you never stopped when I came, so why should
I? You are going to take it like a man!"

He was totally enjoying getting back at me. I was under his
command. I was skewered on his cock and there was nothing I
could do. I just endured more of his fucking. Fortunately,
after seeing me cum, he was getting more aroused. He started
pumping faster, breathing hard. He was sweating now; droplets
of sweat from his face and chest landed on me, mixing with my
cum. He was looking at me with lust, smiling as he looked at
my face twisted with agony. I love this boy so much, yet I
also hated him at that moment for torturing me like that. I
secretly swore I would get back to him.

My ass was burning from the hard fucking, and my cock was
brought back to life prematurely due to the prostate massage.
No, more like prostate assault. As it slowly rose back to
attention, it was still weak and sensitive from the climax
earlier. Nick smiled when he saw that. He pumped even faster,
reaching a frantic pace. And to torture me more, he reached
down and started jerking me like crazy. I almost yelped in
pain. My cock was so sensitive and his grip was so strong and
rough I couldn't stand it. I raised my hand to stop him, but
he grabbed it with his other hand and held me down.

"You are going to cum with me again, dad!" He said menacingly.
I have never heard him talk like that. He has turned into
another person. With a determined look on his face, he jerked
me and fucked me wildly. My whole body was on fire and I was
about to explode. It was so scary because everything was out
of control. I felt like my body was reaching its limit and I
was about to pass out. He looked at my face intensely. When he
felt it was time, he thrust deep in me, pumping a heavy load
into me while jerking me until my own cum flew out. I already
shot a big load just minutes ago so there were only a few
drops, but he kept pumping me, milking every drop out of me.
When I was totally dry, he still didn't let go of my cock. He
kept squeezing and milking it from the root to the tip. I was
in so much agony I was practically whimpering and panting.

"Please... stop..." I begged, groveled. I was so breathless I
couldn't even say it beyond a whisper. Nick gave me one last
look, fully satisfied. He finally let go of my cock and pulled
out of me. I just collapsed on the bed, catching my breath.
I've never felt so used, so spent. He straddled my chest and
milked out the last few drops from his own cock, and watched
his cum mixing with mine. Then, he bent down and licked
everything off, cleaning me out. He then lay down next to me,
his head on my chest, and slowly played with my chest hair,
all meshed up in our cum and his spit.

He looked up at me and asked, "Did you like that, dad?"

"I swear I was having a heart attack just now." I said
breathlessly. "If you ever do that again..."

"...then what?" He looked at me with his mischievous eyes.

"Then... I'll... fuck you twice as hard!" We laughed.

"Bring it on, dad!"

I don't remember any more of that night because I totally
passed out.