Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 11:57:20 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching My Son Part 9

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

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Teaching My Son Part 9

When I woke up the next day, it was noon. Although my mind was
awake, my body was aching all over. It was as if I was
paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn't move my body. What
happened last night was brutal; it was more than my almost
forty year old body could bear.

"Nick..." I called out weakly. He was not around.

"Dad, you finally woke up?" Nick peeked into my room from the
doorway.

"I can't move..." He looked at me, concerned. He quickly came to
me and started squeezing my arms, body and legs.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Yeah, I can feel your touch, but I can't move. It's like I
ran a double marathon."

"Oh come on, dad! I was doing most of the work last night and
you don't see me lying in bed!"

"You are sixteen; I'm going to be forty!"

He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "Dad, you have always
been my hero growing up. I admire you. I always wanted to be
big like you!" He traced the outline of every muscle on my
body lovingly, like he was appreciating an art piece.

"You are almost as tall as me now. You'll be bigger than me in
no time! Hell, you are already stronger than me!"

"I've wanted this moment for years, but now that I'm here, I
want to turn it back!" He lay on top of me, pressing his body
on mine.

"I don't want you to grow old. You are always that strong,
superhero dad in my heart." That was so touching.

"I'm not perfect, son, and I'm not a superhero."

"You are... you are. I never expected you to love me back this
way. I know I was twisted. I expected you to reject me but you
didn't. You let me do all these things to you because you love
me, even though you didn't feel comfortable with it."

"I didn't feel comfortable before, but you convinced me
otherwise." I smiled down at him.

"Thank you, dad." He just continued to lie on top of me, and I
wrapped my hands around him. We stayed that way for a while.

As you can see, we were as close as fathers and sons could be,
and more. Thinking back, it sounded deviant and crazy that we
did all those things together, but everything evolved over
several years, and I wouldn't have done anything differently
if I could do it again. At this point, we stopped worrying
what the world would think. We trust each other that it will
be our secret that we would take to our graves.

We were free to express our love freely in any way after that.
Sometimes we would fuck each other. Other times we would suck
each other, or jerk off together. Nick insisted that I go to
the gym with him. He said I had to keep up with him. I did,
and it was good to have my son as my gym buddy. He kept me on
my toes and made me train hard. He especially focused on my
belly and made me work hard to get rid of it. I was glad that
after months of training my abs came back. Sometimes people in
the gym would say we look like brothers and we would laugh.
Indeed I don't look or act like his father. We are more like
equals. By the way, that day I was only exhausted in bed. It
took me a while to gather my strength but it finally came
back. It was also another reason why I decided to work out
with Nick. My stamina and strength were deteriorating quickly
after I reached thirty-five. I didn't notice it until I had
sex with Nick on a regular basis.

As my body became fit, I was enjoying sex with Nick more. When
he fucks me, I still feel like getting the wind knocked out of
me because it was so intense. He really fucks hard, but I have
grown to love every second of it. When I fuck him, I try to
fuck hard too, but never as intense as Nick can. There is
still a big difference between a sixteen year old and an
almost forty year old body. But what I lack in strength I
excel in experience. I would vary my technique so much that by
the time it's almost over, he would beg me to finish him off.
Sometimes I intentionally edge him, not letting him cum, which
drives him crazy.

As time passed, we had sex on a daily basis. He never got a
girlfriend, or even a boyfriend. I was starting to worry about
him. He may be too attached to me that he was not finding
someone his age. I encouraged him to branch out, to get to
know more people, but he said he was happy with me. Besides,
it was difficult for him to find someone since many guys in
the high school were homophobic. It was not easy to know who
was gay, and even more risky to start a relationship. I
understood what it was like and encouraged him to continue
looking.

Soon, he was seventeen and it was time for him to graduate. I
was ecstatic that he was the valedictorian. He was smart like
that. I still remember bargaining with him to get all A's by
letting him sleep with me when he was eleven. We laughed at
that for a moment. When he went on stage to present his
speech, I was so filled with emotions. He specifically thanked
me, saying that I was his hero and idol, and that my love for
him inspired him to outperform himself. He mentioned that we
were really close and wrestled together since he was six. He
talked about how happy he was when he could finally beat me,
and he said life was like that. You must have a goal, a target
to beat, and when you finally beat it, you strive for a higher
goal. He said now he makes me go to gym with him so I can be a
better opponent to him. Everyone laughed. He made a great
point, but of course both of us know he left out so many
details. Before he finished his speech, he winked at me and I
winked back. The first thing he did when he got off stage was
to run towards me and hug me tightly. Tears were running down
his face and my eyes were wet too. No one else noticed, but he
was pressing his cock on my thigh and it was getting hard. I
whispered in his ear, "Dude, wait till we get home!" and we
both smiled.

When we got home, we immediately stripped. I was so proud of
him and I let him know that. We hugged for a long time, not a
sexual hug, but an emotional one. When we broke apart, Nick
said, "Dad, I want to make you feel really good today. Just
relax and let me handle the rest." I smiled, leaned back and
let him do the work.

Nick lovingly massaged my entire body, from head to toe. He
has never done that to me before, and I felt so good I almost
dosed off. I was so relaxed. When he finished with my feet, he
came back up to my cock. It was rock hard by then. He gave it
a couple of tugs then sucked me hard. He was creating a
powerful suction with his mouth, which was so stimulating.
When he got me nice and wet, he straddled me and sat on my
cock. He has done it before, but this time, with the full body
massage, I was so relaxed I didn't feel the rush to climax. I
let him slowly ride me while I continued to drift off to la-la
land. When I opened my eyes occasionally, I would see him
looking at me, smiling. He was feeding off how much I enjoyed
myself. I smiled back and urged him on. I closed my eyes
again, trying to imagine myself drifting at sea, completely
relaxed. When I did, I could feel pleasure not only from my
cock, but from my entire body. It was like a Zen moment. Ever
so slowly, I felt my cock getting harder and my cum rising,
but it was a full sensation. It's like a full body orgasm. It
was so powerful, like a wave, a tsunami washing over me. When
I came, my whole body convulsed and shot deeply into Nick. My
hips were thrusting upward involuntarily. It was so intense. I
opened my eyes and smiled to Nick.

"That was amazing!"

"I know. I saw how much you enjoyed it. You were in another
world!"

"Totally. What about you? You need to get off?"

"Don't you worry about me, dad. I want to make this special
for you." He bent down and kissed my forehead. That night, we
did more together. He insisted on making me feel good and
wouldn't let me move a finger. I was in heaven. It was one of
the most memorable days I've had. What a wonderful kid I have.

So, the story between me and my son is almost over. The only
piece of the puzzle left is his future. I want to know my kid
would get to a good university and get a good job after that,
and more importantly, find someone his age who would love him
for the rest of his life. That didn't happen until he went to
college and lived in a dorm. Of course I missed him and all
the sex, but just like him, I need to move on too. Perhaps
it's time for me to find someone my own age as well, someone
who loves me and I love for the rest of my life.