Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 14:10:58 -0400
From: spam.damn@ymail.com
Subject: The Son I Met As An Adult

This is a true story.

I didn't know my son until he was an adult. In fact, I didn't even know
he'd existed. The one sexual experience with a woman (when I was a teen)
had, apparently, resulted in a pregnancy. It had been a one-night stand, so
I never saw her again (until a few years ago; we recognized each other
immediately). To protect our identities, let's call my boy Alex. He
alternates between calling me Marc or Dad. He's 28 now, and I'm 45.

It was a pretty miraculous coincidence that led us to meet and to discover
our link. We'd known each other for several weeks before we started to
piece things together. In the meantime, I'd been checking him out. Boy is
hawt. Tall, slim, toned, just a tad more fur on his chest than my fairly
smooth one, and boy-next-door good looks (with a hint of the devil in his
eye). His cock is long and slim like mine (just a tad longer), and
thankfully, his mom left him intact. Can't say the same for mine.

Anyhow, he likes, like his old man, to piss outside. He used to do it in
the compost pile, just outside my bedroom window. Before we'd made the
connection, I used to check him out all the time. After learning he was my
son, I checked him out even more. I've discovered in recent years that a
lot of straight boys under the age of about 30 like to piss in a man's
face. I've had about 12 such experiences in recent years. A few have even
let me give them head, but only one got off. My boy likes to piss in my
face and down my throat. Took him awhile before he allowed me to go down on
him and, aside from throbbing a bit, he's never gotten hard.

The piss play started just before we realized our shared lineage, and he
seems to enjoy it even more since we figured that out. Another thing I've
noticed about straight boys of his generation is that many like to have
something up their asses while masturbating or having sex with women. Many
women enjoy fucking their boyfriends with toys or while wearing a strap-on.
My son likes to get plowed, and he's shared several stories with me.

By the way, Alex is straight, though he really wants to be bisexual. He
used to hang out in gay bars, when he was 19. He went down on a guy once,
briefly, but the guy got verbal and said something like, "suck it, bitch."
My boy was like, "fuck you dude; suck my cock!" He's allowed a couple other
guys to blow him since, but he's always fantasized about women in order to
get off.

I love his smell. His pit funk smells a lot like mine and he, like me,
refuses to wear fragrance to cover it up. He's let me tongue out his pits a
few times. He reeks. Delicious. He's also made out with me several times
after he'd been drinking, but only with others around. He likes to shock
people. We were on a dance floor at a party last year, dirty-dancing with a
girl (a friend of mine) in between us. Periodically, she'd kiss him, then
she'd turn around and kiss me. He and I looked at each other and decided to
make out. Many of our friends on the dance floor were shocked, and most
assumed we were having a sexual relationship. It's amazing how many later
talked about what a turn-on it was, and who shared their fantasies about
having sex with their own fathers and/or sons. I also know a handful of
people who have had dad-on-son action, but those are other stories for
another time.

Last week, after Alex had been traveling for several weeks, he came to my
house to visit and catch up. He'd already had a drink or two (neither he or
I drink much or often), and I wanted a cocktail, so we both had a drink. We
sat in the front yard and chatted about what had been going on in our lives
over the past month or two. Neither of us had been getting laid lately, so
the conversation inevitably turned to sex. We had another cocktail (I think
each of us had three, maybe three and a half).

Let me make it clear, he and I had an immediate bond upon meeting. Since I
learned we're kin, I've had very paternal feelings for him, and he really
looks up to me. He'd always wanted to know his bio-dad, and is so pleased
it turned out to be someone he liked so much. But he'd turned me on before
that revelation, so that sexual desire hasn't gone away.

He's the kind of guy who greets his closest friends with a kiss on the lips
and, in our circle, that's totally normal. So it's not unusual for us to
share a quick kiss. At one point in the conversation that afternoon, we
both told each other how much we loved each other and how grateful we are
to have found one another. We embraced and kissed, but it lasted several
seconds, and we ended up having a moment of tongue dancing. Not the first
time, as I've mentioned.

Oh, while he was away, we sexted a bit, but it was in the form of joking.
Mostly him telling me to go fuck a mutual friend and to tell him it was
from Alex, as I came inside him. I told him I'd come inside him (Alex), and
he replied that we were working up to that.

Back to last week. He had to take a leak and walked over to the fence that
separates our yard from next door's. There's some brush, but not enough to
keep the neighbors from the ability to see what's going on in the yard.
Plus, we live on a street that's fairly busy with foot traffic. However, it
was dusk, so we had some level of privacy. As he stood there pissing, I
went down on him. Because of the booze we'd been drinking, it was a clear,
warm liquid, with just a hint of taste.

He seemed to piss for minutes, and I gulped down every drop. "Right on,
Dad." he commended. "Swallow it all." Toward the end, he began to get
erect. As he got the last few spurts out, his cock really swelled.

He was impressed that I drank all of it, it was probably more than a pint.
It was getting chilly, so I went inside to get a sweatshirt. When I headed
downstairs to go back outside, I found him in the entryway, leaning forward
against the banister, pants around his ankles, with his beautiful ass
thrust out. He cracked a joke (ha! cracked), which I don't even remember,
and I rubbed his hole with my middle finger. He told me he'd  showered
early that morning. Now, I know for a fact, that he (like his old man) only
soaps up his ass. We both like to keep our pits and crotch a bit funky, and
the people we date appreciate it.

I decided to take the bull by the horns, dropped to my knees behind him,
and shoved my tongue as far up his beautiful asshole as I could. I also
licked the length of his trench, which is covered in soft, light brown fur.
He moaned and told me he didn't know if he was ready for this, as if he'd
always expected we'd some day have sex. I stood up, spun him around, shoved
my tongue into his mouth, and we made out for what seemed like minutes.
Then I said, "now you know what your asshole tastes like." He grinned and
resumed making out with me.

I pulled up his pants, which caused him to frown, as if I was letting him
know it wouldn't go further. But I told him I was going to take him
upstairs and sodomize him, the way I should have while he was growing up.
He looked as if it were Christmas and his first bike, the one without
training wheels, were sitting under the tree. We went up to my room and got
undressed.

On my bed, we kissed and felt each other and grinded our bodies against one
another. I sucked on his nipples, which were erect. That made him moan in
pleasure. He told me he wanted to try giving me head and was glad that his
first time would be with his father. We flipped positions so that I was
lying on my back, and he worked his way down, sucking on my rock-hard
nipples along the way. It really is amazing to me how similar our bodies
are. And most people say they can tell he's my son, because our faces share
many of the same features. Personally, I think he's much more attractive,
but I'm not too ugly myself.

Once he got down to my crotch, he began to munch on my balls. That's the
first thing I usually do to a guy too. He noted how funky they were and
that they reeked of piss. I apologized, but he said he liked it. He then
said, "I'm gonna suck my own dad's cock," and began to lick the underside,
paying a lot of attention to the head. Then he went down, all the way to
the root. I almost shot right then. I told him to swing his cock up to my
mouth, and he repositioned.

I went all the way down on him (he's a little longer than me) and gobbled
his cock like my life depended on it. He raised his head and grunted the
sexiest gutteral noise I've ever heard. Then he went back to lick the head
of my cock and told me I dripped as much as he does. I could tell, because
I tasted his steady stream of pre-cum as it oozed down my throat. I've
always been a leaky faucet and, apparently, passed that gene down to him. I
could feel his cock swell and become even harder, when he told me to stop.
He wanted to make it last longer. I agreed, so I spread his legs and dove
my tongue back into his asshole again. I told him to sit on my face, and he
did, while he resumed sucking my dick, which was dripping with cock snot.
He licked and slurped that up. I guess he likes the taste. That went on for
several minutes.

I needed to get some air, so he lifted off of me, and I turned around so
that we were face to face again, and we began to passionately kiss once
again. As we made out, I started to rub my middle finger against his hole.
It invited me in, so I began to slide it inside, slowly, further and
further. First knuckle, out a bit, back in a little further. Second
knuckle. More slow fucking. He was moaning into my mouth as he plunged his
tongue half way don my throat. Second finger, first knuckle, second,
slowly, further and further up his steaming hot chute. Soon I had both all
the way in, and I began to massage his prostate. He grunted so loudly and
nearly came without either of us touching his slimy, dripping cock.

I whispered in his ear that I wanted to travel back in time and know him as
he was growing up. I want to be the one to have bathed him while he was in
elementary school, to have shown him the pleasures of having a finger (then
two, then three) inside his canal. You know, just to make sure he was
squeaky clean from top to bottom. I'd have been the one to take his cherry
when he was old enough--maybe 11 or 12. I'd have caused him his first
orgasm, dry of course, as he spasmed in my mouth, and and I'd have been the
first to taste his cum when he began to shoot, at age 13 (he told me that's
when he started spurting).

With every sentence, he said, breathlessly, "yeah." He told me he wishes it
had been me to begin fucking him, rather than the cucumbers and hair brush
handle he started using when he was eight. My boy wanted to be fucked when
he was in third grade! I asked if he thinks he could have taken me at that
age, and he told me that, by the age of ten, he was using cucumbers at
least as large as my cock. I promised him that I'd have fucked him as much
as he wanted while he was growing up. I've never into kids that young, but
I'd have certainly made an exception for him, my own son, eight years old.

He asked if I'd have barebacked him when he was a kid, and I told him most
definitely yes. I'd have also introduced him to the joys of slurping cum.
Knowing what an exhibitionist my boy is, and as much as he loves to shock
people, I told him I'd have videotaped each encounter. I'd start the camera
rolling before every instance of me sodomizing my young son. When I said
that, I felt Alex clamp down even harder on my fingers which, by this time
had been joined by a third. It took the longest time to get that many into
him; the boy is tight as a drum.

"Who would you have shown the videos to?" he asked. Now, throughout my 20s,
I was having *lots* of sex with *many* men. A lot of them were twice my
age--my dad's age. I'd always fantasized about sex with my dad, starting at
about age 12, and even got to stroke him while he was asleep when we were
on vacation once, but that's a different story. I told Alex I was playing
with quite a few guys I think would have been turned on watching a video on
an adult man sodomizing a young boy. I said I'd sit and stroke with the
guys who told me they wanted to watch, the ones I think would have liked to
be there while Alex and I were recording me fucking him.

"Would you have brought them over, let them fuck me?" he wondered, as his
whole body trembled. "Would you have wanted me to?" I asked? "I think so,
yeah." I explained that I'd have brought over six or seven of my closest
fuck-buddies and made a video of each taking turns fucking my young son in
the ass while he gave head to another. Whenever one came in Alex's mouth,
he and I would make out. "God, yes" Alex sighed. When one shot a load up
his ass, I'd eat my boy out, slurping every drop of jizz out of his slimy
hole. Then another man would take his turn gang-raping my fifth-grade-age
son.

"Fuck me right now," Alex demanded. I scooted down and began to munch on
that beautiful hole again, making sure it was as lubed with my spit as it
could be. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you, boy." I told him. I figure I
had 18 years to make up for. As he lay on his back, I slowly slid my cock
up his tight hole as he screamed in pain/pleasure. I eased off a bit and
asked if he was okay. Tears of pain were streaming down his face, and I
kissed his cheeks and licked them off. "Please, Dad, fuck me hard!" His
voice was shaking.

Alex told me to rape him. He said he'd wanted someone to smack him around
and beat his ass when he was a kid. He told me he wishes I'd have sodomized
him from behind behind his elementary school, fucking him like a dog,
yanking the unruly mop of hair he wore at that age. I should mention that
he's told me how much he's into rape fantasy, and that he tends to date
girls he can beat up during sex. Not too badly, but enough to make them
scream. I know most of his lovers, and they say he rules them in bed, the
way they like. Most get to take their revenge with toys up his ass though.

With each thrust, he'd cry more. I can't describe the sound he made each
time I shoved all the way in. It was an exhale, as if I were punching him
in the chest, and a low growl. With my cock buried deep in his guts, I sat
up and backhanded him across the face. "Fuck!" he shouted through his
clenched teeth. He stared into my eyes with a look of hatred. As if he
wanted to kick my ass. Was he serious about wanting to get raped or not? At
that moment, I didn't care.

With my fist, I punch him on the other side of his face, square on the jaw.
"What are you gonna do about it, faggot?" I shouted with contempt. He
struggled to get up, but I grabbed him around the throat. His face
immediately got red, as he struggled to get away. He tried to punch me. He
was hitting me in the ribs as hard as he could, but he just couldn't get
the leverage he needed.

I released my grip and asked him if he wanted me to stop, but he wouldn't
say anything. I sat up, and he managed to sock me in the face, but he
wasn't in a position to get a good one in. I grabbed his throat again, as I
thrust into him. He gurgled, as tears streamed down his face. He was really
in pain, and I was really enjoying being the one to cause it. I let go of
his throat and asked him once again if he wanted me to stop. He spat in my
face, which is not a turn-on to me, so I instinctively reacted with a
backhand to his face. It was hard. I worried I may have loosened one of his
teeth.

I thought I'd gone too far and told him I was sorry, as my cock slipped
from his ass. He responded with, "God, I love you so much, Dad," as he
leaned forward to try and kiss me again. I maneuvered my cock back into him
and leaned forward to kiss him. We passionately made out as I continued to
bang him. He continued to make that grunt noise and the tears kept rolling
down his beautiful face. I pulled away and stared into his eyes for several
moments. At that moment, I realized that I'd never loved anyone the way I
loved my son. "I need you to come inside me, Dad," he begged.

So I pulled out, rolled him over, face down, shoved my cock back in him,
and and banged the hell out of him. He groaned even louder with each
thrust. He told me I was hurting him. "Please, Dad, stop," he begged. I
cupped my hand over his mouth and told him to shut up and take it. I really
picked up the pace. I was so close and let go of his face. He cried "Dad, I
wanna look into your eyes as you seed me." It took every ounce of my
strength not to nut at that moment. "Please," he whimpered.

I yanked my cock out of him and sat back, concentrating very hard so as not
to cum. He quickly turned over, onto his back and told me to fill him. I
leaned over and kissed him hard. He sucked on my tongue as if it were a
nipple feeding him milk. I sat back up, wiped the tears from his eyes, and
slipped my cock into him once more. I was amazed at how tight he still was.
I began to fuck him hard as he stroked his cock. There was a puddle all
over his stomach from all his pre-jizz.

"I'm barebacking my own son," I said, as we gazed into each other's eyes. I
could feel it. He could feel it. We were past the point of no return. I
felt his hole clamp around the base of my cock and begin to spasm, as I
spattered his gut at the same time he spooged. He came so hard it showered
his face. One thick rope of goo. Two, three, four. His mouth was open;
several squirts made their way onto his tongue. Five, six, seven. Each shot
coincided with a spasm around my jerking cock. The next few squirts from
his uncut cock were smaller, but the slime was just as thick as the first
seven.

I leaned forward, with my cock still all the way up inside him, and kissed
him hard, tasting the delicious seed he'd produced. I started to lick it
off of his face and shared much of it with him. With my tongue, I scooped
and sucked up the jizz on his chest and swallowed that myself. He clasped
his hands behind his head, revealing his soaking wet furry pits. I dove in,
inhaling deeply. God, what a stench. His pits might just be more rank than
his old man's, and I often reek like cattle. I slurped up as much of his
funky sweat as I could. There was actually enough that I could taste it
draining down my throat. I went to the other one and licked it like I was a
dog, lapping at it as it it were a bowl of cum.

We went back to kissing, so he could taste the stink from his pits. Slowly,
my cock began to soften. I pulled it out and brought it to his face.
"Suck," I commanded. "Uh, I don't know if I'm ready for that, Dad," he
replied. So I wiped the scum all over the most gorgeous face I've ever
seen, making sure his beautiful lips were covered in slime. "What was that
you said about eating cum out of my ass?" he asked. I sunk to my knees, and
he swung himself around, so his ass was at the edge of the bed. He looked
into my eyes as I dove in, tongue first, and slurped out as much of my own
seed as I could, continuing to lap at his hole, like a dog, long after I'd
sucked out as much jizz as I could. I stood up, leaned over him, and kissed
him once again.

We lay together for a long while after that, snuggling, but he has to get
to a date with his ex-girlfriend. I don't think she got laid that night.

We haven't had a chance to get together since, scheduling and all, but
we've assured each other that encounter was only the beginning. My son is
now my lover, and I'll own that hole of his until I die.