Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 11:40:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Taking of Son Billy's Cherry:  Installment 3

The Taking of Son Billy's Cherry:  Installment 3
by davekrenshaw@yahoo.com


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Before I continue with the "action", so to speak, I feel compelled to
clarify a thing or two: First of all, I love my son Billy dearly; and I'd
sacrifice my life for him, truly, to protect him and keep him safe from
harm.  Yet, at the same time, I am human, a man with strong needs and
desires; and it is true that I have these sexual feelings with regard to my
son that many others simply would never understand.

Second, what Billy was doing was in my opinion a bit dishonest: I say this
because he led me to believe that he was fully-focused on his school work
and getting good grades; and that he competes on the swim team solely in
order to attempt to qualify for a full-time student tuition scholarship for
college.  Well, as I have related, I eventually discovered that for a long
time he has been fantasizing about and expressing interest in exploring his
feelings of lust and desire as to Coach Thorneheart, his swim coach, a
happily-married family man.  Plus, after seeing the way that he was
sashaying around his room in nothing but a jock strap, I have every reason
to believe that he was in his mind practicing in private a planned
seduction of Coach Thornehart.

Yes, in my mind, definitely, enough was enough.

Besides, as I have expressed, I firmly believed that I should be the one to
take my son's cherry.

So, anyway, I recall what subequently happened while the two of us were
still in my bed and intimately together, as this:

After I pull down both the pajama bottoms and the bikini briefs in one
clean, crisp motion, I am beginning to gentle caress each of Billy's buns
with both my palms and fingertips.  Billy is still silent, but, as I am
doing this, I notice that he is fully aroused; and I take this as a sign to
continue onward.


I grab a tube of pure aloe vera gel from the nightstand on my side of the
bed and slather it all over my majestic manhood.  I push my cock in between
my son's buns; and firmly thrust the head of the same into the confines of
my son's love hole.  Billy begins to moan; and then suddenly exclaims
"But...Dad!"


I feel like I am in the most profound state of euphoria: It is like I have
plunged my cock into a snug tight fit; and that I have now literally
pierced an enchanting watermelon of sorts.  I do not hear anyting else from
my son, so I presume he is all right with what is transpiring and to come.
Plus, I am so deeply immersed in my own feelings of lust and desire that I,
frankly, give little thought to any of that.

I began to thrust in and halfway out of my son's love cavern with my
nice-sized cock over and over.  I wanted to plant my seed deeply into my
son; and thereby brand him as mine.  I was perceiving my son as someone
that would be ideal at least for some period of time as a partner for me
for purposes of romantic love and sexual intimacy.  I hoped that I could
convince my son that sharing my bed and being my lover at least until he
went away for college was right, so right, on many levels.

Yet, at the same time, I was very much in the moment; and I was
passionately thrusting my hips and getting closer by the second to
releasing an enourmous load of my cum deep inside my son.  I repositioned
my son so that he was on his knees; and continued my thrusting with him in
doggy-style position.  I gentled played with his nipples, so soft and
sensuous to my touch; and then, as I fully released my cum deep inside of
him, I collapsed on top of him in a state of semi-exhaustion blended with
elements of ecstasy.

I have no regrets whatsoever, though of course I do know that I had crossed
a major boundary through engaging in relations with my son, one from which
there was no turning back.  What happened subsequently to the time I took
Billy's cherry is a story in and of itself.  For now, I simply leave you
with the early morn image of Billy and I cuddling together; and, in
particular, of my spooning of him erotically as he slept and as I am
enjoying watching him sleep peacefully while securely wrapped in my gentle
manly arms and smiling the most beatific smile in his state of slumber.