Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 22:27:05 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Watching my Son - Chapter 3

Watching my Son - Chapter 3
by Pete Marenga
dom6789@hotmail.com   <---(Pete's email address)
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This story is gay and sexual and is between a father and a son.
You know if you're old enough or not to read this kind of thing,
and if you would like or not like it.  So get real, and read if
you like, or move on, if not.

WARNING:  EXIT this story if you're under legal age.
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Watching my Son - Chapter 3


    "Easy, boy!  Remember, that's fully loaded."
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"That's funny, dad, fully loaded!" Kyle said, his giggling not
quite finished.  Amazingly, he was still erect.

"That's what it means," I said, hugging him, "I'm really ready to
shoot."

"It really DOES look fully loaded," Kyle said, sliding away from
me to get a good look at my hard, starving penis.  "It felt good
when you put your mouth on me, dad.  I mean, really good."

"I'm glad, Kyle.  Was that the first time anyone's put their
mouth on you, like that?"

"Yeah, dad," Kyle said with some frustration, "I told you--I
never did anything with another . . . well, Greg Ballister and me
touched each other's dick in the showers, once, when everyone
else was gone."

"Oh, ok--so when he touched you, it didn't feel as good as this?"
I said, leaning down and slurping his delicious thirteen-year-old
boyhood into my mouth.  I overdid the slurping sound.

"Ah!  No!  God--that tickles!"  Kyle screeched.  Evidently, the
vibrations from the slurping were a little too much for him.

"AHA!" I said, my voice dripping with insight and discovery, "A
torture!  I found a new way to punish you!"

"Oh, God!" Kyle said, out of breath, "That would be a real bad
torture.  I promise I'll be good!"

I took his hotness into my mouth again--this time with no
slurping.

"Oh, yeah... YEAH!" Kyle moaned, in his boyishly-sweet, sensual
voice.

"As I was saying, Kyle, did it feel THIS good when Greg touched
you?"

"Huh?  Oh!  No, no way, dad!  But um . . . you're not MAD that I
did that with Greg?"

"You mean that you touched each other?"

"Yeah."

"No, I'm not mad," I said, making sure Kyle saw the sincerity in
my eyes, "I would never be mad at good, honest experimentation.
Boys your age do sexual things like that with each other all the
time."  I thought it best not to go into full detail, just yet.

"COOL!"

Instantly, I could see wheels turning in Kyle's head.

"Now, WAIT, son!  Don't go thinking you can just go touching any
guy--"

"Dad--I'm not STUPID!  I wouldn't go around touching every guy I
see."

"Ok, son," I said with a sigh of relief.

"Just the HOT ones," Kyle said, grinning mischievously--obviously
intending to get a rise out of me.

"You little stinker!  You're in for it, NOW, boy," I said in
feigned anger, pushing him forward on his knees and elbows, and
playfully slapping his cute little naked buns a few times.

With just his body language, Kyle seemed to call a halt to the
frivolity, as if announcing that he had something to say.

"DAD!  I was IN for it?  You call that a SPANKING?" Kyle said,
with his butt facing me, partly upright on his knees and looking
back at me, red-faced.  His signature impish grin was showing.

Maybe I was treating Kyle as too much of a playmate, it occurred
to me.  With my arm, I pushed my son into position with his ass
in the air, and trapped him there.  Those smooth boy-buns were
within licking distance, as I delivered three MUCH more fatherly
slaps to those enticing, barely-pubescent butt cheeks.

The loud sound of the smacks surprised me, making me feel bad,
thinking I'd hit my son too hard.  I quickly loosened my grip on
the playful boy--hoping I hadn't ruined everything.

"That's more like it dad!" Kyle said, coming up smiling.

"Hmm," I said.  My sudden, serious look took Kyle by surprise.  I
couldn't tell if my smacks really hadn't bothered him, or if he
was just putting on a brave front--but this could be a fun game.

I didn't say a word--I was having too much fun, thinking.  I had
an idea how we could both have some harmless fun with this--
something that would motivate Kyle to have future play sessions
with me.  I was glad I'd preserved Kyle's innocence, by using an
ISP with special porn filters.  This way his sexual awareness
would come through me.  Without those filters, my new game would
be old hat to my sensual, energetic son.  The silence seemed to
unnerve him.

Kyle gulped.  "Did I do something wrong, dad?"  His impeccable
beauty constantly thrilled me.

"What?  Oh, no, Kyle," I said, awakening from my reverie, "I was
just thinking . . . . "

Some time passed.

"Yeah, dad?" Kyle said with a look of such earnest, tense
anticipation, that my body throbbed with joy and desire at the
sight of this impossibly delicious-looking collection of boyflesh
that I had to remind myself was my son.

I was going to say something about the spanking having no effect
on him, and how much more of a man he was, that I could hurt my
hand but not his butt.  However, my boy's innocent charm put me
in a hypnotic-like state, where I wanted to say only the truth.

If I had thought to say anything else, I couldn't have, I was
convinced.  It took some time for all this to register in my
brain, and for me to realize where I'd left off, in the
conversation.  The delay was too long for Kyle.

"Dad?" he said more softly, a mild concern entering his voice.

"Oh, I'm ok, son," I said, holding his hands, and noticing the
relief on Kyle's face.  "You're a good boy--and you're beautiful,
Kyle.  You're the most beautiful and sexy boy."  I was looking
right into his eyes.

"Oh, dad," my son said softly, obviously moved.  Kyle's eyes
seemed to melt as he returned my gaze.  I watched his healthy
young cock throb at my words.

"So much so," I said continuing, feeling my own throbbing, "that
I want to make LOVE to you."  Kyle's spell over me held me with
surprising strength.  I couldn't believe what I was saying--being
so forthright, blurting out my true feelings.

Kyle shifted, and somehow, he got himself on top of me.  I basked
in the cuteness and warmth of his face, inches from mine.  His
sweet young breath warmed my lips.  His soft hair brushed against
my brow, tingling me, as I yielded to this momentary image of my
thirteen-year-old son reversing our roles, and making love to ME.

His eyes seemed as spellbound as mine.

"Make love to me?" his soft little voice questioned, dripping
with his potent adolescent urges--and lifting me to the clouds--
"I thought we----You mean, we haven't done that yet?"

"Oh, no, Kyle, not really," I said in a whisper, as my son's soft
lips sank into mine.

I hear a faint, "Mm," sound in a high voice that could be none
other than my son, voicing the effects of his young body, laced
with sexual craving.

"Ohh," I responded, just as Kyle's erection bobbed upward,
digging its hot, granite-like head into my abdomen.

"Ow!"

"Kyle--does your erection hurt?"

"Uh . . . um, yeah--a little," Kyle said, hesitating to decipher
the word 'erection.'  "Feels tight, too."

"Well, let's take care of that," I said aggressively, my head
moving toward his glistening boy-rod.

Kyle let his motives be known silently.  I marveled that he had
his own ideas, different from mine--as he took my wrists, which
were at my side, and pressed them toward the mattress.  I let him
overpower me, knowing he didn't yet have the strength in his
slender arms to truly pin me.

Still, I was startled that my hungry boy didn't welcome my second
round of overtures to suck his very demanding-looking penis.

"Kyle, don't you want me to--"

"Yeah--but I wanna do THIS first," my sex-crazed young boy
muttered, as his tongue made its first advances toward the
mushroom end of my dick.

"Ohh, KYLE!" I shouted.  My son's hesitant, inexperienced tongue
set my whole body on fire.  It was more than I could handle, just
knowing that is was my son who was lovingly giving me his first
blow job, but to see and feel his slender, youthful, graceful
body--his innocent mouth--pleasuring my love-weapon--was more
than I could take.  Speech was now impossible, as my body
reverted to its former adolescence, and all my muscles tightened
in sexual bliss.

"Mmmm!" Kyle said with my cock in his mouth, the vibrations
sending me over the edge.

There was no way I could warn him--I shot myself into him, from
my very core.  I had lost control, and had no idea how many shots
I fired, how many Kyle took into his mouth, or how long my orgasm
lasted.

"MMMMM!" Kyle repeated, enthusiastically, as my climax subsided,
and my son raised himself up on his knees.

As the winds of overheated sexual energy left me, they entered
Kyle, as he stroked his incredibly beautiful boycock, aiming his
little gun the best he could, and shot himself all over me.

"OH!  GOD!  OH!  DAD!  AH!"

I brought my head down into my son's line of fire, and throbbed
all over as warm, fresh, creamy, thirteen-year-old boy juice
warmed and thrilled my mouth.

Somehow, I managed to slide my lips over his substantial
erection--his proud and poised boyhood--in time to catch the last
wonderful shots, my son's strong squirts as he wound down.

Just as I thought my mouth had felt the last of my boy's sensuous
spasms, his rigid penis throbbed in a sort of after-motion, as
his little body collapsed on top of mine.

"Oh . . . jeez . . . dad . . . " Kyle tried to say, among his
fiercely rapid, ragged breaths, as I twisted in the bed and
maneuvered on top of him.

I straightened out his arms and legs--trying to make him
comfortable as he came down from high, sacred sexual territory.

"Good, huh?" I asked, softly.

"Yeah!"

I ran my hand through Kyle's hair, played with his ears, kissed a
hundred times from his face to his chest and back, and told him
how wonderful he was.

Kyle's smile--my son's smile of satisfaction--was my final
reward, as my little, barely-adolescent imp began to fall asleep.

I turned him slightly and hugged him to me with one arm.  My free
hand rubbed lightly over his soft, hairless buns.  I let my
fingertips flow up and down, crossing from one flawless cheek to
the other.

"Mmm, dad, that feels good," Kyle mumbled sleepily.
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