Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2015 22:01:38 -0500
From: Mike Yonge <myonge1@hotmail.com>
Subject: What is a Father to do  Gay incest

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Chapter 1


My son and I were alone.  I looked back at the gravesite of my wife as we
drove away in the limousine.  I hugged my boy close as he sobbed into me.

Up till a week ago we really didn't have a care in the world, now our world
had completely collapsed.  Oh it is not as though we didn't have rough
spots and disagreements along the way, every couple, every family has
those.  But we were a happy family.  We, all of us were close and for the
most part open with each other.

My heart was breaking as we drove back to the house, to spend time with our
family and friends.  My parents and in-laws had put a buffet for after the
funeral.  Ryan, I knew would just as soon be anywhere but there.  To answer
questions, to have people fawning over him.  He wanted to just go to his
room and be alone.  I convinced him that it was just for the afternoon and
to stay with me.

Ryan was always a quiet lad, a bit of a loner.  He had friends at school
but he preferred to be by himself or with us.  As a result some people
'wondered' about him.  Actually about a month before her accident my wife
had said one night in bed.  "Ted, I think Ryan might be gay."

I hadn't really noticed anything different about my son but I guess a
mother notices these things.

"We must never let him think there is anything wrong with that Ted.  He has
to know we love him no matter what."

That was all we got to talk about on the subject.  Life went on and then
she was gone.  One morning I woke up and she had died in the night.  One of
those "freak" things as the doctor described it.  An otherwise healthy
young woman had a massive heart attack in her sleep.  The autopsy showed
nothing.  She was healthy... there were no anomalies in her system, blood,
body that would have indicated anything out of the ordinary, but she was
still dead.

The next few days and weeks both flew by and seemed like an eternity all at
once.  Endless forms and paperwork had to be dealt with.  Mum and Dad bless
them stayed for a couple weeks to help us go through Shana's clothes and
things.  I had to go to her office and clean things out there.  It was
probably the most horrible time of my life.

But as with everything, things start to settle down, and after my folks
left we started to get back into a routine.

From the first night after the accident though Ryan started getting
nightmares.  I would take him into bed with me, and that seemed to calm him
down.  My Father thought it was in his words " a little hinky" to have my
son sleeping with me. But I stopped his comments to my son.

"Dad, he just lost his mother right here at home.  If sleeping with me
helps him deal with the nightmares he is having because of that then that
is what he has to do.  And you will not say anything to him about it."

My Dad just shrugged.  I knew he was a bit upset with me but he agreed and
nothing more was said on the matter.

That was all that was said and when they finally left Ryan stayed in my bed
.  We talked about it but he just wasn't ready.  He would try to sleep in
his own bed but always ended up in mine... He was terrified that I would
die too, and while it wasn't logical, he needed to be with me.  To tell the
truth the feel of his warm body in my bed gave me some comfort too.

So I would tuck him into my bed at night so that when I came to bed he
would be there, usually sound asleep.  As soon as I got into bed he would
snuggle right up to me, with an arm over my belly and often his head on my
chest.  I would hold him to me with my arm down his back.  That would be
how we would start out each night until one or the other or both of us
would move as people do in the course of a night.

One night I awoke to this wonderful feeling in my groin.  Much like when I
had my wet dreams way back.  I was dreaming that Shana was ...  and that
was when I woke up and realized that Ryan's hand had moved down so that it
was on top of my cock, which was now hard as rock and his fingers were sort
of curled around it holding it through the fabric of my shorts.  It felt so
intense.  He wasn't doing anything, his fingers would twitch every now and
then, sending shock waves up and down the shaft.  He just lay there
sleeping... holding my cock.

I gently moved his hand back to my belly.  He stirred slightly but never
woke up... me however, it took me a while to get back to sleep.

The next several nights the same thing happened, I would wake up feeling
his hand gently curled around my very erect member.  I would gently move it
away and go back to sleep.  He would stir and mutter something
unintelligible in his sleep and drift off again.

One night after it happened again and I had moved his hand, I was just
drifting off again. (You know that beautiful state between sleep and
wakefulness, you are not really asleep but you are also not really awake.
It is just that uber-delicious state of floating between the two), Well
anyway... I was in that place, when I felt Ryan's hand move back down to
take hold of my cock again.  As he took hold of it I distinctly heard him
sigh and mutter "I love you Dad" and then he seemed to snuggle in more if
that was possible and he was gone.

I froze.  I didn't know what to do.  I put my hand on top of his and the
next thing I knew it was morning.  My hand was still on top of his, and his
was still curled around my cock.  I must have been so sleepy or out of it
that I had fallen back asleep before moving his hand away.  I gently moved
his hand and slid out of bed.

When we ate breakfast later, I asked him how he slept.

"Great Dad, it feels so good to be beside you.  I haven't had a nightmare
for a long time."

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was having a 'nightmare' of my
own.

That night was Friday so Ryan stayed up late and we both went to bed
together.  As we got into bed he hit me with a thunderbolt.

I lay on my back as usual and he snuggled in, with his head in the small of
my shoulder.  I had my arm around him holding him close.  It felt good, I
have to admit.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Am I gay?"

"W...what?" I felt a cold sweat break out all over me.  At the same time I
felt him tense up

 "Well son do you think you are gay?"

"I'm not sure Dad, but a guy at school keeps calling me fag and fairy boy,
but I don't know why.  So am I gay?"

"Ok... is this kid hurting you?"

"No he is just a grade ten jerk, I don't see him that much, usually in the
'caf' then if I am in his way he tells me to get out of his way and calls
me fag or fairy boy"

"Well son, I don't know how to answer you.  Maybe you are gay.  That's ok.
Maybe you are not and that's ok too... whatever the case just know that I
love you either way."

He hugged me close and kissed me on my cheek "I love you dad"

I continued though... the thought of my son being harassed by some school
bully didn't sit well with me.  "this guy at school, does he just pick on
you?  He is a bully Ryan and if he is bullying you we have to do something
about it."

"No dad, he isn't bothering me that much it is just well... why is he
calling me 'fairy boy'.  Do I do something that makes him think I'm gay?"

"I don't know son but if it continues on you have to let me know and I will
do something about it."

I hugged him tighter to me.

"I just don't want him to get mad at me if you, you know come to the
school.  He will know I told you"

"We'll have to figure something out, but we can't have him bullying you"

We lay there for some time in our own thoughts I guess, before he suddenly
started again.

"Dad?"

My heart skipped a beat... 'oh no, what now?'  I thought.

"I think I might be gay."

"Really?  Why do you think that?"

"Well I think boys and men are really cool even Ed, the guy giving me
trouble at school.  I mean I get uh.. well you know, excited when I am with
boys... like in the gym or at the pool.  But I don't feel that way about
girls."

"Ok" I said not knowing what else to say.

In a softer voice he added, "I really like being with you in bed Dad, and
sometimes it makes me feel like... uh... well sexy?  You know?"

"Oh boy" I thought but I said "Really?  Well I don't know but maybe it is
just the age you are in right now.  I like having you in bed too Ryan.  I'm
glad it is helping you with your nightmares..."  I felt myself go into a
rambling state because I was totally out of my league here and knew it.  So
I stopped talking.

There was silence again for several minutes.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I can ask you anything right?"

"Yes son and I will try to answer as best I can"

"Well uh, my penis... well how big will it get?

I let out a nervous chuckle.  "Well every guy is different son.  You are
small in build like your Mom so maybe you will not grow as big a penis as
some other guys who are bigger than you."  I was sweating bricks now.
Nobody warned me about questions like this!

I could tell he was mulling over what I just told him.  "How big is your
penis dad?" he asked.

"Well it's about average I guess" waffling my answer.

"Well did you ever measure it?  Mine is five and a half inches now."

Another nervous chuckle or giggle.  "Uh well mine is about seven and a
half"

"Wow Dad!"  he said.. then he asked in almost a whisper.  "Can I see it
big?"

"Oh fuck"I thought what do I say?

"Maybe sometime son,,, but now we have to get to sleep."

He looked like he was about to challenge me but thought better of it.  He
snuggled in again with an arm over my belly he pulled me close.  "I love
you Dad" he said and closed his eyes.

Not four inches away from his arm lay my very erect cock.  I could feel it
oozing some precum.

That night as the last several I woke to his hand on my erection.  Like the
previous night for some reason I didn't move his hand but put mine on top
of it.  We were still in that position when I woke the next morning.

Thing about all this that I found even more distressing was that it
actually felt good to have his hand on my cock.  I mean it felt real good.
What on earth was the matter with me?

I couldn't stop thinking about what was happening in my bed every night.
Was it because I was missing my wife, or was I some kind of sick pervert?

The next night it all went a step further.  I have a mixture of underwear
in my drawers, boxer briefs and just plain boxers.  As we all know boxers
are a much looser fit.  Most of mine are also older so they really fit
loose.  I like them because of that actually.  I would go commando but
Shanna had drilled that out of me pretty quick.  And now that Ryan was
sleeping with me at night I didn't figure I could sleep 'in my altogether'
so I wore my underwear.

Also I was still thinking this whole thing over.  I mean my son has asked
me some pretty pointed questions about sex, about our bodies.  He has
opened up to me about being gay.  This is not the time to be turning him
away is it?  Well is it?  Sleep was not coming easy to me that night.  As a
matter of fact I Was still awake when I felt his arm on my belly began to
move.  I could feel him pulling it back a bit so now his hand was on my
belly button, just lying there fingers sort of spread out, you know open
palmed.  I don't know what came over me, but I popped an immediate boner.
Fuck I was suddenly so aroused.  Almost without thinking, I move my hand
gently making sure not to touch Ryan's hand which had paused on my belly.
I found the waistband of my underwear and lifted it up and waited.

A few seconds later his hand started to move again.  My cock was hard as
rock and pointing up ... his hand slowly edged down.  It slid under the
waistband and seconds later I felt his hand come in contact with my oozing
cockhead.  Ryan stopped... his breathing changed. I heard him mutter
something that sounded like "what?'  he reached down a bit further his
fingers sliding over the top of my cock which jumped at his touch.  He
curled his fingers around my aching piece and gripped it.  I heard him
sigh.  I gently lowered the waistband down again to cover his hand.  I put
my own hand on top of his through the material

.  I'm sure I heard him mutter again "I love you Dad"

I lay awake for a long time wondering what he next step was going to be.
His hand felt so good around me.  What should I do?  Was he serious about
wanting to see me aroused?  Should I expose myself to him?  What a
question!  I laughed to myself.  "I think that ship is on the point of
sailing" I thought.  My son was lying that with his hand curled around my
cock...

I guess I finally drifted off because the next thing I know it was morning.
As I lay there waking up, I looked over at my son.  The covers were half
off him.  He was laying on his back uncovered to his belly .  "He really
wasn't a bad looking kid" I thought.  Probably because he takes after his
mother.

I reached over and shook him gently.  "Ryan, time to get up son."

He stirred with a soft groan.

"Uh.. I thought we might shower together this morning son, and then go out
for breakfast."

He opened his eyes and looked at me.  "together?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.  "Well son you said you wanted to see me
and well I love you son, and I want to help you work through being gay, I
don't know if this is right and some people might even want to put me in
jail for doing this but yeah, maybe this once we can shower together."

He smiled at me and gave me a hug.  But then he drew back with a serious
look on his face.  "Why would someone want to put you in jail for showering
with me?"

I smiled at him. "Well son some might think that a father and son being
together naked and checking each other out is something bad, called incest.
Incest is against the law."

I could see him thinking about it.  My son was a ponderer.  He liked to
think things through.  Then he got this half smile on his face "But if no
one knows but us, how can they think anything about it?"

"Well that's true" I said getting out of bed.  He got up too and we went to
the bathroom.  We were both suddenly speechless as we got ready for the
shower.  I got some towels out and ready.  Then turned on the water to let
it warm up.  I was already pretty aroused, and I could tell from the bulge
in his shorts so was he.

I shucked off my shorts and he stared.  Then he took his off.  The kid had
a nice piece of meat standing out.  Not knowing what else to say and not
being smart enough to say nothing, I said "Well I might have been wrong
about you not being too big son"

He beamed at me "You are way big too Dad" he said looking down at my hard
member.  I smiled back and we got into the shower.

I had him stand in front of me.  I grabbed the soap and started to lather
him down, first his back down and around his cheeks , letting my fingers
slide between them into the crack.  I could hear Ryan just softly sighing
in pleasure.  As my fingers slid into the crack he pushed back a little.

I was so fucking hard by then.

I now reached around him with my soapy hands and started to wash his chest
and working down his torso.  I suddenly realized that I wanted to hold his
cock.  I wanted to feel it in my hands.  What on earth was the matter with
me??

Ryan sighed again and said softly "Oh Dad this feels so good, this is so
nice"

My hands moved further down like they had a mind of their own.  This of
course caused me to pull my son closer to me and my cock was now sliding
along his crack and down between his legs. I couldn't believe what intense
sexual sensations were coursing through my body as I was making such
intimate contact with my son.  "What the fuck was happening to me?" I
couldn't remember feeling even this good with Shana.

The thought flashed through my mind that I should stop, but I couldn't,
mind hands found my son's hard throbbing cock.  I could feel his heartbeat
pulsing in the hard shaft.  Ryan groaned out loud has I took hold of his
young member and that was apparently all that it took for him because he
let out a shout ...something like "Ohhnnn fuck Dad... Ohhnnnn MAN!!"  I
would have been shocked by his language but my hands feeling his cock
pumping out cum was almost more than I could manage myself.  I gently
stroked him to completion.  It was so erotic to feel his cock muscles
pulsing in my hands.  I was helping my own son produce cum.

He leaned back against me panting for breath.  "Ohnnn Dad that was
awesome!"  He looked up at me and I kissed him.  It was not a hard kiss,
but our lips lingered together for several moments.

The water was still pouring over us.  Ryan broke off the kiss.  "Can I wash
you now Dad?"

I nodded.  If there was a line to cross I had crossed it long ago.  Ryan
took the bar of soap from me and facing me gingerly started to wash my
chest.  One hand was applying the soap the other was just gliding through
the soap across my chest.  I just stood then with my eyes closed letting it
happen.  I felt him work his way down rather quickly actually.

I was getting more and more aroused, if that was possible, as his hands
travelled toward the prize.  When he touched and then took hold of my now
aching cock and started to stroke it with his soap slickened hands I
groaned out.  "Ohhhnnnn son" Four or five strokes of his hands he gave me
then as one hand cupped my balls I could hold back no longer.  He kept
stroking as I wrapped my arms around him and exploded in a violent orgasm
between us, my cum coating both our bellies.  An orgasm such as I had never
experienced before.  "Ohnnn son, my son that is so wonderful!!!"

This time we kissed with more fervour, more passion and it was only the
cooling of the water that caused us to stop.  I had never had such an
intense sexual experience as that day.  We rinsed off quickly and got out
of the shower.  Neither of us spoke both in our own thought about what had
just happened.  I certainly had to rethink my whole life, my morals, my
ethics, my sexuality, my son.

After we got out of the shower and dried off, we both seemed to be in deep
thought about what had just happened.  I certainly was in total turmoil and
Ryan seemed to sense it.  He didn't say anything.  We got dressed and went
out for breakfast as promised.  I decided on a restaurant I often went to
for lunch.  I guess it was a kind of greasy spoon, "hole in the wall"
little place but the food was always good.

"My waitress" from during the week quickly pour a cup of coffee and brought
it to the table.  I greeted her and introduced Ryan.  "We thought we would
try out your Sunday morning breakfast"

We chatted for a few minutes, placed our order and waited.  We were both
clearly a little distracted from the morning's event.  My mind was in a
whirl whenever I thought about it.  What was happening to me.  How could I
have done to me son what I did?  Even more disturbing was the fact that as
I was thinking those very thoughts I could feel myself getting hard.  I had
enjoyed it and I wanted more!

As we waited a family came in.  A mother, father, young daughter about 11
and a son, about Ryan's age.  He was a gorgeous kid!  I noticed him
immediately and had to tear my eyes off him so I would not be so obviously
staring at him.  As I glanced at my son I noticed the he was looking too.
He flashed his eyes at me and then grinned.  He leaned over and whispered
"Wow! He 's hot"

I smiled and nodded trying not to reveal that I was thinking the same
thing.  Ryan's grin grew wider.  "You think so too huh?"

I know I blushed

Busted!

Breakfast came just then and we started to eat.  But both Ryan and I kept
our eyes on the kid.  The boy glanced over at us at one point, I think
realizing that we were both looking at him and smiled shyly.  I dropped my
eyes immediately.

The rest of the day passed pretty quietly.  One of Ryan's friends came over
and they played video games for several hours, leaving me to ponder my
situation.

I had to talk to someone before this went any further.  I shouldn't be
having sex with my son and I shouldn't be liking it.  What the fuck was
wrong with me?

That night Ryan snuggled right into me again when I came to bed.  His hand
immediately went to my cock.  I was already hard and I didn't stop him.

 "I'm glad we did what we did this morning dad."

I pulled my son closer to me.  "I am too son, I am too.  I'm just a little
confused about it ... like what I mentioned to you the incest and
all... you know"

"Yeah I guess Dad, but it feels real good to hold you and to be with you
Dad"

"It does that " I replied with a bit of a sigh.

"Dad could I hold it again, I mean like for real... no underwear?"

Fuck!  This kid was killing me.  But after this morning...  I nodded but
said nothing.

I felt his hand lift off me and then slide under the waistband of my
shorts.  I groaned in spite of myself as I felt his warm hand curl around
my very hard member.  "Ryan...."

I knew I was rapidly losing control, and worse, I wanted to lose control.
I kissed my son, first on the cheek, and then as he turned his face toward
me, on his beautiful succulent lips.  He opened his mouth to my tongue as
his hand was now slowly but urgently stroking my hard cock.

"Ohhhnnnnn fuck son, I love you so much" I don't know where the words came
from but I couldn't stop them. Nor could I stop my free hand from finding
his hard young cock in the confines of his briefs..  We were both panting
out our lust now as our kissing became more intense and our hands more
fervent in their actions.

Ryan let out a loud groan, more like a shout.  "Ohhhhhnnn Yeah Dad!!!!"  I
felt his cock explode in my hand.  Cum was spurting out over my hand and
fingers as I continued to stroking him hard.

The time difference between him cumming and me right after was only seconds
at the most. I too shouted out my total pleasure as he brought me to my
orgasmic climax.  It was fortunate that I still have my boxers on.  I know
like with me his hand was covered in my cum.  We lay there for several
minutes in the afterglow of what had just happened.

"Man Dad that was awesome!"  Ryan breathed out softly beside me.

We lay quietly.  I had my arm around him and his head was on my chest.
Only moments later I realized his breathing had slowed down and he was
asleep.  I kissed him gently on the head.  My other hand was still holding
his now deflated young cock.  It felt warm and sticky wet but it felt so
very good to have my hand there.

I sighed as the thoughts of what I was doing with my son flashed across my
mind.  All my moral teachings flooded over me telling me that this was so
wrong.  What was I going to do?

When I woke up the next morning I guess somehow we had separated.  We were
both lying in a kind of loose fetal position back to back.  I got up
quietly and took my shower.

A little while later as I prepared breakfast I heard my son... my Ryan,
padding down the hall and in to the shower.  He came into the kitchen
several minutes later just as I was about to call him for breakfast.  He
smiled at me as he came into the room. And gave me a hug.  I kissed him and
we sat down to eat.

As I came into the office that morning I met a young man that I worked with
that I often had coffee with.  Pietr.  He was a Polish lad abut 25.
Handsome young man that all the girls in the office went gaga over until
they found out he was gay.  He spoke a soft Polish accent.  He had come to
Canada with his family when he was in his early teens.  He had lost most of
his accent but not quite all.  It came across giving his voice a very
pleasant sound.

I had not really noticed him before other than I found him friendly and
enjoyed chatting with him at the office.  But when I saw him this morning I
light bulb flashed on in my mind as if I was having some kind of epiphany.

"Pietr Hi man!"  I said probably a little too exuberantly.  "just the man I
want to see.  I need to talk to you in private sometime I need your advice
about something"

"Hey Ted!... Yah... we could talk anytime.  What is this about?"

I took him into my office and closed the door.

"Listen Pietr ,can you keep a secret?"

Pietr looked perplexed but nodded "Sure Ted what is this?" he asked again

"I need to talk to you about Ryan... about me and ... me and Ryan... but
not here, you think we can uh, meet over lunch?"

"You have me worried now Ted, but yeah why don't we go to my place at
lunch, we won't be disturbed there."

"Good, yeah that would be great.  Thanks Pietr."  Just then the phone rang
and the workday began.

"I'll see you at coffee" I said as I picked up the phone and Pietr took his
leave.

The morning itself was uneventful, although I had a knot in my stomach the
entire time.  Not that I was worried about Pietr saying anything... it was
me worried about what I was going to tell Pietr and whether this was a good
idea now that I started the ball rolling.

At coffee we sat and chatted like normal.  I always enjoyed my coffee with
him.  He was a fun guy to be with.  He did ask if I was ok when I came down
to the coffee room.  I said I was fine , but I needed to talk.  We left it
at that because some of the other employees came in at that moment.

At noon Pietr came to my office and we left together and went to his place.
He has a small apartment near the office and always goes home for lunch.
Once in the unit he put the kettle on and fixed himself a sandwich, while I
brought my lunch out.

He sat down beside me at the table.  "So what is going on Ted?  How can I
help?"

I took a deep breath.  "Well to start with Pietr, Ryan is gay, but that is
only the beginning and it is not really the problem"

I didn't really see any flicker of reaction at the statement of my son
being gay.  I started by telling him about Ryan coming into bed with me
after Shan died.  "It was the nightmares, he was having nightmares almost
every night, but when he slept with me they went.  So I just let him sleep
with me all the time."

"Well there is nothing wrong with that, you are a good father and you care
for your son Ted"

"Nothing wrong with that until a couple weeks ago Pietr" I told him quickly
about Ryan finding my cock and holding it in his sleep.  "I didn't know
what to do, but it kept occurring, every night!  The thing was that it felt
so good and then one night I don't know.. well I didn't move his hand ..."
I continued to tell him about Ryan's conversation with me about being gay,
about wanting to see my cock hard."

Pietr in all this sat quietly with a sort of half smile on his face

""I'm guessing that you showed him?" he asked finally

I bowed my head and nodded... "but not like you think.  Fuck Pietr!" I
exclaimed... a little exasperated by his smirk. "No I took him to the
shower with me and I jerked him off!  We jerked each other off!!!How
perverse is that?"

Pieter smiled at me again.  I remember him taking my hand and holding it
gently.  "Well Ted, actually to me it sounds real hot! "  He held up a hand
against my objection.  "Ted, some might think it is wrong but you are not
asking some people you are asking me.  I wish I had a father like you when
I was Ryan's age to help me with this very problem.  Instead my father
disowned me when he found out I was gay.  I think what you are doing with
Ryan is a beautiful thing.  You must not hinder him, teach him
everything... teach him that sex between two men is a precious, wonderful,
beautiful thing.  If you scare him off he will find it anyway but the men
he will find might not be as gentle and loving as you are.  Ted I am glad
you came to me with this.  If I can help you with anything I am here for
you... for both of you, really."

I looked at the clock, we were already late.  We got up and I hugged him.
"Pietr thank you for this. I really appreciate it" He kissed me on the
cheek.

"Anytime Ted"

We managed to 'sneak' back in to the office without too many people
noticing.

I thought long and hard that afternoon about my conversation with Pietr.  I
thanked him again at coffee that afternoon for his help.

When I got home that evening, Ryan was in his usual spot at the dining room
table doing his homework.  I greeted him as I came in the door and then
went over to him.  Gently cupping the side of his face with one had I
kissed him deeply.  Then I hugged him.  "I just want you to know that I
love you so very much Ryan.  I will help you as much as I can learning how
to be gay.  But always remember I love you no matter what."

Ryan by now had his arms around me.  "I love you to Dad, you're the best
dad ever"

We held each other for several minutes before I released him "I'm going to
take a shower and then we can have supper"

Over supper I told him about my conversation with Pietr.  Though he looked
a little concerned that I had talked about him with someone else, I assured
him that I just needed some advice as to how to proceed.  "He said he would
be happy to help us... you if we have any questions son.  I trust him, I
think you would like him."  I left the conversation at that.

After supper we sat and watched some TV.  Ryan sat right next to me.  I had
my arm over his shoulder as he snuggled in.  After a couple hours he got up
and said he was going to take his shower and get to bed.

An hour or so later I followed him.  In the dim light of a night light I
could see my son lying there on his back, sound asleep. His chest and belly
was bare, the sheet covering from his midriff.  I stripped down as usual
but this night I stripped off my underwear.  I softly crawled into bed and
lay there leaning on one elbow looking at him.  In his sleep he backed into
me some more and mumbled something incoherent.  He was so beautiful.  I
kissed him gently on the cheek, but then I couldn't stop.  As I thought
about my conversation with Pietr "...teach him everything... teach him that
sex between two men is a precious, wonderful, beautiful thing."

I continued to kiss him, his face, his neck his chest, gently teasing one
of his nipples as I moved down his torso.  Ryan kept sleeping.  I lifted
the sheet and removed it from him.  He was still wearing his briefs but I
could see the outline of his young cock under the fabric.  Somewhere in the
depths of my mind I knew that I wanted it .

I lightly traced his cock with my finger, then I brought my lips down on
it, feeling it start to grow through the fabric of his shorts.  I opened my
mouth and worked it with my tongue and lips.  Ryan stirred in his sleep. I
froze.  He seemed to drift off again.  I lifted my face and eased my
fingers under the waistband of his underwear.

 My heart was pounding in my chest.  I was shaking with the enormity of
what I was doing.  This was my son!  I was about to give him a blow job.
My first blow job .... And his too!



I lifted the waistband up and eased up and off his now quite hard member.
There it was in front of me, I licked my lips.  I suddenly realized that I
didn't know what I was doing.  I licked my lips again and let my son's
young cock slide into my mouth.

I didn't know what to expect, it wasn't what I got, it far exceeded
anything that I had anticipated.  The touch, taste and feel of that young
cock on my tongue was amazing.  My own cock hurt it was so hard.  The
thought of having my son's cock in my mouth was so erotic, so sensually
stimulating.  I immediately began to work it with my tongue, sucking on it.
It continued to grow till it was full and hard... very hard.  It was so
delicious, it felt so exquisite.  I couldn't get enough.

The very next thing that I knew two hands were holding my head down and
Ryan's hips bucked up forcing his steel member deep into my mouth.

I heard Ryan moan "Ohhnnn Dad, don't ... please don't stop..."

His hips were now rocking back and forth. I was sucking and working his
young cock.  My mind was inflamed with the thought that I was about to eat
my son's virgin cum.

As his orgasm built Ryan alternated between grunts and groans and moans of
pleasure. Never letting go of my head, he begged me to continue, to suck
harder to take him deeper.

"Ohhhh fuck Daaaaaad I'm cummmmmmming!!!"

His fingers dug into my scalp, as the orgasm overwhelmed him.  My mouth was
flooded with jet after jet of hot cum.  I could hear Ryan gasping for
breath as his cock pulsed solidly between my lips.  It was a most
incredible experience.  My son was filling my mouth with his seed!

As his orgasm subsided, I slowly, sucking firmly, released his cock from my
mouth.  I then lay back down beside him.  He embraced me, and kissed me and
for several minutes we exchanged tongues.

Ryan lay his head on my chest and snuggled in "That was amazing Dad, what
you did.  I never felt so good in all my life."

We lay like that for some time, and just fell asleep.  Sometime during the
night in my half sleep I felt his hand go down to my cock and take it in
his fingers.  I smiled, as my mind drifted to what had happened that night.
No I hadn't gotten off but there was a weird sense of satisfaction in my
being.  I felt good, perfect as a matter of fact.  I had eaten my
son's... my own son's seed, and I didn't have any sense that I had done
something wrong.  I know it was weird, but it felt so right.  I drifted off
again into a deep sleep of peace.