Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 16:27:41 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: What was I thinking, part four

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What was I thinking, part four

Taking a shower with John was some thing I had not done in many
years. Doing so now was huge turn-on. I spent a long time cleaning my son
and made sure to cover every inch of him. His dick was hard in the outset,
and never relaxed during the shower. Once I had rinsed off John, he wanted
to return the favour. Having his hands all over me was very nice indeed. I
let him explore every part of my body. He made sure my cock was clean
before he moved over to my crack. He hesitated a little, but spent a long
time getting familiar with my butt. Tryingly he pushed one finger up my
ass. When he did not meet much resistance, he carefully pushed in one
more. Gently he started to finger me and against all odds, my cock started
to grow again. I bent a little forward and let him play with my back side.

"Does it feel good, Dad?"

"You are doing a great job there son. It feels very good"

"Is this what you did to me on the sofa? Using you fingers?"

"Yes I did John, but I only used one finger on you. You have never had
anything going up your butt before and I don't want to hurt you"

"It felt like nothing I have ever felt before. At first it was a little
strange, but after a while I just wanted you to keep doing it and never
stop"

I felt John try to get one more finger into my ass. It was not too
difficult and I loved having his fingers play with me.

"Does this hurt you Dad?"

"No son, not at all. I told you it feels very nice"

"Does that mean you have had something up you butt before?"

That question had an answer, but I was not sure whether I wanted to let my
son know about me being gay. I suddenly felt uncertain. Could I tell my son
I had had other men's cocks inside me???

I turned around and squatted down to look at my son. He seemed very puzzled
by my lack of response.

"Look John. There are some things about me that you do not know, and I'm
not sure whether I should tell you or not. The shower is not the place to
tell you this story. Let's rinse off and get some clothes on, and I'll try
to tell you the story from the beginning, OK?"

John did not know what to think. He had a worried look on his face, but did
as I told him to.

Back in the living room we sat down. John did not put anything else on that
one pair of his new boxers. I decided to be a bit more dressed and but on
some loose fitting shorts and a white T-shirt. I was slow to get started,
but once I began telling the story, it all came out. I told John all about
me finding out that I was gay and how I had made his mother my bold
promise. I ended the story where we moved abroad. John had been still
through the entire tale. Never once did he interrupt or ask a question. It
seemed like was soaking up every word I said and stored it for later
processing.

"I always wondered where the rest of our family was. You never said
anything about it and I didn't know if it was OK to ask. There are other
children at school that have only one parent, but they say the parents have
moved away from each other. They still get to see them once in a while"

"Well now you know John. I just didn't know how to tell you. After all,
having a gay father might become a problem for you if others found
out. Does any of this bother you? If it does, now or later, you just have
to ask. You can come and talk to me"

"It's just a lot of information at once Dad. Right now I don't really know
if I have any questions. I asked so many today, and you have done a great
job at answering them"

He looked up at me and had a corny smile on his face. I returned it with a
broad one. He had been enjoying his 14th birthday and perhaps I had given
him too much information. Too late to worry about that now. I could only
hope that he would come and talk to me. In fact I wanted him to do more
than just talking, but before I could complete my line of thought, John had
fallen asleep on the sofa. I gently carried him to his room and kissed him
good night on the forehead.

It had been a long day and the sun had not even begun to set yet. I felt
like I had been up for 24 hours and quickly found out that going to bed,
was the best thing to do. Tomorrow was Saturday, and we could sleep as long
as we wanted.

In the morning I found that John had snuck into my bed during the night. It
had been many years since that had been going on. It made me wonder if
yesterday had been too much for him. I watched him sleep for a while. He
was so young, and when sleeping he looked just like an angel. Did I look
that adorable when I was 14? Having a hard-on in the morning and being
naked next to my son, did start a chain of thoughts, though. Was I going
insane? Did all my pent up sexual frustration result in a sexual
relationship with my son? I really needed to get my head sorted out. On the
other hand, he was so peaceful sleeping next to me. There were no worries
in the place he was now. I wanted so much to reach out and touch him. I
wanted to feel him up and have him deposit more of his cum in my mouth. I
wanted him safe, happy and all to my self! WHAT WAS I THINKING!

To stop my self, I had to get up and went for the bath room. I had to think
about cold water running in order to be able to piss through my raging
hard-on. In the end I managed to let go. I washed my hands and was about to
go get dressed, as I noticed John in the doorway.

"Good morning Dad"

"Good morning son. How are you felling?"

"I fell fine. Watching you go made me all hard though. I don't think I'll
be able to go now"

I looked at his dick. It was as hard as ever. My effort to keep my own
erection under control failed, and soon we were both hard as
rocks. Suddenly John turned on his heal and ran to his room. At first I
thought he had gotten scared, but before I could begin to worry he was back
in the doorway. On his face was a big childish grin and in his hand was a
ruler.

"We never got around to measuring your cock Dad. Now seems like good time"

I did not hesitate this time. There was nothing I wanted more right now,
than having his hands all over my cock.

"Go ahead then. You are all prepared I see"

John came to stand close and lifted the plastic ruler. With one hand he
grabbed my cock, and with the other he placed the ruler on the side of my
cock.

"No John. In order to measure it, you have to place it on top. You always
measure from the base, where the hair grows"

He moved it to the correct place. His eyes went wide as he saw the result
of his measurement. I was rather pleased with the result.

"You are 8,5 inches Dad"

"I can see that son. To be honest that is 0,5 inches longer than I thought
it to be. Now let's see how big you are"

I sat down on the toilet lid and pulled John closer to me. I took the ruler
from his hand and measured.

"You are very well hung for a 14 year old my son. Your cock is 5,4
inches. If you keep growing at this rate, you'll have bigger cock than me
in just a few years!"

"Cool! I can't wait!"

To be honest, neither could I, but I kept that to myself for the
moment. Instead I put the ruler down and inhaled deeply. My face was only
an inch from his cock and I could not resist the temptation. I opened my
mouth and wrapped my lips around his swollen head. John moaned as I started
sucking him. He even began to move his hips. I ended up only using my
tongue as my dear son fucked my face. He didn't last very long, and sent
his morning cum into my mouth with a growl. The sound was not a full mans
voice, but was not boyish either. He was changing fast now and that
included his voice. When he was done cumming he knelt down in front of
me. He pushed my legs apart before he started sucking me. He didn't have to
do that very long before I started to shoot my jizz. Some went into his
moth. Most of it hit his face or landed on my (except fore a few hairs
around my nipples) smooth chest. Seeing my son covered in my own cum was so
damn hot. He stood up and had a satisfied smile on his lips. Then his face
suddenly changed to a surprised look. The instant after that I felt a warm
flow all over my chest. My son was pissing on me! I was as surprised as
John, but found out that it was a very nice feeling. The warmth of his wee
running down my body was not comparable with anything I had ever felt
before.

"That was strange..."

John had been very relieved to go, but as the warm flow stopped, he stepped
back and had a terrified expression on his face.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry dad! I didn't mean to, it just was no holding it back"

"Don't worry about it John. It took me by surprise too, but I'm not angry
with you"

"You are not? But I just peed all over you and made a bad mess too!"

"To be honest it felt rather nice. I have never done that before, but I
think I liked it. The mess however I don't like. It will take some time to
clean this up. Relax son, I know how it is when you just can't hold it back
any more. I really am more surprised than anything else"

John relaxed, but could not wipe the worried look off his face. I got up
and turned on the shower.

I suggest that you come in here and rinse off before you get dressed. I
have to do the same before I can clean up in here. John came into the
shower. He was quiet and I didn't push for anything, sexually or
otherwise. He got out dried off and headed to his room. I got started on
the `yellow mess' on the bath room floor.

---To be continued---

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