Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2017 18:14:01 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Off the Magic Carpet 6

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*****

JoJo literally choked at that news. Becoming? START? I could see him
frantically trying to find a way out of what would undoubtedly be a
mortifying discussion without revealing exactly what he was desperate for
me never to know. Was it cruel, heartless, unfeeling, unfair? Yepper.

*****

Off the Magic Carpet 6: Of Birds, Bees and Blushes

By Bear Pup

M/M; sexuality; embarrassing conversations

I turned modestly as JoJo finished undressing and got into his PJ bottoms
(no one used tops in the summer, ever). Being the dirty old fuck that I
was, though, I made sure to watch his reflection in the window. What I'd
thought I saw in the barn and got a close-up glimpse of lived up to what I
thought; my son was fucking hung, thicker and longer than me at his age --
possibly equal to me as an adult.

JoJo also had one of the most beautiful asses I'd ever seen that was not
attached to a 'pro' in Germany. Deep dimples on each flank melted smoothly
over to a dark trench that forced the eye to imagine the wonders within. I
wondered briefly if Ray or... anyone? had sampled those treasures.

I sat with him until he (reluctantly) fell asleep, then retreated to my own
bed and my beloved Beth. I watched her for perhaps half an hour. It ripped
me apart that even in sleep her body pained her. He brow would furrow as
she sought a new position without real surcease.

Breakfast was an entertaining affair. Stu made ham-steaks and some sort of
coffee cake so rich with eggs that it was a deep gold. Precious sugar had
not been used, but some local honey from the Altamira farm. They raised six
types of grain and made their living on the mostly-local trade with cattle
ranches like ours, and those that raised pigs, horses and (increasingly)
milk-cows and chickens-for-table. A side benefit was the overflow of honey
from the bees that kept their crops sweet and fresh each year.

I tried to think -- was I an evil fucking monster before the war, or was
this something new? Ray was flat-out jittering and his brother beamed,
obviously delighted. Apparently, I was not the only one on cock-block
patrol. Gunny knew everything because, well, he was Gunny. Beth was
oblivious, picking at her breakfast before smiling and moving to the porch
where she would doing mending that morning.

As soon as she left, I made sure everyone understood that I would need
exclusive use of the old barn for a 'father-son' talk -- all day -- to the
increasing mortification of JoJo. "I've been away a long time and there are
things that my son needs to understand about, you know, becoming a man. I'm
sure all of you guys had those talks with your dads when you, well, started
changing down there and all. It's a really tough time for a boy and it's a
father's job to help out with good info."

I thought Gunny was going to hurt himself keeping a straight face and even
Stu was grinning. Baxter was having a 'sneezing fit' and Ray was red enough
to mistake him for a very large tomato. The piece de resistance was JoJo's
white face slowly sinking and he slumped further and further down in his
chair, trying desperately to disappear.

Now, on the day after my own 12th birthday, my dad sat me down in the same
barn to which I now practically dragged JoJo. It was the first of four such
discussions after subsequent birthdays, each slightly more horrifying than
that last. It was remarkably effective, though, as he walked me through
what to expect each year. He was calm, patient and thorough. Unlike me, my
dad was a really a kind and thoughtful father.

First was a talk about men and women, confirming that I knew how calves
(and babies) were made, and how my body would be changing to prepare me for
that. How my cock would get bigger, my balls would drop, my voice would
change. How my body would grow in fits and starts, making me clumsy and
awkward and that every other boy either went through or would soon
experience the same embarrassing effects. How I would get hair in the most
alarming places, start to smell like a man and would need to take much
better care of my foreskin and other hygiene activities.

At 13, it was about sperm and masturbation, something I'd already
discovered but dad gave me the master course (something I cherished to this
day), with a long side-discussion about why it felt good and how it
prepared me for being a husband. Also that year were the frankly horrifying
details of woman-parts, pregnancy, birth and nursing.

Third was a very long and intimate talk about how to please a woman
(lessons that came in very handy in pleasing a man as well) that possibly
embarrassed dad more than me. Lastly, just after my 16th, was about being a
man, a husband, a father. It was the first of the talks where nothing
sexual was discussed, but it was also perhaps the most important. Within a
year, Beth and I were married and living in the original homestead.

Tradition had it that as soon as our firstborn was old enough to need his
own room, we would move into the big house and dad (and mom if she'd still
been living) would move to the older home and semi-retire. That never
happened, since dad passed before JoJo even turned two. At least he'd
gotten to hold his grandson; he said it was the third greatest day of his
life, after his marriage and my own birth.

After what I saw in the barn, it was clear that someone had done a damned
good job already teaching my son at least up through lesson three. My job
today was to pack as much of the blushing and stammering (on his part) that
should have accompanied those lessons into a single conversation. The
nearly five days of cock-blocking added a deliciously-evil character to the
proceedings of course.

I opened the old wooden barndoors wide, flooding the space with light. One
of the two ranch tomcats howled and scurried off, vocally displeased that
his mouse-hunt had been so rudely interrupted. The old barn was used for
milkers when we had them, but was currently devoted to tools and things
like wire that needed more than a shed to protect them. I grabbed a bench
and sat astride it, indicating that JoJo should sit on the other end facing
me. He was amusingly-reluctant, and I noticed that he had a long lump down
one jeans-leg. At his age and after five days of enforced celibacy, I
expected it was a chronic condition by that point.

"J-- Actually, since we're talking about you becoming a man -- *Sammy*, we
need to talk about your body and sex." As expected, every sentence of mine
was met with an eye-roll, sigh or look of disgust, something true for the
rest of the conversation.

"Now, I know you're a lot older than I was when Dad had this talk with me,
so I need to know some things. First, I assume you know how cattle make
calves and horses make colts?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, good, I'll get into some details later. Next, have you ever
ejaculated? You might not know the term. It's when your penis -- your cock
or weenie -- puts out a white liquid and feels really, really good? It
probably happened when you were sleeping and you found it in your PJs."

"Daddy! Oh my G--osh!"

"Is that a yes or a no, son?"

"Yes! Okay?"

"Now, don't get upset, son, nothing to be embarrassed about. We have to
talk about this. That white stuff is your sperm, and it's how you make a
woman pregnant. It's why it's so important to be careful." I went into a
long-winded lecture on sperm and eggs, with a hard-blush side-trip into
penises and vaginas and wombs and birthing and breast-feeding and
such. JoJo was about frozen in horror by the time I was done with that and
his bulge had lost a lot of its firmness. Plan on track!

"Now, that really good feeling that comes with sperm is called an
orgasm. Now you probably have woken up sticky, but have you ever gotten
that feeling while awake?"

Whispered, "this isn't happening." Aloud, "Yes! Yes, okay?"

"Settle down, Sammy. Now, do you know you can get that feeling on purpose?
It's called mas-tur-ba-tion or jerking off. Have you ever done that,
Sammy?"

"Yes!"

"That's good, son." I reached out and tousled his hair, which damned near
made him swallow his own tongue. "Masturbation is safe and good for you,
and nothing to be ashamed of. How often do you masturbate?"

"Uh... how often?"

"Yes, son. Say, well, this week. How many times this week?"

JoJo snapped, "Well, NONE! You've never let me have a moment to..." The
look on his face when he realised what he'd said was priceless.

"Well, now, Sammy, that's terrible. You should have said something!"

"WHAT?!? Just... what?"

"Well, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to step away and
masturbate. I would have given you some privacy," I lied smoothly.

"B-b-b-but..."

"Well, it's perfectly normal, son. So, before I got in the way, how often
did you masturbate?"

"W-w-what?"

"Well, the week before I got home," I said slowly and distinctly, "how
often did you masturbate?" I knew he'd not been to the ranch that week, so
either he had a fuck-buddy in town or had nothing but his hand for relief.

"Uh, once or twice, er, that week?"

I put on my serious face. "Well, son, that worries me. You're becoming a
man and should need more than that. Has your mom taken you to see the
doctor? Have you asked about it?"

"NO! Oh my G--osh! Daddy, no!" That log down his leg was definitely
shrinking as panic moved to the fore.

"No, you haven't asked? No, you haven't seen the doctor? or, No, something
else?"

"No, I jerk off several times a day, okay?"

"Well, that sounds great, son. How do you do it?"

"Wuh? How, uh, how do I what?"

"How do you masturbate, son. It's not a difficult question." JoJo stared at
me in complete dismay. I could not *possibly* be asking this... could I?

"Uh, er, well, I, you know, just...."

"No, son, I don't 'know, just'. There are lots of ways to reach orgasm. I
need to know how much you've tried before I can help." I could see that
last word bang around inside his head like the clapper of a bell: HELP? I
was gonna... help?!?

"I... OH, GOD-- I mean GOSH. I can't just, you know, say it!"

"That's fine son. Don't worry or stress. Would it be easier to just show
me?" I kept a barn-full of innocent parental concern in my voice and
face. Any trace of erection was now well and truly quashed as he squirmed,
desperate for any way out of this waking nightmare.

"NO! No... just NO! I normally {gulp} just wrap my hand around and stroke?"

"Well, that's one good way. There are a lot of others. Have you ever tried
humping your pillow?"

JoJo's jaw was not so far down I was surprised he could still speak. "Uh,
yeah?"

"Good. And diddling the head?"

"Uh, um?"

"Well, we can get back to that. So, other than your cock, what else do you
touch or stroke or pinch to turn yourself on and get yourself off, son?"

"...?"

"Well, you know, there are a lot of parts of your body that work to
increase your pleasure or get you in the mood. You need to know your own so
you can understand your wife's. A lot of men love having their nipple
played with, son. Some love to have their balls played with. Oh, lots of
things. I know it can be embarrassing, but you really should explore more
than just your dick, Sammy." JoJo was no longer verbal, and perhaps not
really completely conscious. I could see some white at the bottom of his
eyes. That's okay, I had a doozy lined up next.

"Now, like I said, masturbation is good and healthy, but you have to be
careful. You can get really raw if you don't use something slick. What do
you use for lube, son? -- You do know what I mean by 'lube', right, Sammy?"

Sammy's eyes popped straight to mine. He shook his head a little to try and
clear it. "Huberd's. It's the only thing we could fiiii--" The word that I
assumed would have been 'find' ended in a sort of strangled gulp, sort of
like a frog croaking backwards. It wasn't where I was expecting to go this
soon, but it was too sweet to miss!

"We? That's GREAT, Sammy. You have a buddy you play with? Always great to
have a 'helping hand', son! But we're a ways from the nearest other family
with someone your age. Is it a school buddy?"

"NO! I-I-I-I, um, I just meant all we *had on the ranch*!"

"Now don't get all shy, son! Nothing to be ashamed of. Is it one of the
buddies I used to know before, well, before the war, son?"

"NO!"

"Oh. Well, is it--"

"NO! Nobody! Daddy, can we please do this another time, please?"

"Well, we've only been talking for about 45 minutes, son, and we'll
probably talk a lot more today. We have a lot to cover! You sure you need a
break so early in... OH! I'm so sorry! All this sexy talk probably has you
all boned up!" I could tell without even looking that nothing could be
further from the truth. "Do you need to step behind the barn and masturbate
before we go on, Sammy?"

The creaking noise made me turn to look at the barn door until I realised
it had come from my son. I put on a look of parental forbearance with a
side of fatherly pride. "Well, you just mosey on behind the barn and take
care of that, Sammy. I'll go check on your mom, and we can start
again. Maybe ten minutes? That should be plenty of time for a man your age,
son!" I stood and walked toward the Big House, near to bursting with
laughter.

I saw a shadow move away from the corner of the barn just before I heard
Gunny's low, amused and delighted voice, "Sergeant, help me remember to
never get you riled at me. You, sir, are an inspiration! A monstrous,
wondrous, evil inspiration."

<eof>

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say, people seem to get really, really confused about that when they write
me. That said, any other advice, criticism or comments would be extremely
welcome. It's the only way I can improve my writing:
orson.cadell@gmail.com.

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