Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2017 12:13:28 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Off the Magic Carpet 7

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*****

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."

*****

Off the Magic Carpet 7: Hard Lessons

By Bear Pup

M/M; sexuality; touch; permission

I did go check on Beth, just to give her a gentle kiss and hold her hand
for a minute. I was rewarded with a gentle smile before I went back to the
old barn.

As expected, I'd given it just long enough to be a true and complete
nightmare dad. I rounded the rear corner of the barn just as JoJo's
breathing started to shorten and said, "OH! I'm so sorry! I can go back in
son and wait until you finish masturbating."

JoJo leapt like he'd been stung and frantically stuffed his almost-there
erection back in, stuttering in awkward self-consciousness. He sputtered
away trying to deny that I'd seen anything and tried to flee, but I
'gently' guided him back to the barn.

I resumed to JoJo's increasing consternation, now going into much greater
detail on something I knew would end any hint of an erection, the birthing
process and how it differed from what he knew from being a ranch kid. I
waxed poetic and without any irony at all on the ultimate joy that it was
to hold your firstborn. The transcendent beauty of what, in physical form,
is a wrinkled, messy, ugly little thing, but one that held an infinite
range of wondrous futures. The bell beside the kitchen door range once,
announcing dinner would be ready soon.

JoJo was actually smiling shyly as we stood. "Is that really what you felt
when you, um, held me for the first time?"

"Yes, J--Sammy, that is exactly right. Looking back, you were the
butt-ugliest little thing, a little slime-monster." I reached out and
tousled his hair, "but you were MY slime monster and everything you might
ever become was sitting there, bawling in my own two hands. Oh my God, son,
I never felt such fear."

"Fear?"

"I held a life in my hands, JoJo, your life. A life that I would have to
protect and shape and help and love. I was, well, let's see... about a year
or so older than you are now, and I was responsible not only for my
beautiful wife, your mom, but for this helpless and wondrous little
boy. Nothing in war, nothing in life, could be that scary, JoJo."

He was in a contemplative mood as we sat to table, said grace and dove into
another wonderful dinner. Today was steak and bacon pie. I never knew how
it got that name, there was no pie involved. It was a stew of bacon and
steak scraps (mainly the trimmings off the sirloin) with onions, carrots,
field beans in an incredibly-thick gravy/sauce, all served over riced
potatoes. It was filling and, thanks to the mastery of Stu, amazingly rich
and savoury. He'd made hard-rolls (something halfway between a scone and a
yeast-roll), dripping with melted butter. We all praised him copiously, and
he just nodded and ate. Stu had been an enigma when I was still a boy, and
if anything had become more of a sphinx with the years.

I foiled an escape attempt and got JoJo back to the old barn. I pulled the
bench off to the side, out of the direct view through the open doors and
resumed our talk. The afternoon objective was the opposite of the morning.

"So, we covered the basics, and the rest of this will likely be very
uncomfortable for you." JoJo took a minute to process that what we'd
already covered was NOT the part that I considered 'uncomfortable'. You
could see the wheels churning as his Adam's Apple looked like a bouncing
ball.

"We left off talking about birth and holding your child. But you have to
MAKE that child first. Yes, we covered the simple mechanics, but making
love is about so much more than the simple act itself. To do that, you have
to have a wife, or at least a partner." JoJo was now nodding thoughtfully.

"Meeting the right girl is very hard. I was incredibly luck with Beth, your
mother. We went to the same church and had known each other a few years, so
when I started courting her -- wow, I just realised I was younger than you
are now when I started courting your mother."

I fell silent for a minute, all thought of the game lost in the romance of
my youth. Beth had been a rare gem, not a classic beauty, but I had
honestly never loved another, then or now, not like that. The horrified
blushes of my own inexperience. Falling back on the tutelage my father had
given me. I made a mental note to reconvene after the end of this game to
give JoJo those final lessons that my Father gave me.

"I want to take a lot longer, son, to talk about courtship and knowing the
difference between love and lust. For right now, though, I want to skip
ahead to after. I want to talk about how to please your partner."

Well, that certainly got JoJo's attention. He eyes were avidly watching me
now, wondering where I would go with this.

"Now, you've already got a buddy to try things with which makes this easier
since you can practice." And we're back to horrified. "With a few obvious
exceptions, just about everything that you use to please your wife also
works with pleasing a buddy, and you don't have to be as careful since
buddies can't get pregnant." And we're back to confusion.

"B-b-b-but isn't it, I don't know, wrong and horrible? Aren't you m-mad
that I, I mean, that I *might* have, cuz I *haven't*, but if I had, you,
uh, wouldn't be...?"

"Well, J--Sammy, to be honest, a lot of people would get incredibly upset
if they heard me say this, but I don't think it is anyone's business who
you love or who you f--play around with. There aren't a whole lot of guys
who don't 'practice' with a buddy long before getting up the courage to
approach a girl. And if it goes further than kissing and touching, the only
thing that matter is that no one is forced to do something he or she
doesn't want to. That's rape, whether it's a man or a woman, and there are
few crimes as horrible or unforgiveable."

He just boggled at me.

"So, we'll *pretend* you have a buddy you can practice with and go from
there since you *obviously* don't," I smirked and relished his confused
blush as he went back over all the times he'd slipped and let that
particular secret out. "We'll start with the basics, which is touch. Humans
crave the touch of another person, whether a friendly pat on the back or a
sexy caress, having virtually any part of your skin touched brings
pleasure. Anything from tousling your hair," which I did and got a
giggle-groan as he pulled away, "to stroking your lover's face.

"Now, obviously, some touches are more pleasing than others, and some are
more sexual. When we were talking early about the way you masturbate, I
mentioned touching more than your dick. This is important, son, since how
you touch changes with what you're touching. With yourself, you know what
feels good or bad because it's your own body. With a lover, you have to be
far more careful. Take your nipples as an example. How do you like them
touched, Sammy?"

"I-I, uh, what?"

"Come on, Sammy, if you keep pretending that you've never even thought
about sex, this is going to be a much more embarrassing
conversation. Nipples. Do you touch them gently? Pinch them or twist them?
Pull hard, soft, neither?"

"I-I um, I, uh... You mean that it's, uh, er, normal?"

"Well, I don't know what 'normal' means, son, but I've never known a person
who didn't like to be touched, and very few, men or women, who don't like
their nipples played with." His jaw was nearly in his lap. "So, you might
be one of that small number that never liked it, or a slightly larger
number that never tried. Otherwise, how do you like your nipples touched?"

JoJo was blushing hard, but the pronounced swelling in his jeans told the
story. "Pulled a little. Oh GOD I can't believe that I'm saying this to
you!"

"Well, Sammy, the more you tell me the better I can prepare you for the
real thing, and the better that real thing will be! Even with a buddy,
trying to figure all the ins and outs (literal and otherwise) to sex is
impossible. Your grandfather talked to me about a lot, and I've learned on
my own as well, and you deserve that knowledge.

"So, Sammy, does your buddy touch your nipples when you play?" JoJo's eyes
popped wide and he started to stammer. His hardon had vanished during the
earlier discussion and the dinner, and when he walked with me here he never
went to adjust it. I saw a heavy bulge, but no trouser snake growing,
meaning that he was becoming painfully-erect with a dick trapped at a bad
angle.

Now this is where knowing how underwear works is a real (and evil)
advantage. He'd been sweating, and from what I'd seen, wore the tight
briefs common in the States. That meant that without manual intervention,
his dick would never, ever get into a comfortable position.

I reached out and grabbed his work-hardened but still youthful hands. "It's
uncomfortable to say things when I'm looking at you, son, and I
understand." Never losing my grip I stood and moved behind him, allowing my
body to press a little into him. He instinctively scrunched forward then
gasped as the tighty-whitey-nut-knot clamped down ever harder.

"So, Sammy, now you don't have to look at me. Does your buddy touch your
nipples when you jack each other off, son?"

"No, D-Daddy, I, he doesn't touch mine."

"Ah, so you touch his?" JoJo nodded but did not respond.

I wrapped my arms around my son and pulled him to me. "Sammy, it really is
okay. I am not going to judge you unless you've done something terrible,
and even then I'll be there for you, son. Let's get the terrible stuff out
of the way. I'm pretty sure you haven't killed anyone, right?"

JoJo barked a nervous laugh, "No, Daddy."

"Have you ever hurt a person or animal on purpose, for your own pleasure?"
He shook his head. "Have you ever taken advantage of someone too young to
understand and make a choice to do or not do something?" Another
shake. "Have you ever physically forced someone to do something they
refused or didn't want to?" He shook his head again. "Have you ever taken
pleasure without giving anything in return?" He cocked his head to one side
and thought, then shook his head again.

"Then we're done." His head whipped around to look at me.

"What?"

"Well, there are a few others: Blackmailing someone into sex or otherwise
using threats or power instead of physical force. But it always comes down
to the same question: Was the sex something that everyone involved
understood, wanted and enjoyed? If everything is fair and mutual, then I am
not going to judge. Then again, most people don't think that way. But with
me, son, you never have to lie or keep secrets. In fact, it's one of the
few things that will really, really get you punished, son. Don't ever lie
to me on anything important, and never, ever hide something from me."

"I wouldn't do that, Daddy."

"Yes, you would, Sammy -- and yes, you will. You're a young man and I will
eventually ask you something that you're ashamed of and you'll lie. And
you'll hide some dark little secret that no one will ever know. And I'll
find out. I always find out. It's what fathers do. And you'll get whopped
for it and wince every time you sit down for a week, or get punished some
other way. You lied to me a half-dozen times this morning, son." I felt him
stiffen. "I'm not stupid, Sammy, and I'm not blind.

"Now that we've covered all the heavy stuff, where were we? Right. So, you
play with your buddy's nipples. How does he like it?"

"A lot."

I laughed, "No, Sammy, I meant how does he like you to play with them."

"He likes it a little rough."

"You know you can do more than pull, right? Have you licked them? Nibbled
at all?"

I realised that I could still measure his blush; the back of his neck was
just as good and indicator as his face. "Well, let's skip that for a
bit. So let me do something that your grandfather did for me, right here in
this barn." I reached down and untucked his shirt and he jumped, but stayed
still as I pulled it over his head and off, undershirt and all. "Hold your
arms out, Sammy."

He put his arms straight out like calisthenics. "At you and your buddy's
age, you're going to focus on getting to orgasm as quickly as
possible. That's fine, son, it's called fucking or just sex. Making love is
a completely different thing. The focus is ramping up the pleasure." I ran
my hands lightly, almost touching, just enough to stroke the fine hairs
along his sides. I felt him shiver and gasp.

"You want to reach a point where both you and your partner need each other
completely, let the love and the sensations build." I let my fingers tease
up his tummy, skipping the nipples but playing back and forth across his
chest which, like my own, was sparsely carpeted with hair. JoJo began to
quake a little.

I pulled back behind him and began to massage his shoulders, something I'd
always had a weakness for. As it happens, this bred true. He practically
melted as the warm pressure relaxed muscles long-taut. I pulled a long,
firm stroke down each side of his spine to the belt, then back up using the
knuckles to roll along the same muscles. I let my hands tease and massage
his hair and scalp and he actually groaned. He was utterly lost in the
moment.

"You feel, that, Sammy? I haven't touched a single place that most people
would call sexy. I didn't talk sexy or whisper in your ear, but you're
feeling the pleasure and pressure build, aren't you?"

"Yesssss," he hissed. I knew that if I could see his face, his eyes would
have been slitted and glassy. I continued to tease and stroke, sometimes
light and sometimes strong, back and front and sides. I had made sure to
avoid any area (mainly lips and tits) that were common in sex play, letting
him get lost in the pure sensation.

I pitched my voice softer and lower, "When was the first time that you and
Ray fooled around." I brought my hands softly up his sides all the way to
the pits where I lingered, then went out the arms. JoJo sighed deeply.

"I was 13, I guess. Oh, feels so good. I caught him jacking off at the
South Pond. Oh, yesssss. He didn't see me until I was right there and I
asked if I could touch. He said no, then yes, then no. When he got back to
yes, I reached out and... OH MY GOD!" JoJo snapped upright like a spring,
suddenly realising that his inner monologue had become and outer one.

"Shh, son. Quiet down, Sammy. I already knew."

JoJo jumped off the bench and turned with a powerful grimace and groan of
pain. All that touching had turned his trapped dick into a bent iron rod in
its damp, cotton prison, tying his tenders in the worst possible
way. Jumping up suddenly had to have hurt. "Go ahead, son, adjust yourself
before you injure the very parts we've been talking about."

He was pained, confused and lust-drunk enough that he didn't even turn,
just plunged his hand deep and almost screamed with relief. His sizeable
cock was now ramrod-straight, pointing at his right hip. He sucked in a
long gasping breath, musk-sweaty hand below his nose. As everything settled
into place, he looked up and realised what he'd just done in from of his
own father. The rest of the conversation suddenly snapped back as well and
I actually thought he'd fall. I stood and pulled him to me, then to the
bench at my side, my arm around him.

"Sammy, I grew up on this ranch. I know every secret." I dropped the
register of my voice and added back in that Scots Burr and said, "And
anyway, little boy pup, who you think was in our barn the last night?"

JoJo's mouth worked like a dog chewing taffy but no actual sound came
out. I think he'd forgotten to inhale.

"I was already there when Ray came looking for you. I'm afraid I might have
put the fear of God in that boy. And I was there when you invented a little
brother that you were going to take... exploring?"

"Y-y-y-y {gulp} You KNEW?!? Wh-wh-why this, t-today, if you n-n-knew?"

"Oh, I more than knew, son. What do you think made that thump in the
hayloft the first night we were back? Or kicked the pitchfork over the
next? Why do you think I made sure there was no way in hell you got a
minute's privacy on our fence-line tour?"

JoJo just gaped at me. A variety of 'w' and 'u' and 'b' sounds burbled out,
but nothing close to actual words.

"I told you that secrets and lies get punished, Sammy. And you've done
nothing but keep secrets and try to outsmart your old man since we got back
to the ranch." More incoherent sputtering. "And the last few days have been
your punishment for it, a punishment that I doubt you'll forget in a
hurry. Remember, son, I don't have to use a belt to get your undivided
attention." I stood up and dragged his semi-conscious body with me.

"Now, here's what you're going to do right now. You run over to the new
barn and you saddle up Blaze. Grab the can of Huberd's and an extra horse
blanket. Ride over to the near edge of the north fence-line where Ray is
mending today. Put the horse-blanket over the saddle so's you don't ruin it
and you take him up on his offer in the barn. He's desperate by now and no
are you, and I think you've both learned a valuable lesson. Ride him and
Blaze hard son, all three of you deserve it. And don't you EVER try to hide
from or lie to me, Sammy, you hear me?"

JoJo just stared as comprehension dawned slowly. A deep, shuddering gasp
signalled his return to consciousness. I slapped his ass, hard, "Now GIT!"
I've seen hares move slower being chased by hawks. I had little doubt that
there would be two very sore, very happy, very horrified cowboys at
supper. I smiled and found Gunny waiting for me as I closed and latched the
barn. He just smiled, shook his head and chuckled. We sauntered back to the
house just as this blur of wheat-brown gelding nearly mowed us down, moving
fast enough you couldn't really tell if there was a rider of not.

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