We have two books in the works that deal with dads and sons. One dad loves his son more than anything and does everything he can to make his son’s life better. When he finds out his son’s gay, he wants to help make him as comfortable with his sexuality as possible.
The other dad… not so much. He’s unemployed–sorta wants to stay that way–and realizes he can sell his son’s ass for way more than he’d make at a shitty job.
You can probably tell which is which by the promos… and yeah, I have a habit of putting MASSIVE cocks on everyone. I figure, it’s my fuckin’ world, why not make it perfect!
Anyway, here are the first two chapters of What Daddy Taught Me–submitted for your approval (sorta 🙂 I’m doing the alternating POV thing–switching back and forth between Henry and his father.
Chapter One:
Henry
I scooted forward on the hard, plastic vinyl of the school bus. Any time James talked, I wanted to hear it.
Something about James made my stomach feel funny, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the older boy’s lips when he talked. And, if there happened to be eye contact, it almost made me need to throw up… but in a good way. Sort of. Shoot, I didn’t know. I just liked it.
“And then….” James paused as he got to the punch line, making sure everyone was giving him their undivided attention “They had to pump a gallon of cum out of his stomach.”
Most of the ninth graders burst out laughing, so I knew I should too. But, I guess my laugh was too loud or something, because James looked right at me.
“Henry, do you even know what cum is?” He raised an eyebrow, and the kids laughed even harder.
I sat up straight. “Of course I do.” I had no clue, but it must have been convincing enough, because everyone lost interest in me and went back to telling stories.
Since James’ story was over, I lost interest too. Leaning back and watching trees fly by the dirty bus window, I was embarrassed.
Did James know I was lying? What’s ‘come’? And why is it so funny?
I was eleven and in sixth grade—I should have at least heard of everything, even if I didn’t know what it was. But there was no definition of ‘come’ that I could think of that would make that story funny. But, if it meant I might be able to get James’ attention sometime in the future, I was going to find out.
Neil, my best friend and neighbor, had sat toward the front of the bus with another one of the science club kids on the ride home to talk about some assignment they had. We usually sat together on the bus, but since he was busy, I wanted to sit close to the back. I was afraid to show that I was paying attention to James. Neil hated him and said he was just a bully. I didn’t care.
As our stop came closer, Neil stood up and put his backpack on. That broke me out of my trance, and I got ready to get off too. I would just wait and ask him what ‘come’ was. He was a lot smarter than me.
When I walked down the aisle toward the front of the bus, one of the kids stuck his foot out. I tripped but caught myself on the back of one of the seats. So instead of face-planting, I just stumbled.
My face burned, but I fixed my eyes on the windshield and walked. One of the many rules of middle school is that nobody can see that they got to you. And letting someone see you cry was the end of the world.
Neil wouldn’t have cared, as long as it was just us. He was my friend. Of course, if I cried on the bus, he’d act like he’d never seen me before. And, I’d probably have done the same thing if he cried. It was just survival.
“How’d you do on that spelling test?” Neil asked as we trudged the half-block home from the bus stop.
I shrugged. “Gotta B. That i-before-e stuff is a lie.” I didn’t even have to ask what he got. It was just understood that he got an A on everything.
“I was wondering…” I spoke slowly, because I wasn’t even sure what I was asking. “Have you ever heard of ‘come’? Not the ‘get over here’ kind, but something you can swallow?”
He slowed down and put on his thinking face. Whenever he was searching his brain, his brown eyes looked off to the left.
I waited, watching his shaggy brown hair blow in the breeze. “I think it’s something dirty,” I volunteered, hoping that would help. “James told a joke with that in it.”
He made a face at the mention of James, but finally, he shrugged. “No. I don’t think so.”
My feet felt heavy as we picked up our pace again. He had to get home to start whatever homework he was going to do over the weekend. I put my homework off to Sunday night, but he liked to get out of the way.
“You could ask your Dad when he wakes up,” Neil suggested.
He was right. My dad had always said I could talk to him about anything, and I always had. Since Mom left, he’d gone out of his way to be father of the year. And, he felt guilty enough that he worked nights and left me home alone five nights a week that he made sure he was available for two hours before he went to work. We used that time for homework—on Sundays, of course, movies, or just eating.
“I’ve never asked him about anything… dirty before.” My shame came more from feeling like it was something I should already know more than not wanting to talk to him about it.
“Well, now you need to. Because I want to know too.”
Neil hated not knowing something even more than I did. And, his dad wasn’t the kind of guy to ask stuff like that.
A few years ago, he’d caught me and Neil comparing our dicks and had gone ballistic. He said me and Neil could never be friends again and they’d move to the other side of the world if they had to.
Dad had talked him down, but it’d taken weeks before we could play together again.
When we got to my driveway, I took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll find out and text you.”
Neil chuckled. “Oh, no. You know my parents always check my phone. I’ll just find out when I see you tomorrow.”
“Of course. Dad—swimming.” I’d been so busy thinking about that joke that I’d almost forgotten.
We waved goodbye and I dug my house key out of my pocket. My dad had a parental block on my phone’s internet and the living room computer, but at least he didn’t snoop through my phone. Not that there’d be anything to find anyway.
The house was silent as usual that time of day. Dad didn’t have to get up for his night shift until six, so I stripped down to my underwear and fixed a sandwich.
The huge dictionary on the bookshelf in the living room didn’t help at all. I looked up ‘come,’ and there weren’t any real surprises, except for the number of definitions. Wow. But, not one of them looked like something that would end up in someone’s stomach.
I wanted to take my mind off it, so I actually sat down to do homework… on a Friday. But, I couldn’t keep my mind on it.
The scene from the bus kept playing through my head. I knew a lot of stuff. How was it that so many of the other kids knew about something I didn’t?
I was eventually able to find my way back into my notebook. For a little while, math problems kept my mind off my ignorance. Neil had been tutoring me, and I was killing it in Math. I was actually excited for Dad to see the report-card that was supposed to show up in a couple of days.
Finally, Dad’s alarm rang.
I jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Dad said my most important job was to have a cup of coffee ready when he got out of the shower. I’d tasted coffee and thought it was gross, but it put him in a good mood, so there had to be something to it.
The water in the shower turned on and I stared at the dark liquid slowly filling the pot. Just as the last drips fell from the filter, Dad’s shower was over. I had it timed perfectly.
Carrying his favorite, heavy mug down the hall, I enjoyed the warm, wet air as I got closer to the bathroom. I loved our nightly ritual.
“Good morning, Henry,” Dad said through the flurry of a thick, cotton towel flopping around his face while he dried his hair.
“Good night, Dad.”
I set his coffee on the counter by the sink and perched on the side of the tub.
It was my favorite time of day. When Mom had been around, we were always careful to shower and pee with the bathroom door closed, and to always wear clothes around the house. But, once she left, Dad said it was just us men and we didn’t have to worry about stuff like that. We did close the door to poo, but that was it.
And, Dad closed his bedroom door when he had to sleep during the day, so I wouldn’t wake him up with too much noise. But, at night, we both slept with our doors open. For a while after Mom left, I had pretty bad nightmares, and he wanted to be able to hear me if I needed him. I hadn’t had one in a while, but we still did it anyway.
I compared my body to his every day. He was hairy and had a lot of muscles because of the hard work he did at the plant. And the dark, curly hair his dick hung out of sent me on a daily search for any new body hair that might be sprouting around my dick or armpits. I had a few.
It’s not that I really wanted to be hairy, but I thought that maybe when all my hair was in, I’d have a dick like his too.
He hung his towel on the rack behind him and picked up his coffee. “Mmmmm, thanks for this, Henry.” He took a sip and closed his eyes. It was the same face he made every night.
“How was school?”
“Fine,” I answered quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, because he set his cup down and looked at me.
“What’s up?”
I sat quietly for a minute, and he opened the medicine cabinet and took out his shaving stuff.
When he was all set up, I still hadn’t answered. “You know you have to, kid. It’s the rule. If something’s bothering you, we talk it out—and if something’s bothering me, we talk it out too.”
I looked at the floor. “I know… but…”
“No buts,” he said.
He ran water in the sink, waiting for it to get warm.
I looked at his dark, thick dick hanging between his legs and his hairy butt. It always gave me a little bit of the feeling I got around James, but without the embarrassment, so it didn’t seem as dangerous.
“It… I think it’s dirty…” I said quietly.
Dad looked in the mirror and nodded. “I knew this day would come. Maybe it’s time we have the talk.”
“The talk?” That’s all I needed—to be confused about something else.
Dad sighed and lathered shaving cream on his face. “Tell you what… you tell me what’s up and we’ll go from there.”
I wanted to chicken out, but I’d already told Neil I’d find out. He thought my dad was the coolest dad ever, and if I told him I chickened out… well, I just couldn’t. I had to ask.
I took a deep breath. “What’s come?”
Dad rinsed his razor and ran it across his face a couple of times. I could tell he was thinking, and it made my stomach hurt.
Had I done something wrong?
“Where’d you hear about that?” he asked while he ran his razor under the tap.
“Just some kids.” No way was I going to name anyone. Getting Jason in trouble would be the end of the world.
“Older kids?” He kept his eyes on me through the mirror’s reflection.
I nodded.
“I see.” He sighed. “I tell you what, let me finish shaving and we’ll sit down and talk about it.”
“I…” His tone was serious, and I was scared. “Did I do something wrong?”
He smiled and scraped the last of the foam from his face. “No, kiddo, not at all. This is just grownup stuff. So, I guess that means you’re growing up, that’s all.” He frowned. “You won’t be my little boy much longer. Go get comfortable in the living room. I’ll be right there.”
Not his little boy? I was always going to be his son… I thought, anyway. Wasn’t that how it worked? Wouldn’t my dad be my dad, even when I got old… like, even twenty or something?
“Yes, sir.” I didn’t want to ask any more questions right then. So, instead, I stood up, walked across the bathroom, and hugged him.
He was still facing the mirror, and was about a foot taller than me, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged his naked butt against my stomach. Not the best position for a hug, but I figured I needed as many browny points as I could get right then.
I wanted to keep my hands on his hairy stomach because I loved the feel of it—sometimes I even snuck into his room while he was sleeping so I could touch it. But, I had to go get ready for ‘the talk.’ Whatever that was.
It took Dad longer to get dressed than usual. I sat there, and he took forever. But, he finally strolled into the living room wearing his usual around-the-house outfit—a pair of white briefs—and plopped down on the sofa next to me.
“So, it’s time for you to learn about sex is it?“ Dad asked.
His face had the same look it did when he told me Grandmother died. So I knew this must be big.
“I… I guess so.“ I was more confused than ever.
He patted my leg. “OK, so the come part is easy. But you probably shouldn’t call it that… not around grownups anyway.” He paused for a second. “Have they talked about sperm in school yet.“
I shook my head. I heard the word before but I didn’t know what it was.
He looked surprised. “OK, so we’re starting at the very beginning. Do you know how when you play with yourself and at the end stuff shoots out?”
I leaned forward. “Out of what?” I’d played hundreds of hours of video games and nothing had ever shot… except when I was shooting at something in the game.
“Your…” He sighed again. “Look, Henry, my parents never talked to me about this stuff, so I don’t really have an example to draw on. But, I swore to myself that when I had a kid, I was going to make sure they didn’t end up with the same hangups I did. I want you to have a very comfortable view of your body and sex.”
I shrugged. I still didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Damn it…” He shifted around on the sofa to face me better. “Your dick—” His face looked like it had killed him to spit that out.
It almost gave me a heart attack too.
“When you masturbate—“ he stopped again when he saw didn’t understand. “Damn, I’m regretting putting parental controls on everything,” he muttered. “I know you get erections.” He pointed to my crotch. “Hell, you walk around the house with a boner all the time.”
I was scared and covered my crotch with my hands. He’d never said anything, so I thought he hadn’t noticed.
He reached over and pulled my hands away. “No, no, no. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. All healthy men get erections. Hell, I’m sure you’ve seen me with a few, I just try to take care of them pretty quickly. And, I have to tell you, since your mom left, I have to take care of them a lot more often.”
“Take care of them?” I knew they felt good, but I’d never heard of taking care of them. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I loved having boners.
“You’ve never ejaculated?… You know… had white stuff shoot out the end? When you get the most awesome feeling ever?”
“Pee?”
“Oh, no, kid. It’s so much more than that.”
It would have to be, I thought. I’d peed a lot, and it was a relief, but not the best feeling ever. And, I’d seen other people pee, and seeing their dicks made me feel good, but I didn’t think that was what he was talking about.
“Can you show me?” If there was something I didn’t know about that was the best thing ever, I wanted in.
His eyes widened. “It’s more of a private…” He looked at the coffee table, deep in thought. “No, I said I was going to make sure you weren’t ashamed of your body, and I almost fucked up already.”
He thought for a few more seconds and sighed. “Well, I think most guys find this lifelong hobby on their own… or have a buddy show them. But since we’re talking about it, I guess there’s no better way to do this than to just show you.” He waved his hand. “Take off your underwear.”
“I… uh…” We’d been naked around each other before, so it shouldn’t have seemed like that big of a deal. But, those stomach butterflies were threatening to bust out of my guts.
I stood up and let my underwear drop to the floor. “What now?”
Dad shrugged. “Sit back down, and get yourself hard.”
That was easy enough. Just touching my dick made it get hard in no time.
“Good,” Dad said, studying my dick. “You’re coming along nicely. It won’t be long now before you’re as big as me.”
I chuckled. “I hope so.”
He grinned and made a pumping motion with his hand. “Now, grip it and do this.”
I’d seen high schoolers make that motion before and hadn’t paid much attention to it. There were so many things about being a grownup I needed to learn. Just that morning I’d thought I had the world figured out.
I was a little embarrassed by how small my dick was compared to his, but I still grabbed my little dick as hard as I could and pumped it.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Dad said, grabbing my wrist. “Don’t hurt yourself. This is supposed to feel good. Go easy.”
He slowly moved my hand up and down. “Loosen you grip a little, Henry.”
He grinned and kept guiding my hand over my dick.
“That’s it. Feels good, right?”
“Yeah, but…” I’d done something like that a thousand times and no white stuff had ever shot out.
I glanced at his lap. “Yours is getting big. Can you show me how you do it?”
He let go of my hand, and his face flushed red. “I… yeah, I guess I am.”
“Then can I watch you do it?” It just made sense to me.
“Oh, Henry… that’s…” He looked between the rod in his tight underwear and me a few times..
“Please?” If it was the greatest feeling in the world, I wanted to get to it.
He sighed. “Well, I guess it can’t hurt this one time.” He stood, waited a second, and then let his underwear fall to the floor.
Dad’s huge dick swung out straight in front of him.
That funny feeling came back into my chest and I caught my breath.
Dad chuckled. “Don’t worry, kid.” He slapped his dick and made it sway. “Yours’ll get this big too.”
I sure hoped so.
I knew it was rude to stare, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t move as Dad sat back down next to me. I’d sat in his lap a million-billion times, and I wanted to do it again.
He leaned back and gently wrapped his hand around his dick. “So, what you want to do is be nice to it. That thing…” He nodded to my dick that my fist still had in a strangle-hold. “That’s going to be your best friend for the rest of your life. Now hand me the bottle of lotion. It should be right under the front of the sofa.”
I must have looked confused—again, because he chuckled.
“I jerk it in here while you’re at school sometimes.”
Shrugging, I slid off the sofa onto the floor. I started on my end of the couch, running my hand just under the edge. On my side, I felt nothing but carpet.
Dad lifted his right leg. “It may be on this end.”
I crawled under his leg and finally my fingers touched a plastic bottle. It was a greasy, half-full bottle of lotion. When I raised up to hand it to him, my face was only a few inches from his huge balls.
He laughed and flicked open the cap, lowering his leg.
“Now, don’t use too much, because I’m not made of money. But, make sure it’s slick.”
The bottle made a farting noise as he laid out a white line of lotion along his dick.
I couldn’t look away.
I sat between his spread legs, watching every move he made. That excited, sick feeling was so bad it almost made me dizzy, and my little dick was so hard it hurt.
Dad twisted his hand around his rod, spreading the lotion. “Sometimes, you’re going to want to make this last a while,” he said. “But, I have to leave for work pretty soon, so this’ll have to be quick.”
His greased his cock and slid his hand down to his hairy balls and rubbed the lotion over them too.
“You’ll figure out what’s best for you, but when I want to do it quick, I pull on my balls.”
“Really?” I could barely breath. Whenever anything happened to my balls it hurt like crazy. “I don’t think I could do that.”
He smiled down at me. “It doesn’t hurt.” His hand had worked its way back up and was slowly gliding over his shaft. His other hand wrapped around the top of his nut sack and gently pulled until it was all stretched out. Then he let go.
“Can I do it?” I asked.
Dad smiled. “Of course. When you pull, just be firm, but don’t yank.” He closed his eyes and rubbed the head of his dick.
I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the top of Dad’s slick balls and gently pulled. The hairs were soft and—
“Whoa!” Dad’s eyes flew open and he pushed himself back away from me.
I let go of his nuts and scrambled back. My heart raced and my eyes burned.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! You said I could… so I just… I’m sorry!”
I reached over and picked up my underwear, ready to run to my room.
As I struggled to get up, Dad said, “No, Henry. No, it’s fine. It just surprised me, that’s all.”
I could barely see his smile as I tried to blink away tears. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He patted the sofa cushion next to him. “Come. Sit.”
I sniffed and lifted my leg to slip my underwear back on.
“Don’t do that. Put them back down and come here.” His voice was a little more forceful that time. It sounded like it did the time he was trying to talk my uncle’s new dog into coming out from under the house.
I dropped my underwear. And when I sat next to Daddy, I was really careful not to touch him and I looked straight forward.
We were quiet for almost a minute. My dick was still standing up, and being naked and just an inch or two from Dad’s big, naked, hairy leg made me even harder. I was too scared to look over and see if Daddy’s was still big.
Finally, he said, “So, are you okay?”
Since my eyes had dried up and my heart wasn’t trying to run away anymore, I said, “Yes, sir.”
His huge arm slid around my shoulder and pulled me against him. “I thought you were asking if you could touch your own balls like that. You just surprised me, that’s all.”
“Yes, sir.” I was still too scared to look at him.
A few more seconds passed and I stared at the wall across the room.
“Oh, fuck,” Dad said. “Give me your hand.” He grabbed my wrist and lifted my hand.
I was scared all over again.
“Here.”
The velvety sack under my fingers made my dick jump again. I tried to pull my hand back, but Dad kept it there.
“It’s okay, Henry. I don’t mind. You just surprised me.”
I turned and looked up at his face.
He smiled and nodded, so I ran my fingers across the hairs again.
He chuckled. “That tickles.”
But, when I wrapped my hands around his sack, he sighed and leaned back.
“Oh, that feels good. It’s been a while since anyone’s done that.”
Suddenly, making him happy was my main goal. His sigh made my dick bounce.
He slowly stroked his dick while I rolled his balls around. They seemed so big that I had to feel my own with my other hand to compare.
“Do you want me to help?’
I’d been concentrating so hard that his voice made me jump again.
He just smiled and switched hands on his dick. Then he slid the slick one he’d been playing with himself with over into my lap. When he flicked my balls, I grunted.
It didn’t hurt. It was just that nobody had touched me there before. And after a few seconds, I never wanted him to stop.
He rolled my balls around like I’d done his.
“No hair yet,” he said. “But, don’t worry. It’ll come soon.”
He wrapped his fingers around the top of my sack and pulled… just a little.
I groaned as I watched his hand slowly move up and down his dick. My hand was so close to it… and I just wanted to touch it. The veins running along the top made it look like a big muscle—like the weight lifters on tv.
I moved my fingers up, rubbing the hair that grew a little way up the shaft.
Dad looked at the clock. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I want to see if you’re old enough to do this yet.”
He scooted down until his butt was just on the edge of the couch and he was leaning way back. “Come sit right here,” he said, patting his legs. “It’ll be easier for me.”
I let go of his balls and climbed over to straddle his legs. My feet barely touched the floor, and the hair on his legs tickled the inside of mine.
“Get comfortable. This won’t take but a minute.” He glanced around, then patted his naked hips. “Put your feet right here.”
I raised my legs up, but was afraid I was going to hurt him when all my weight pushed down on his legs. It hadn’t been that long since I’d sat in his lap, and I was growing fast and had gotten a lot bigger.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Scoot up farther, lean back, and hold yourself up with your hands on my knees.”
I scooted down until my balls touched his dick. And when I leaned back, my dick stuck straight up into the air.
“That’s good.” He squirted more lotion in his hand and then wrapped it around my dick.
His huge hand moved from the top of my dick down to my balls.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer. All I could do was grunt.
“Good. Now hold on. I’m not even sure you can do this yet, but we’re gonna try like hell.”
As good as it felt, I was scared. What was ‘it’?
He moved faster and faster. My balls bounced against his big dick for the first few times, but then they pulled up and didn’t move at all.
“Good sign,” Dad mumbled as he concentrated, his hand flying.
All of a sudden, the feeling changed. “Daddy! Stop!”
He chuckled and kept going.
“I’m gonna pee, Daddy. I think I’m gonna pee. Stop!”
He looked up at my face and grinned. “Relax. It’s not pee.”
I was bouncing around so much that I couldn’t concentrate, but one thing I did know—I’d peed a lot, and I knew what was happening.
Then, everything went white, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I’d never felt anything like it.
“Daddy, no! No. I can’t—“ something shot out of my dick and landed on Daddy’s stomach, but I didn’t have time to think about it, because it happened again a second later. The third one just kind of oozed out.
I finally stopped shaking, and could barely move. I just wanted to slump down and stay on Daddy’s legs for a while.
But, then I remembered what I’d done to his stomach.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He patted my stomach. “What are you sorry for, Henry? That’s what I was trying to get you to do.” He ran his finger through the stuff on his skin, then lifted it up for me to see. It was shiny and wet.
“This, my son, is cum.” With his other hand, he poked my balls. “It’s made here, and it’s a lot of fun to get out of there. And, from the way you shot, I’d say it was past time for you to release it. You must have been walking around hard all the time.”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, I still do too, so don’t worry about it.”
I looked down between my legs. His huge dick lay across his stomach and almost looked like it was coming out of my body.
I felt brave and reached down to wrapped my hand around it. “Do you do that too?”
“Of course. All guys do.”
My fingers wouldn’t go all the way around it, and I really liked the heat coming off of it. It pulsed a little in my hand.
“Do… do you want me to do that for you?”
He thought for a second. “I don’t have time right now.”
He must have seen how hurt I was, because he patted my leg and said,”Tell you what. You can watch me do it myself right now, and then when I get home tomorrow, you can do it for a little while before I go to sleep. Is that okay?”
I nodded, unsure if he meant it.
“I swear, kid. I’ve never lied to you, and I’m not going to start now.”
I grinned and nodded.
He reached down and took his big dick in his hand. “Might want to back up a little,” he warned. “I don’t want to hit your balls.”
I scooted back a few inches and watched, fascinated, as my Dad beat his dick.
It didn’t take long for him to start panting and jerking. Gobs of his cum shot all over his stomach and chest, and I was so proud that mine and his were both there, mixing together.
Chapter Two:
Dad
Henry’d definitely grown. Stretched out, he almost took up the whole sofa.
The laptop I’d left out for him was sitting on the coffee table, so I carefully moved his legs back to make space and sat down to see what he’d been up to. And, since I obviously needed to put tissues on the grocery list again, it was a good bet he hadn’t stuck to webmd or the Mayo Clinic website.
The computer chimed to life when I opened the lid, and Henry stirred.
“Morning, Dad.” His voice was heavy with sleep.
“What’s up, kid? I see you had a busy night.”
He glanced at the floor and blushed. Red colored him from his face down to his belly. “Sorry about that. I thought I’d have it picked up before you got home.”
I chuckled. “No problem. Just clean it up. But, first…” I swatted his hard dick. “You may want to go pee and get rid of this morning wood.”
He grunted, pulled his legs up, and then swung them to the floor. “Good idea.”
I watched him pad down to the hall. Definitely growing up.
I opened the browser history, just to get an idea of what he’d seen, so I could get a head start on coming up with answers to what his questions might be.
He’d started off on medical websites and quickly switched to porn. Hell, with my browsing history, there was a chance that all the directed ads had been for sites where he could watch pussy being pounded. I’d been single for a while.
Then, the videos had switched to dudes. I scrolled. He’d watched two videos with women and over eighty with nothing but cocks.
I struggled with that. I didn’t care if my boy was gay… in theory. I knew gay people. Hell, I’d fucked one for four years in college. So, it wasn’t that I really cared about that part.
It’s just that some of the gay men I knew had gone through really hard times, both at home and out in the world, when they’d come out.
The day before, I’d just chalked the experience up to him being curious about the difference between him and his old man. But, the computer showed it was something more.
I took a deep breath. Fine. If he was going to be gay, it was fine. And I couldn’t control what the world was going to do to him, but I was going to make damned sure he was going to be comfortable with it at home.
He came back out of the bathroom, stretching and yawning. His morning erection was drooped and bobbed in front of him as he walked. Yep, definitely growing up.
I closed the laptop. It was better if he brought it up.
“So, kiddo,” I said as he gathered his tissues. “Any questions?”
He tossed a few of the crusty tissues into the small trash can next to the sofa and plopped down next to me. “I do, Daddy.” He reached and re-opened the laptop.
I leaned back, bracing myself for what I knew was coming.
“I know you said to look at the medical sites… and I did,” he assured me. “But, then this other stuff started coming up. Movies and stuff.”
He clicked on something he’d bookmarked. The screen filled with the image of a man and a woman fucking. He looked at me expectantly…
There was nothing for me to say. I nodded, urging him to go ahead and ask his question.
“First, I saw this kind of stuff. It looked weird, but I got the idea about babies and stuff. But, then…” He clicked another link.
Over the sounds of five guys gangbanging a woman, he said, “But, then this seemed a lot more exciting to me.”
“To me too,” I admitted. My face burned, but I’d promised myself that I’d keep everything honest and above board. Maybe he wasn’t gay… maybe he was just a perv. He definitely would’ve come by it naturally. “This is a lot more unusual… not unnatural. I don’t mean that. It’s just, situations like that don’t come around all that often.”
He nodded like he understood. Then came the click I’d been dreading.
A guy was chowing down on a cock. It wasn’t quite as big as mine, but it was damned respectable. And the dude doing the sucking was fucking talented. I adjusted my crotch, hoping the sudden ballooning of my cock wouldn’t show too much.
“Okay…” I’m pretty sure I held my breath while I waited for him to ask.
“Have you ever done that, Daddy?”
My blood froze. I was ready to tell him it was perfectly fine for him to appreciate both men and women, or even one or the other and do everything I could to evade the question. But, the open trust in his face, and my promise to not lie to him stopped me.
“Yes, son. I have.”
His eyes widened, and his breath sounded almost like panting. “Really?”
I smiled. “I wouldn’t say something if it wasn’t true, kiddo. You know that. And one day when you want to try that with someone, just make sure it’s someone you trust.”
I glanced down and his dick was inflating again. Considering the number of tissues on the floor, I was starting to think I’d spawned some sort of mutant sex-monster.
“What’s it like to have a… thing in your mouth?”
“It’s…” How the hell could I describe that to a kid who’s just beat off for the first time? “It’s warm… and firm. And it’s really nice to make someone else feel good.”
He thought for a second, nodded, and turned back to the computer.
I was in the clear. And I was tired as fuck. I’d worked all night and really needed to get some sleep before I took him and Neil swimming. “Well, kid…” I reached out and rubbed the top of his head. “I have to get a little–”
“What about this?” He turned to look at me again.
I glanced at the computer screen. Mother fucker. A hairless, over-muscled guy was nailing this other dude’s ass like it was the last fuck he was ever going to get. It was hot as hell, and I had trouble looking away. But the erection in my jeans warned me that I needed to. I had to add beating off to my very short list of things to do before I went to sleep.
“I… yes. I’ve done that to women… and a guy.”
“Wow,” he whispered. His little cock throbbed and a bit of precum glistened on the tip. He took a deep breath like he was about to ask something else, but stopped himself.
“That’s something else you do when you find someone you really like and you trust.” That was some vague, wise shit to say, right?
“Can I–” He tore his eyes away from the screen. His face was as red as his bouncing cock. He glanced at the bulge in my crotch. “Can I put it in my mouth?”
Son of a bitch. Beating the kid off was one thing, but letting him blow me? Holy shit. “I don’t think that’s a good idea—”
“But, you said to find somebody I trust…” He looked at me out from under his eyelashes.
“Oh, man… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He looked down and his shoulders slumped. “Has anyone done that to you before?”
Please, somebody, tell me this is a joke. “Yes.”
He looked back up, just a little. “Another guy?”
Honesty, honesty… I’d sworn to be honest. “Yes…”
“And, did it feel good?”
I sighed. “Of course.”
His shoulders jerked like he was about to cry. “Then, why can’t I?”
“Oh, Henry… It wouldn’t be… Oh, fuck… okay.”
His head flew up and a huge grin beamed across his face and he reached down and grabbed his own dick.
“But!” I held a finger up. “Just a little, so you can see what it’s like. And, you can’t tell another soul outside of this house. Do you hear me?”
His eyes got wide. “Of course, Daddy!”
“I mean it,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. “I could get into a lot of trouble.”
He sighed. “I said ‘yes,’ Daddy.” Then his hand reached out and grabbed the bulge in my jeans. “Now, do you want me to take it out?”
Great, I thought, I have a cock-hungry eleven-year-old in the house. What can possibly go wrong?
“It’s… uh… sort of wedged in there. I should probably do it.”
My mind raced as I stood up, trying to come up with any way out of it without hurting his feelings. But the expectant look on his face let me know I was fucked.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down at the same time. My dick sprang free, and I was surprised at how hard it still was.
Henry’s wide eyes stared hungrily at my joint and bounced every time my heart beat.
Getting a boner over porn was one thing, but having the idea of my kid swinging off my dick making me hard worried me. If just any attention at all did that to me, I was definitely in need of servicing. I needed to start dating again.
I sat back down on the sofa next to him and he his eyes didn’t leave my cock for a second.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Come on, son. I need to get some sleep, or we can’t go swimming later.”
He leaned forward, in awe. One of his hands was still wrapped around his own dick, and he reached out and pulled my hard dick off my stomach with the other. “I think it’s bigger than those guys in the movie.”
“Probably,” I said. His warm hand felt so good. “Don’t worry. It looks like you’re taking after your old man. You’ll end up with a big honker like this too.”
He rubbed his cock and mine at same time like he was comparing. “I hope so.”
By that time, he was close enough I could feel his breath on the head of my dick. And I was excited enough that clear pre-cum glistened on my slit.
“Go ahead,” I said, “lick it off.”
He didn’t hesitate. He ran his tongue slowly around the tip of my cock, squeezing the base like he was trying to get more out.
I laughed. “It’s not a tube of toothpaste, Henry.”
He looked up and grinned. “I like the taste though.”
And, god help me, I liked looking down at his angelic face looking up from next to my throbbing cock, his lips shiny with my precum. My heart pounded. “Then, you can’t just squeeze it out…” Fuck, if there was a hell, I was getting a first class ticket. “You have to suck it out.”
“Okay!” he said happily and lowered his head, wrapping his lips around my head.
I gasped. “So, how does it feel?” I asked, since that was the whole reason this mess started.
“I like it a lot,” he mumbled around what little of my dick he could fit into his mouth.
He licked and sucked like a champ, but was only able to work the head.
I waited a few minutes, enjoying the sight of him struggling with my dick, and trying not to give in to the temptation to grab him by the hair and skull fuck him.
Needing to beat off and get it over with in the worst way, I said, “So, Henry. Now that you know—you good?”
He looked up, the whole lower half of his face was shiny with his spit and my cock-juice. His hand choked my cock like it was a teddy bear I’d threatened to take away. “Noooo—I want to keep going! I want to make you spurt!”
I smiled and ran my thumb over his jaw line. He was turning out to be a good looking boy. He was going to have to fight the girls—or boys—off with a stick pretty soon. And, if he took after me, he’d have the stick to do it with.
“Sorry, Henry. I’m not going to be able to get off like that, and I really need to sleep.”
His face scrunched up like he was going to cry.
“You… you can do it more later. I promise!” What the fuck was I saying?
“O—okay,” he whimpered, still not letting go of my joint.
He paused for a second, deep in thought. “Do… do you want to put it in my butthole?”
My mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That’s what I got for letting him watch porn.
“Henry…”
He knew from the tone of my voice that the answer was a firm ‘oh, hell, no.’
I nodded down the my cock. “I don’t think you’d able to take it. It’s too big, and it’d hurt way too much.” I acted like I was sorry about that, but secretly I was glad there was actually one line I couldn’t be talked into crossing.
He still looked hopeful. “But, I put my finger up there last night. And it hurt a little at first, but then I really liked it.”
I smiled sadly. “Sorry, buddy.” I flexed my cock. “Look at my dick and look at your fingers. There’s a big size difference.”
He looked down and loosened his grip long enough to examine his slender fingers. “Fine… but… What if I get all A’s on my report card? They’re emailing them out this weekend. Can we at least try it then?”
I swear, that kid would try to negotiate anything. I laughed and ruffled his hair. There was no way in hell… he was a great kid—and smart too—but for him to have applied himself and gotten straight A’s was impossible. “Kid, you get all A’s, you can put my dick anywhere.”
He sighed. “Well, did I do a good job, Daddy?”
I patted him on the leg. “You did fine. Don’t worry, you’ve gotta lot of time left in your life to practice. Now, I’ve got to go to bed.”
I started to get up, but he stopped me.
“Just… just so I’ll know what I need to do better…” He looked down at his dick. He had a strangle-hold on it, like he was afraid it was going to get away. “Can you show me how you do it?”
I had flashes of my time in college. Pot smoke hanging in the air, my roommate’s cock brushing my lips. I always made a big deal out of having to suck him, and I acted like I only did it because he let me fuck him all the time. The one thing I never told him was how much I’d actually enjoyed it. The smooth, warm flesh against my tongue…
My cock jerked again, thrilled with the idea of doing it again. I’d always known that a hard dick had no conscience—and mine was no different. To have a cock in my mouth again after all those years could be fun.
Besides, as turned on as Henry was, how long could it possibly take? And, it might be the quickest way to get him to let me go to sleep. And, I’d acted like everything we’d done so far was for him. I might as well get a little something out of it for myself.
“Fine,” I said. “Just, again… none of this ever leaves this house. Do you understand me?”
I thought he was going to vibrate off the sofa he was so excited. “Yes, Daddy. Anything you say!”
His cockhead was turning purple from his grip.
I pulled his hand away.
“Daddy’s tired, so why don’t you come up here…”
He looked confused.
“Stand on the couch, and put your feet right here.” I patted the spots right next to my hips.
He was up in a flash. Before I knew what was happening, he was standing over me with his belly smashed against my face.
I laughed and had him back up just a little. “There you go.” For a second I wished everything I ate could be delivered straight to my mouth without me ever having to stand up from the sofa.
I reached up and put my hand on his dick.
He gasped.
“Don’t shoot off yet, kid.”
I lowered his dick to a better angle. Pre-cum drooled out of his slit. I leaned my head forward and ran my tongue around the head, lapping up the offering.
His knees buckled and he almost fell.
“Keep it together, Henry,” I muttered. If I was going to suck a cock again, I wanted it to last more than three seconds.
“Sorry, Daddy. It just felt…”
I grinned up at him, having to look past his dick to see his face. “I know,” I said. “But, just try to hold on for a couple of minutes.”
Letting go of his dick, I leaned in and nuzzled his balls. They were still developing, but he’d end up with a hanging sac like mine. But, for the moment, they were small and I didn’t see a hair anywhere.
The second my tongue touched them, I thought he was going to cry.
His whimpers were so cute that I had to do it over and over again. I reached around and put my hands on his asscheeks to pull him closer to my face. They were small and smooth and I could cup them both with one hand.
Do you want to put it in my butthole? My baby boy’s question rang through my head, haunting me.
I remembered the first time I’d let Cody, my college roommate, slide into my ass. I eventually got past the pain, but I couldn’t hurt my boy just to get my rocks off—no matter how much he wanted it. And no matter how much I wanted it.
I slowly took my boy’s prick between my lips, clamping them down as I pulled his pulsing, little rod in with suction and attacking it with my tongue.
He gasped, and his body went rigid. One more second and he’d spurt, and I could go sleep.
But, I let my jaw go slack. The smell, the taste, the feeling of a warm, pulsing organ sliding into my mouth… It’d been years, but the memories flooded back. Good memories.
When I was sure I’d let him back off from the brink, I slowly resumed, using a much less aggressive technique. I snaked my finger between his small buns and rubbed my finger against the tight pucker.
He grabbed my head with both hands and ground his crotch into my face, trying to get his cock as far into my mouth as possible.
“Yes, Daddy!” he yelled.
If it weren’t for all the used tissues carpeting the floor, I’d have been insulted that wasn’t shooting already. My aching cock jutted up from my lap, untouched, and it was about to blow.
Letting my son take the reins on the skull fucking, I concentrated on opening his little hole—which wasn’t easy as he slammed his dick in and out of my mouth.
Just as I got one finger tip inside the hot, tight hole, Henry howled and tried to pull back out of my mouth.
“Stop, Daddy! I’m about to–“
The head of his prick swole.
I yanked my finger out of his asshole and clamped my arms around his thighs, holding his jerking body firmly against my face.
“But… Daddy! I can’t… hold it!”
I sucked and used my tongue, trying to will the cum from his nuts. I’d never wanted to taste anything so much in my life.
His yells became incoherent and his body convulsed as the first volley of spunk hit my tonsils.
I swallowed as my baby boy’s fuck-juice slid down my throat. His legs shook and he almost collapsed over my head, but I wasn’t letting go until I was done.
I’d forgotten how much I liked sucking cock, so I kept swallowing, massaging his cock-head with my tongue and sucking as hard as I could to syphon everything out of his little nuts. Finally, the last drop of my son’s spunk was gone and I loosened my grip.
He crumpled, dropping to sit in my lap, gasping for breath. “That… was great…”
“Yeah.” That was all I could say. I was still busy processing how awesome it’d been.
Henry reached between his legs and lifted my still-thick tube of a dick. He rubbed his finger over the slit and looked up grinning.
“What’s up?” I’d never seen such an impish look from him before.
He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked on it for a second.
I was mesmerized as his finger slid between his lips.
After licking my spunk off his finger, he said, “You liked it too.”
“What do you mean?”
He shifted back and forth, his butt gliding in my lap and making squelching noises. “You came too.”
I’ll be damned. It had felt amazingly good, and I’d gotten so excited sucking my son’s cock that I’d come without even touching myself. A tiny part of me was horrified, but a larger part of me—one that included my refilling cock—wanted to bend down and kiss my son.
Instead of an all-out make out session, I compromised and kissed him on the forehead. “I did, buddy. Thank you.”
His face lit up. “Then, can I do it to you now?” His grip got tighter on my shaft.
I groaned. It was already throbbing again. I was so tempted.
“No, not right now. I really have to shower and nap, or I can’t take you guys swimming.”
He hesitated, like he was thinking of choosing my dick over swimming as the day’s recreation.
Personally, I needed sleep and a reality check.
I grabbed him under the arms and stood up quickly, lifting him over my head as I rose.
He squealed just like he had when he was eight… probably the last time I’d lifted him over my head. His body had gotten a lot heavier since then, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold him up for long.
Henry’s semi-hard cock swung in my face, still shining from my saliva and whatever spunk I hadn’t ingested. I lifted him until the tip touched my lips and kissed it, then lowered him to the floor.
His smile took up almost all of his red face.
I flicked my hard dick, making it bounce. “Don’t worry, Henry. This isn’t going anywhere. It’s always here for you to practice on. But…” I patted him on the head… “right now, you have about a million cum rags to clean up, and I need a nap.”
