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Subject: Story - MY SON ALEX M/b incest / pedo
Date: Thu, 03 Jul 2003 03:12:10 -0500
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My name is Frank, and this is the story of how my son Alec and I
became
close. It all started about three years ago. My wife and I had
divorced a few
years earlier, but since we still lived in the same town, we were able
to share
custody of our only child about 50/50. Alec was a well-behaved boy,
smart,
and while not terribly athletic, he was active and stayed slim. I'm
5'11" tall,
165 lbs, with short brown hair and blue eyes. I stay in shape by
working out
at the gym three times a week, and also with some weights in my
basement.
It was one summer weekend at my townhouse soon after Alec turned 12 (I
was 34) that things changed. We'd been out playing tennis and worked
up
quite a sweat. Alec was still learning the game (not to mention still
a growing
boy) but coming along well, and I commented on his improving skill as
we
drove back. As usual he blushed at the compliment.
Once inside the house I headed towards my bedroom, puling off my shirt
as I
went. I passed Alec's room, glancing as I always did at the posters of
the
Backstreet Boys and another boy group that he had on his wall. They
were
cute, I had to admit... I also had of course wondered why Alec was
interested
in these groups and not any girl performers. His mother was more
concerned
than I was about it, and wanted me to try to encourage him in that
direction.
I said that Alec was only 12 and anyway he was going to like what he
wanted
and we shouldn't push him.
But that afternoon I had another thought on my mind. I was still
standing in
the hall as Alec slipped past me into his room. He sat on his bed and
started
untying his shoes.
"Hey, Son." I began, trying to sound casual. "Since you know they've
declared a water shortage in the area this summer, why don't we just
shower
together?"
Alec looked up at me, his expression hard to read, something between
surprise and fear. "Um, okay." He said finally in a small voice.
"Get undressed and come on into my bathroom." Without waiting for any
other reply, I turned and went to my room. I felt a little guilty
about what I
was doing, but I was also excited, and at the same time trying to
rationalize to
myself that there was nothing wrong about this. I was just curious to
see how
my son was developing.
The master bathroom off my bedroom had a Jacuzzi tub and a separate
large
stall shower. I turned on the water in the shower and stripped down to
my
jock strap, my hands trembling a little as I did. Alec appeared a
minute later,
still in his briefs. He looked so cute standing there, trying to look
casual also,
and very obviously not looking at me. The water was warm, so I took a
deep
breath, dropped my jock and stepped in.
Alec hesitated.
"Come on son, the water's fine." I urged him.
Finally, he slipped his briefs off and stepped in, turning to face the
corner, all
the time trying to cover his genitals with his hands. I closed the
shower door,
admiring his cute little pale butt. My cock started to swell, so I
tried to think
of other things. I grabbed the soap and lathered my chest, pleased at
how my
pecs were coming along from my workouts. Alec still stood shyly in the
corner, arms crossed, so I decided to move things along. I deflected
some of
the dray onto him, and he jumped. "What's the matter? Water too cold?"
"No, it's fine." He said quietly.
"Here, let me soap you." I offered. I got a good lather on my hands
then
gently began to massage his shoulders. He was just under five feet
tall, an
easy height to reach his shoulders. Alec was tense at first but seemed
to relax
as I worked over his neck and arms and back. I slid my hands down over
his
flanks, up under his arms, and gently cupped his smooth boy chest. He
didn't
have any muscle development yet, but I felt his little nipples pucker
under my
touch. He raised his arms a bit away from his sides as I soaped his
chest,
showing his cte hairless armpits. At least he was cooperating. I
squatted
behind him, worked my hands down over his tummy, and felt my cock
begin
to harden again. What the hell, I thought.
I slid my right hand down further and further in little circles over
his smooth
little tummy... and got a surprise. Alec had a hardon! He jumped as my
fingers brushed his rigid little penis. I continued down over his leg
with that
hand, then slipped my left down and very gently wrapped it around his
genitals. He shivered then, and I felt him thrust very slightly into
my hand. "I
see you have a condition." I said matter-of-factly. I massaged his
tight little
ball sack.
"C-condition?" His voice shook.
"Yes, it's very normal. Happens all the time." I gave him a little
squeeze and
felt his cocklet swell a bit.
"Why does sit do that?"
"Well, that's a long story, but it happens to all guys all the time.
It's called a
hardon."
"Do you get it?" He demanded.
"Yeah, in fact, I have one now too." I stood up as I said it, and Alec
turned
around at the same time. His jaw dropped as he looked down and saw my
cock, now at it's full seven-plus inches, angling up towards him at
stomach
level.
"Wow." He gasped. "Yours is so much bigger."
"Yours will get bigger too, maybe even bigger than mine." I assured
him.
His hairless little boycock was bright pink now and I saw it wiggle
with his
every move.
"Want to soap me now, while I shampoo my hair?" I suggested when he
continued to stand there dumbfounded, watching my pulsing cock like it
was
hypnotizing him.
"Um, okay." He fumbled with the soap while I wet my head and worked
the
shampoo in. I kept my hair very short, so it wasn't like I needed to
spend a
lot of time washing it, but today I would.
Alec gingerly began rubbing over my abs and legs, careful to avoid the
throbbing member.
"You can wash my penis too, just be careful."
He nodded, then very carefully wrapped his hand around the base of the
shaft. I shivered at his touch. I am pretty thick, and his hand
couldn't reach all
the way around.
"That's it," I said softly, run your hand up and down it a little, get
it nice and
clean." I looked down, watching him as he slowly slipped his hand up
towards the head. I spread my legs a little. "Wash my balls too, but
gently."
With his other hand he very carefully rubbed my tight ball sack,
fondling my
plum-sized nuts inside. "Is that okay?" he asked.
"You're doing great, son. Keep washing the shaft too. Stroke it with
your
hand. Very nice, you can touch the very end too, it's sensitive but
feels
good."
He did, moving his hand up and down, kind of clumsily, but still, it
was an
incredible feeling! Finally, though, I was starting to get close to
cumming and
decided we'd better stop, at least for now. "Okay son, that's good,
let me
finish soaping you now."
Alec seemed almost reluctant to take his hands away. "Okay."
I knelt in front of him and smiled. "Great job!" I rubbed over his
belly again,
then massaged his still very hard little penis. It was a little over
three inches
long, and not very thick yet, but a nice head on it. Like me, he was
circumcised.
He closed his eyes. "That feels funny," he mumbled, as I started to
stroke
him a bit.
"Funny like good or bad?"
"Good, kinda."
I slipped my fingers between his legs and tickled up under his balls.
"How
about that?"
He smiled and sort of giggled. "Good."
I went back to stroking him with one hand, and started massaging his
soft
butt with the other. "How's that?"
"Cool." He whispered, eyes still closed. His breathing was getting
labored,
and his little penis was getting even harder in my hand. A minute more
and
he was gasping. "Oh dad! Ohhhh!" He started shaking all over, at the
same
time thrusting spastically into my hand. "Oh! Oh Oh!" He sort of
whimpered, then almost collapsed, still trembling.
I caught him and held him against me. "You okay, son?" I asked in his
ear. I
enjoyed his slippery warmth against me.
"Wow, what happened? That was...cool."
"That was an orgasm." I said, hugging him while he caught his breath.
His
little dick was still hard and even redder. And mine of course was
still hard as
a rock, rubbing against his leg.
"Can you... orgasm... too?" He asked after a minute.
"Yes I can, but it's a little different when you get older. Stuff
shoots out of
your penis."
"Like pee?"
"Not exactly, it's thick and whitish and kind of sticky." It's called
semen, or
'cum.' An orgasm is sometimes called 'cumming' in slang."
He looked thoughtful. "Oh yeah I've heard about that around school.
Now I
get it. So, are you going to 'cum' now too?"
"I'd like to, would you like to help me." I stood up again.
"Okay, what do I do?"
Well, you saw what I did to you, sort of like when you washed my
penis."
Not waiting for further encouragement, he soaped up his hands again
and
went to work. He used both to slowly stroke by thick shaft, staring
intently at
it as he worked it.
"Hmm, that's it, nice and gentle. Go all the way up and down." I
suggested.
It was so hot to see his hands around my cock, to feel his fingers
slipping up
and down my shaft. I felt a little guilty, but it was so good.
"It's neat how the skin slips up and down on it." He said
thoughtfully. "I
think it's getting even bigger!"
"You're doing great, Alec. I'm getting close... oh yessss..." I
grunted and
suddenly my cock fired a spurt of cum that hit him right over his
shoulder.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, as another shot landed on his chest. "Pretty
cool!"
He continued stroking, milking me.
But I barely heard Alec; in fact my orgasm was so intense I had to put
a hand
out on the shower wall to steady myself! "Oh, son that was very good!"
I
finally managed to mumble. "You did great! But stop now, it gets
sensitive
afterwards."
Alec grinned up at me, obviously pleased with himself that he could
bring me
to this condition. "Okay." He reluctantly let go of my softening cock,
and I
noticed him reaching down to slowly play with his own, still-hard boy
penis
again. "When can we do it again?"
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