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My Son's First Blow Job
by Peter Handler (peter_handler@hotmail.com)

***

My twelve-year-old son Brad and I had a very exciting 
sexual encounter during a recent trip to Michigan to 
visit relatives. (MMb, ped, 1st-gay-expr, inc, oral)

***

Brad was an early bloomer and was already well into 
puberty. We learned from our neighbors that he'd even 
had some sexual experience. They had caught him and 
their son jacking off in the garage. They didn't think 
it was a big deal and I didn't either. Nevertheless, I 
felt it was my duty as his father to talk to him about 
it. 

I told him that he shouldn't be embarrassed about what 
had happened. He felt a little better about it after I 
confessed that I had done the same with my friends when 
I was his age. With the ice broken, he began asking 
questions about masturbation and sex. 

"How often should I jack off?" he asked. "Whenever you 
get a hard-on it's okay to jack off in private," I 
answered. "Sometimes that's the only way you can get rid 
of a boner." 

"Do girls do it?" he asked. "Yes, of course, but they 
don't have a penis so it's done in a different way." 

"Do you do it, Dad?" I wasn't sure how to answer that 
one but decided that honesty was the best policy. "Sure 
I do. Usually every day." 

"What is a blow job?" I was becoming aroused and my 
answers reflected it.  "That's when someone, either a 
man or woman, sucks your cock. It isn't a true blow job 
unless you cum in the mouth. If you don't cum it's just 
called cock-sucking." I spotted a bulge growing in his 
pants and realized that he was getting as horny as I 
was. "Wow, I can hardly wait to get a blow job." 

"What does gay mean?" he asked. 

"A gay person is someone who prefers to have sex with 
their own gender. Straight people have sex with the 
opposite gender. There is a category in between called 
bisexuals who enjoy it either way. That's what I am." 

Brad was tall for his age. He had his sights set on the 
NBA and practiced shooting hoops for hours on end. He 
usually wore skimpy white cotton shorts that didn't do 
much to hide his genitals. One day as I sat beside him 
answering some questions about sex, his cock began to 
rise and I saw it clearly outlined against the fabric. I 
was very pleased to see that my son was well hung. As my 
cock hardened, his eyes were drawn to the bulge in my 
pants. 

That brings us back to the trip to Michigan. After a 
long ride we were on a back road and spotted a rest area 
ahead. I had to take a piss and Brad said that he did, 
too. We stopped and went into the empty men's room. A 
long trough against the wall served as a urinal. We 
stood side by side and pulled out our cocks. As we 
pissed, I looked over at his cock and was pleased to see 
that it was almost as big as mine. Brad was checking me 
out, too. "Gee, Dad, you really have a big dick," he 
said. My flaccid, seven-inch cock began to rise as he 
stared at it. By the time I was finished pissing, my 
cock was nearly hard. 

"Could I feel your cock, Dad?" he asked. I couldn't see 
any harm in that and told him to help himself. He 
wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave it a squeeze 
that put the finishing touches on my erection. "This is 
the way I masturbate, Dad," he said as he began jerking 
my cock. 

"As long as we've come this far, you might just as well 
jerk me off, son," I said. I moved closer to the urinal 
so my jism would shoot into it. Suddenly, the desire for 
a mouth on my cock overwhelmed me. I put my hand on the 
back of his head, pushed it down, and told him to suck 
me. Just as he gobbled the head, a guy walked in. I 
quickly pulled my cock out of Brad's mouth but not 
before the guy saw what we were doing. 

He walked past us and stood at the urinal unzipping his 
fly. Brad and I were trying to get our hard cocks back 
in our pants. As we turned to leave, the stranger said, 
"Excuse me, could you give me some directions?" We 
turned and saw a very impressive cock hanging out of his 
pants. It looked about ten inches long and, although it 
was soft, I saw it begin to rise. It was the biggest 
cock that I had ever seen. 

As we walked toward him he began to shamelessly wank his 
cock. I stood at the urinal and pulled mine out as 
though to take another leak. "Sure, where are you 
headed?" I asked. "I was on my way to Battle Creek but 
took a wrong turn." It was obvious that it wasn't 
directions he wanted but some action.  

Nevertheless, I went through the charade of giving him 
directions. While I was telling him how to get back to 
the main highway, Brad squeezed in between us and took 
his hard cock out. The three of us stood in a row 
jacking our hard cocks. 

"That's a real nice dick you've got there, son," the 
stranger said. He looked over at me and asked if I was 
his father. When I nodded, he asked, "Do you mind if I 
suck him off?" I wasn't sure that Brad was ready for his 
first blow job, but he certainly was. He looked at me 
and bobbed his head.  "Please let him, Dad. I've just 
got to know what a blow job feels like." I figured that 
if I didn't let him do it, we both would always wonder 
what we had missed. "Well, okay, if he wants to," I 
said. 

Brad turned toward him and reached for his cock. "Gee, 
mister, you've sure got a big cock. I didn't know they 
got this big. Can I see your balls, too." He reached 
into his pants and pulled out a set of balls the size of 
a baseball. Brad was having a fine time playing with the 
guy's equipment. I reached in to give his balls a 
squeeze and then stroked the shaft while Brad squeezed 
the head. 

The stranger went to his knees, pulled Brad to him, and 
took the whole length of his cock in one gulp. Brad was 
a very lucky boy to get a deep-throat treat with his 
first blow job. The guy stopped sucking long enough to 
ask Brad his age. A big grin came on his face when he 
learned how young Brad was. "I've always wanted some 
really young stuff." 

I stood beside them and offered my cock. He turned his 
head and gave me some good, hard sucks. It was better 
than I had ever had from a woman. The guy wretched as 
Brad shot his load down his throat without warning. I 
only wish that I had had a camera so that I could have 
captured the look on my son's face as he came in a mouth 
for the first time. After the stranger had sucked out 
every drop, he turned and took my cock in his mouth. He 
took a big gulp and then pulled off very slowly while 
sucking so hard that his cheeks caved in. His tongue, 
his palette, and the walls of his mouth were slick with 
Brad's jism. I lost control and added another layer of 
cum. He had finished us both off in under a minute. 

The queer was all smiles as he rose to his feet. "I've 
always dreamed of doing a father and son back to back," 
he said. I bent down and took his fat cock in my mouth. 
Brad stood to the side smiling and jacking off as he 
watched me give a blow job to a stranger. The guy's cock 
was so big that I couldn't do much with it. 

I concentrated all of my lip-work on the sensitive area 
behind the head. To speed things up, I told Brad to jack 
the shaft. He couldn't get enough of playing with that 
big cock, so he immediately wrapped his hand around it. 
Brad giggled as he pumped that horse-cock with his 
strong arm. My mouth suddenly filled with creamy cum. 
"Oh, God, don't stop jerking it," he begged. "Jack me 
off into your Daddy's mouth." 

Brad begged me for a chance to suck. After I gave him 
permission, he bent down and struggled to work the plum-
sized head into his mouth. He managed to get in a few 
good sucks before we heard a car pull up outside. 

The man introduced himself as Frank. "I notice your boy 
has already got another boner," he said. "I would sure 
love to take care of it for him. I've got a motel room a 
few miles from here. What do you say we go over there 
and have a good time?" I wanted to continue our trip, 
but Brad begged me to take him to Frank's motel. I 
finally relented. It was getting late and I was kind of 
tired. We followed Frank to a motel that had seen better 
days. 

While showering together, Brad and I soaped each other's 
cocks, balls and asses. We were both hard when we went 
into the bedroom and found Frank lying on the bed 
masturbating to straight porno on the TV. We lay side-
by-side on the bed jacking our cocks to the sucking and 
fucking on the screen. Brad had never seen porno before 
and had many questions about what was going on.  Frank 
answered some and I answered the rest. A scene came on 
featuring a man getting fucked in the ass while fucking 
a woman. I explained to Brad that the man in the middle 
was bisexual and that what they were doing was a 
favorite of bisexuals. 

Frank bent down and sucked Brad's throbbing cock. 
Temptation soon got the best of me and I joined him. "It 
isn't right for a man to suck his son's cock, but 
there's no stopping me now," I thought. We passed Brad's 
cock back and forth until it was oozing copious 
quantities of pre-cum. 

I told Brad it was his turn. He had only sucked for 
about a minute back at the rest area and was eager for 
more. Frank and I lay side-by-side and Brad straddled 
our legs. He gobbled my cock first. I'll never forget 
how good it felt. His enthusiasm made up for his lack of 
skill. I gave him a few pointers and then he moved over 
onto Frank. For almost an hour, we sucked each other's 
cocks in a variety of combinations. 

At one point, we were in a triangle with Frank sucking 
me, Brad sucking him, and me sucking Brad. After 
shooting my load in Frank's mouth, I moved to the other 
bed and watched my son enjoy his first sixty-nine. 

With practice, he was able to take a big chunk of 
Frank's prodigious cock. I told him it would feel better 
if he fucked into Frank's mouth. His hairless ass 
immediately began to rise and fall as he used Frank's 
hard-sucking mouth as a fuck-hole. Brad's first sixty-
nine ended perfectly with both of them cumming at the 
same time. "Wow, cum really tastes great, Dad. I can't 
wait to see how yours tastes." 

After a rest, we decided that some hand job action would 
be fun. We watched porno as we played with each other's 
dicks in various combinations. I started to cum while 
they were playing with my cock, balls and ass-hole. As I 
felt myself go over the edge, I remembered that Brad 
wanted to taste my cum. I shouted for him to get my cock 
in his mouth. When I was finished, he said, "Yours 
tastes just as good as Frank's, Dad." 

I lay on one bed and watched the two of them experiment 
on the other bed. I had had three orgasms and that is 
usually about my limit. I perked up when Frank asked 
Brad to fuck him in the ass. Brad turned to me for 
permission.  "Sure, go ahead, son. You're going to love 
it." Frank stretched out face-down with his head toward 
the TV. As Brad mounted him, I spread his butt cheeks so 
he could take aim on Frank's ass-hole. "Put it in 
gently, Son," I said. 

I watched with fascination as the head of my son's cock 
slowly passed through Frank's rim. "Oh, no, oh fuck, I'm 
cummin' already," Brad gasped. He slid the full length 
of his cock into Frank's rump and went into orgasmic 
convulsions. When he regained control of his body, he 
lay heavily on top of the disappointed man. "If you keep 
fucking, maybe it will stay hard," I suggested. He tried 
it and it worked. 

As Brad threw a good fuck into Frank, he became aroused 
and had to shift to the doggy position to take pressure 
off of his hard cock. I slipped underneath for sixty-
nine. I watched with fascination as my son's cock slid 
into Frank's ass just inches from my eyes. Brad got in a 
good twenty minutes of fucking before he shot another 
load. As he pulled out of Frank's ass, his cock dribbled 
splooge into my eye. 

It had been a long time since I had had any man-ass so I 
decided to give Frank a poke, too. His warm gut was 
coated with my son's spunk. I didn't last long because 
he had brought me to the edge with his mouth. As I felt 
myself losing control, I told Brad to reach underneath 
and jack Frank off. I knew that he succeeded when 
Frank's ass-hole clamped down on my cock just as it 
began spurting. The timing couldn't have been better. 

That one did me in, and I crawled into the other bed and 
went to sleep. Brad and Frank were up most of the night 
conducting sexual experiments. Frank said that he had 
never had a kid before and probably never would again 
and that he wanted to make the most of it. 

The next morning I asked Brad how many times he had 
come. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he 
said, "Nine altogether, counting the one at the rest 
area." I was amazed. "Yeah, I can verify that," Frank 
said. "I kept track." Incredibly, Brad wanted to see if 
he could cum one more time. Frank and I didn't think it 
was possible, but we promised to try after breakfast. 

Frank and I decided that a vigorous hand job was 
probably the only thing that would make Brad pop again. 
He stretched out on the bed and Frank and I sat on each 
side of him. I jacked him for about a minute and then 
let Frank take over. We went back and forth taking short 
turns. After twenty minutes, I was ready to throw in the 
towel. "You're finished, son," I said.

"But look how hard I am, Dad. I'm almost there. I just 
need a few more strokes." 

We continued pumping and about five minutes later Brad's 
leg's snapped together and he squirmed all over the bed 
with Frank relentlessly jacking him off.  Only one drop 
of jism leaked out of his piss-hole. 

As Frank licked it off, Brad said, "See, I told you I 
could cum again, Dad." 

After a one-week visit with our relatives, we headed for 
home. The trip took longer than usual because we stopped 
from time to time to give each other hand and blowjobs. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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