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