Monday, September 12, 2016

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 1

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 1
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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I glanced at my phone as I poured another Scotch. It was past three in the morning, and I was at least halfway drunk. My seventeen year old son, in his first month of being a high school senior, was out past curfew for the third Saturday in a row. Sean was popular. Athletic, strong, and good-looking, he got invited to the best parties, and while I was willing to overlook the occasional infraction, lately he had been testing my limits. The previous Saturday he brought a girl home and fucked her loudly, making no effort to hide what he was doing. When I yelled at him the following morning, he ignored me.

Sean hasn't always lived with me. His mother and I split when he was four, and he lived with her until two months ago when she decided that he needed a male role-model. At first things were fine. Sean and I have always been more like buddies than father and son and living together worked well. Then, slowly, he started to bend the rules. Over the past two weeks he had graduated to complete disobedience and didn't even act like he was sorry.

I took another slug from my glass of scotch and stared at the wall. I was determined to confront him tonight and set things straight.

Half an hour later, a car dropped him off. When he stumbled into the house I stood up. He was visibly shocked by my presence.

"Sit down, son," I said calmly. "We need to have a little talk about the rules."

"I'm tired, man." Sean said. He flashed me a toothy grin. His dark blond hair was messed up and his green eyes were unfocused. He laughed a little, "And I'm kind of drunk."

So am I, I thought. "I want to talk now."



I put my hand on his shoulder, intent on pushing him into the chair. He immediately pulled away. "I'm going to bed," he yelled. I could smell cheap beer on his breath, and the stink of cigarettes and perfume. He stormed off to his room. I was determined to be firm with him and to really lay down the law. If I didn't figure out how to handle him soon, I'd have to send him back to live with his mother, and given how hard of a time she was having, Sean would probably continue his downward spiral. He was on the verge of fucking up his life and needed some tough love.

I walked down the hall, banged on his bedroom door, and opened it without waiting. Sean stood next to his closet in his boxer briefs and socks. He had one hand on the waistband of his briefs, getting ready to pull them off when he turned. He starred daggers at me.

It had been a long time since I had seen Sean with so few clothes on. Our father son camping trips had ended years ago. I had to admit that I was pleased with what I saw. He was lean and his body was starting to fill out. He had a nice chest and was close to having a six pack. There was already a patch of dark fur on his chest and another rising from his waist onto his stomach. He was going to be hairy like his old man.

"What the fuck, man?" he yelled.

"I said I wanted to talk."

"Well I'm going to bed." He said, holding his ground.

"Sit down and we'll talk." I said. I was losing my temper.

"I'm tired and I'm drunk. We'll talk in the morning if you want to."

"Sit the fuck down." I hollered. My patience was gone. My son was on the verge of being a grown man and he should start acting like one.

Kyle stood his ground and smiled at me. Rage overcame me. He was a cocky bastard, just like I had been when I was his age, and just like me he needed someone to put him in his place. The military eventually did that job with me, but Sean wasn't going to go in that direction.

"Why don't you come over here and make me." Sean taunted.

I was like a bull that had seen red. Fueled by one too many drinks and weeks of putting up with his attitude, I charged him. He didn't move until my hands touched his shoulders and then he started to fight back. Sean was getting stronger and at seventeen he was probably one of the strongest guys in his grade, but a few afternoons lifting with your buddys doesn't compare to the strength I'd developed after decades of hard work in and out of the gym. My biceps pulled at the sleeves of my white undershirt as I wrestled him onto the bed.

Unintentionally, Sean ended up belly down across my knees as I fell onto his bed. It reminded me of when he was a child. I'd only spanked him a few times, but having him there, on top of me, put me right back into that mode. I pulled my flat hand back and brought it down hard on his right cheek. Then I hit the left, and then the right again. Sean struggled against me.

 "What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck?"

"If you're going to act like a child, I'll treat you like one." I pulled down the back of his boxer briefs and smacked him three times barehanded. This did the trick. He stopped struggling and started to yelp in pain. The skin on each cheek glowed bright red, and I gave each cheek one more slap, as hard as I could, for good luck.

Sean was breathing hard, and when I stopped the shock dissipated and he tried to get away from me. As he shifted his weight, his crotch pressed against my knee and I felt his hard dick. My arm locked down across his back and held him tight. Then I moved my knee, deliberately pushing against his dick.

"What's this son?" I asked as I rubbed my knee against his cock.

Anger. He thrashed and tried to pull away. When he calmed down, I rubbed his ass a few times. Apparently getting spanked turned my boy on. I'd encountered so many submissive gay guys in the service that they didn't freak me out, and the fact that this one was my son, well, I was too drunk to care. It mad a kind of sense, really. Sean was acting out because he was struggling against who he really was, trying to prove he was someone he wasn't.

I rubbed his ass again, feeling my own cock thickening a little. "You're out of control, son, but you don't have to worry. Daddy knows how to help."

I spanked him six more times in quick succession. Three times on each cheek. He yelled out in pain and then jumped up off of me. I stood and quickly adjusted my hardening dick so that he wouldn't notice it. Sean's cock tented the front of his shorts. Even though it had only been about a minute, there was already a wet spot at the tip.

"What the fuck?" Sean yelled. Then he rubbed his drunken eyes, "What the fuck is happening?"

"I don't know. I was disciplining my boy and then he pitched a tent. Seems like my little guy likes getting spanked."

"I . . ." he stuttered. He didn't have any words. I could tell by the way that he was swaying that he was fairly drunk. If I let him sit down for a few minutes, he would pass out. "I don't know what's going on."

"You're drunk, so this is going to be a little hard to handle, but you seem to get off on getting spanked by me. Look, you're still hard."

"You were rubbing my ass and shit. You groped me."

"You're blaming me for this? You're the one that got a boner when I spanked you. What are you hiding son?"

He turned away and told me to get out of his room. I advanced on him, pushed him up against a wall, and shoved my hand down his shorts. I grabbed his hard cock in my hand and squeezed until it showed on his face. He looked right into my eyes and spit in my face. My free hand wrapped around his neck and I squeezed that too.

"You're going to learn to respect me. You don't seem to be responding to any normal way of parenting, so we're going to try something else. From now on, you're going to listen to me, and you're going to treat my word like it's the law."

His dick throbbed in my hand. My mind flashed back to his mother. Her and I never really got along and Sean was about the only good thing that came out of  our relationship. However, the sex had always been stellar. She had a submissive streak too, and though she liked to be in charge outside of the bedroom, she liked to be chocked, held down, and fucked senseless behind that door. The dirtier the names, the cruder the sex, the more she enjoyed it. Judging from my son's reaction to my attempt at dominating him, it was a family trait.

Sean had calmed down. "Looks like I finally found a way to get through to you." I said as I squeezed his cock.

"This is fucking sick,î he said. The defiance had left his voice, all that was left was defeat and a hint of excitement.

"I get it,î I said reading his face, ìYou're not gay. But I can tell that you're submissive. You like it when men tell you what to do, don't you? Your coaches, your teachers, maybe even your friends. It makes you feel calm and in control, doesn't it? Well, now I'm going to take control. I'm going to show you how to be completely free,"

I squeezed his cock again. He stared straight into my eyes. "I'm not gay," he whimpered.

I moved in close so I could whisper in his ear. I could smell his teenage body and it was like a lightening bolt to my cock. I hadn't taken a guy this young in decades, and I hadn't turned a guy in at least ten years. That's the best part, I thought, teaching a guy who thinks he's straight that he really loves having a cock in his mouth. I could tell that Sean was ready. I could tell that he wanted it.

I grabbed my son by the back of his neck and pulled him back over to the bed. I took him over my knees again, but this time I yanked down the back of his shorts. I slapped him hard once, and at the same time I drove my knee up into his cock. He instinctively humped my leg and I rubbed his ass softly while he did. Then I slapped him hard again. He groaned. The sound was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I ran my hand over his bare cheeks and pulled one of the muscular cheeks to the side. His tight hole winked back at me. There was a little bit of dark hair surrounding it, but otherwise my boy was smooth back there. I ran my finger over his hole once and then slapped him hard.

"You've got a tight little pussy, boy." I said as I ran my fingers over his ass and between his cheeks. "With an ass like this you're going to drive all the guys crazy."

I leaned over and kissed him on the back of the neck while I continued to rub his ass. I could tell from the stiffness in his muscles that he hadn't given up completely, but the fact that he was no longer resisting indicated a conflict in his mind.

"You're out of control, boy. You need a man to take control, don't you? You need a man to teach you not to think with your dick, not to give in to your urges. Someone that can make you into who you need to be. Don't you?" I felt him nod slightly. I slapped him hard. "Answer me."

"Yes," he said. I felt his body shudder and realized that he was sobbing. I turned his head to face me and ran a finger under his eye.

"It's ok son. Trust me. Your life is about to get a lot better. Youíre going to learn things about yourself that you never even imagined. But first, you need to learn to give in to a man. You need to accept that you're not one of us. You need to understand that you're here to serve us. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To make men like me happy."

"I, uh, I don't know," he said.

I looked him in the eyes. "I'm going to help you figure it out. OK? Do you trust me?"

He nodded. His eyes occasionally went out of focus and he was a long way from sober. I was pretty sure I was committing date rape. That didn't matter much to me in the moment. Once he got a taste of cock, he would never look back. How he got there wouldn't cause him much concern after the fact.

I slid him off of my legs so that he was between my knees. His briefs were pulled down between his legs and his hard cock stuck straight up against his stomach. His dick was about six inches long and uncut. It was a perfectly normal cock. Apparently, dick size  didnít run in the family, because I was at least nine inches on a good day. When he was between my legs I grabbed his skull and made him look at my face.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" I asked.

"No." he said.

I slapped his face lightly and raised an eyebrow. "No sir." I said. He repeated the phrase.

"You think about it though, don't you? Do you ever look at the other guys in the locker room and imagine what they must look like when they're fucking their girlfriends? Maybe when you're jacking off you start to imagine that you're one of those girls?"

He hesitated and I slapped him gently again. "Be honest."

"Sometimes, maybe." He paused, "I don't know, its confusing."

"Well, there is one test." I turned his head so that he was gazing straight into my crotch. My cock was rock hard and laying across my thigh in my sweat pants. The lump was visible. "Look at it." I said sternly.

My son sat on his knees between my legs and stared at my hard cock. He was so beautiful, with his light brown, perfectly styled hair and green eyes. His features were angular and there was just the beginning of a shadow on his cheeks. He was so beautiful, and as he stared at my cock, I knew he was mine. I was going to teach my little boy about sex with men and show him a world he never knew existed.

"Touch it." I said softly. He looked up at me and our eyes connected for a second, then his hand grabbed my cock. He squeezed the shaft, near the base and slowly moved his hand up to the head. As he groped me, he leaned inward, getting a little closer with every passing second.

"You want it don't you?" I said to him. When he hesitated again, I grabbed his chin and turned his face "You don't have to lie to me son. I'm not going to judge you and I'm not going to stop loving you." I cupped the back of his head and pulled him into my crotch. When he was about two inches away, he stopped resisting and he burrowed between my legs.

As he got his first feel of a man's cock against his face, of the heat and the moisture and the smell, his whole body relaxed. I'd seen it before, the moment when a gay guy finally figures it out and comes home for the first time. Suddenly, Sean's life made sense to him. He knew what he was missing, what he wanted, and what he needed. I held him gently and waited for him to mouth my dick. Then I pushed him away.

"You want to suck that cock? Big fucking man dick?î I said, "Tell me what you want."

"I, uh, I just want to see it," he said. He hadn't taken his face out of my crotch. He was still in the zone, his eyes glassy and his mouth watering.

"Yeah? And then what."

"I don't know," he said. His voice was whiny and he sounded young.

I bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Look at you. You're already being honest with me. If I'd have known that this was the way to get you to listen, I would have fed you my dick a month ago. Here I had a perfect, beautiful man cunt just down the hall from me waiting to get plugged and I couldn't take advantage of it."

I slipped my finger into his mouth and he sucked on it. His tongue moved across the tip. "Bet you've had lots of girls work your dick for you. Haven't you?" he nodded. "Good, you'll know exactly what to do when I shove my cock in your throat."

I pulled him deep into my crotch and rubbed his face against my thick shaft. He purred softly and I played with his hair. I couldn't tell if he was drunk or so deeply into the game we were playing that he didn't know what was going on. In either case, he'd become pliable and easy. All signs of resistance were gone.

"You're going to listen to me from now on. You understand?"

I pushed his face into my dick and he said yes. I tapped him on the face and he repeated, "Yes, sir."

"No more staying out late. No more drinking. You're going to study and you're going to play football, and you're going to be a fucking model son, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." he said.

"And if you do all those things, Daddy is going to be real good to you. I'll give you everything you ever wanted and things you never knew you wanted. If you fuck up, I'm going to have to punish you. You understand?"

He nodded. I reached down and pulled my nuts out of the leg of my shorts. It was warm and I was a little sweaty. When I moved his face to my scrotum, it stuck to his smooth cheek. I turned his head so that he was staring straight at my balls. I've got big nuts, and because I was hot, they hung low and loose from my body.

"See those, son. Those are a man's nuts. Much bigger than what a guy like you has between his legs."

As he gazed at my junk, I pulled his head forward so that his nose pressed into my sack. Then I moved his head upward, letting my sack spread out over his face and roll over his chin. When he looked up at me with his unfocused eyes, his lust was painted all over his face. He wasn't out of it because of the booze. He was totally into it.

"Suck them son." I said.

He pulled my nuts into his mouth and my dick throbbed. He was inexperienced and hesitant. As he licked at my sack and explored a man's junk for the first time, all I could think about was how much I was going to get to show him. Over the years I had taught my boy so much, and now I was going to teach him how to serve a man. It was a skill that would take him everywhere in life. For a guy like him, it was the one thing he really had to master.

I stood up and his mouth followed me. Briefly, I pulled him up between my legs, squeezing his skull with my thighs. Then I stepped back and pulled down my shorts. My dick is big, big enough that most of the men and women I fuck around with are surprised when they see it. I was hard as a rock. A vein ran down the top of my nine inch shaft and my foreskin was curled up behind my glans. My dick hung out in front of me, to0 heavy to stand up straight, and my son stared at it with wide eyes. He suddenly looked incredibly young, with the kind of wonder that showed on his face when he was a child. I touched the back of his skull and he leaned forward.

Without any encouragement from me, his lips parted and his tongue shot out. He licked the tip of my dick, slimy with precum and red with lust.

"You like that taste, son? The taste of the dick that made you." He looked up at me and nodded. I touched the side of his face. "You're going to get to know a lot of dicks. I can already tell that you've got the hunger, but this one is always going to be your favorite. The way it tastes, the way it smells, you're never going to forget it."

I sat back on the edge of the bed and laid down. My legs were spread wide and Sean was still on his knees. "Make me feel good, boy. Take care of your old man."

His big hand wrapped around my dick, and I bent upwards so I could look at him. When I was standing, he looked young, but now, as his thick muscular hands held onto my cock, he looked like a man. He was so beautiful, strong, and handsome. I'm not normally into guys. I mean, I like what guys do with my dick, but I'm usually not into their looks. Sean, though, was gorgeous, a total dreamboat, and absolutely submissive.

"There you go." I said, "Pretty jock boy, all the girls want you, and you've got daddy's big cock in your hand. Suck on it, son Put it in your mouth. Show me what you really want to do with all those studs you hang out with."

He took the tip into his mouth and licked at it. His head bobbed up and down awkwardly, but it still felt good. So far, he hadn't hit me with his teeth, which was a good sign. I was in it for the long hall. This was the first of many, many, blowjobs, and I didn't need to rush things along or put him off by making him think he wasn't doing a good job. At the same time, I needed to stroke the submissive fire to keep him interested.

"Look up at me son." I said softly. He gazed up at me. His green eyes looked big and his pink lips wrapped around my shaft. He had one hand near the bottom of my shaft and was starting to stroke it. I smiled at him and then said, "You look real pretty with that dick between your lips, boy. Fucking hot as hell. Lift up your ass for me."

Sean pushed his naked ass into the air. He was muscular and lean, and his ass was two perfect mounds of muscle. As he lifted up his rear end, the cheeks spread open. I looked down his wide back, rippling with muscle, and imagined how good it was going to feel when I claimed him as my own. I sat up, leaned forward, and ran my hand down his spine. I reached for his asshole and touched it gently. He didn't budge.

"That's some grade-A cunt you've got there, son. Nice, beautiful ass and a tight pink hole. I can't wait to get in there. I'm going to take you places you never thought you could go son. Gonna massage you from the inside."

He kept moving up and down on my cock, bringing me closer to the edge. He was getting more comfortable with my dick, and the blowjob was getting better by the minute.

"When I tear into that ass," I kept saying, "I'm going to look straight into your eyes. I always want you to remember the way daddy looked when he finally took your cherry. Then I'm going to flip you over and drive your face into the mattress while I use your body like a toy. You like the idea of that? Me totally in control, using you like my plaything?"

He groaned loudly and his mouth vibrated around my cock. At the same time he pressed his dick into my calve. I pushed back, and he immediately started to hump me. I rubbed his head to encourage him and then I shoved my dick further into his mouth. He gagged, but jumped right back on my cock afterward.

"When I get tired of fucking you, I'm going to get some of those studs that you hang out with to run a train on you, or maybe some of the guys from the college. They're going to line up and pound you until there is no doubt in your mind what God put you on this earth to do."

He was sucking like I had the last dick on earth. Everything I said, everything I did, fed the hunger within him. I thought that I might get one good blowjob out of him while he was drunk, but it was clear to me now that he was more of a faggot than I could have imagined. My balls were churning as he licked around the shaft. I reached down and moved his hand from my shaft onto my balls, and he massaged them clumsily as he sucked. I got more into it, lifting my hips and shoving into his mouth, gagging him as he worked me over. His eyes started to tear up and he looked up at me. Seeing his eyes, my boys' eyes, was just too much for me. I pulled out and started to jack my cock.

"Open up fag."

He opened up his mouth and tilted back his head. He looked up at me with the same trusting eyes that had been looking at me his whole life, and then I blew my load directly into his mouth. I could tell by the way he flinched that it was his first load, maybe he hadn't even tasted his own, but now he had a mouthful of the stuff in his mouth and he didn't know what to do with it.

"Take some time to taste it, son." I said. He swirled my seed around in his mouth. I wondered if I should make him play with it or blow bubbles before he took it down, but I didn't want to gross him out. "Now swallow it."

He closed his mouth and his eyes and then he swallowed my load. He opened his mouth to show me that it was gone without me asking. I smiled at him and petted the side of his face. Just as my hand touched his face, he pushed into it, almost like a dog would. I bent down and kissed him once. It was a long kiss, with a lot of tongue. I tasted my own load. Then I pulled his skull against my thigh so that his face was against my softening dick.

"Jerk yourself off son."

He pulled on his own dick while he looked at my cock. I whispered as he wanked. "From now on, you're not the one that makes the decisions. You don't run your life and your dick certainly doesn't run your life. This runs your life." I turned my body so that my dick pressed against his nose. "This is all you need to think about when you're making decisions."

Voluntarily, as he pulled on his dick, he sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth and suckled on it. Then I heard him groan and felt his hot cum against my leg. When he finished cumming, I looked down at it. It was a nice sized load. I ran my finger through it and tasted it. Then I scooped up some more and fed it to him. He licked it off my fingers and I rubbed what was left into his face.

"Good job, son." I said. "Time for you to go to bed. We'll talk about the rules tomorrow morning."

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Hope you shot your load. Thanks for reading. Charlie ñ cosmic709@yahoo.com.

14 comments:

  1. Very hot. I can't wait for his son to slip up again and get a true punishment

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  2. Yes, i shot a load 2 times last night on the re-read. Love it, dad on the son now. I am sure that the next chapters are goign to be good, the son has a lot to learn, LOL

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  3. can/t wait for tomorrow morning

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  4. reminds me of Big Bro's Girlfriend . . . can't wait for what cums next. Keep up the good work

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    1. A little bit like that. I'm aiming to hit on some of the same kinks in this one.

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  5. Glad you all like it. Felt like I needed to get back to my roots. More to come I promise.

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  6. More like your older stories, which I like. Jase is my favorite. Don't like guys falling in love, etc. Keep writing!

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  7. I love this. Keep up the good word.

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  8. Read this mpre than 3 times already.I need a dad like him. Hot story. Love this. You're such an amazing writer! Can't wait for more !

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  9. Checking your blog every day, waiting for Chapter 2!!

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  10. this is the story i've been waiting for... more more more more

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