Late Night Visitor

My son is curious about cock, so I help satisfy his curiosity…

This story is fictional…

My name is John. I’m a 40 year old widower, and the father of a 13 year old son, George. Everyone calls him Georgie. I think he’s getting a little old for that, but he doesn’t seem to mind. We lost his mom, my wife Terri, about 5 years ago, and it’s just been the two of us ever since. I date occasionally, mostly just hookups since I’m not looking for anything serious. I work from home most of the week, only having to go into the office once or twice a week, and my schedule is pretty flexible, so I have plenty of time for my son

George is a good kid, never causing me any trouble at home or school. He had a hard time after his mom passed away from cancer, but what kid wouldn’t. It wasn’t easy on me either. Still isn’t. Therapy helped us both cope. But now he’s a teenager and going through all the growing pains that puberty brings.

He’s a cute kid, tall, kinda skinny, light brown hair, hazel eyes. He looks more like his mom than me, even having a dusting of freckles across his nose like she did. I’m 6′, stockier build, with dark hair and eyes. I’m no Olympian athlete, but I’m 8n decent shape.

So as I said, George is going through puberty and all that entails. He is locked in his bedroom a lot more than he used to be, that’s for sure. I know he’s looking at porn and beating off, but I don’t mind; I did the same thing myself at that age. I would come to find out though, that his choice of porn wasn’t what I expected.

It was early summer, so the weather hadn’t gotten too hot yet, allowing us to sleep with the windows open to enjoy the breeze instead of the air conditioning. I usually sleep in my boxers or nothing at all. One night in bed, I became aware of someone outside my bedroom door. “George, is everything okay, son,” I called out. “Yeah, Dad, I just thought I heard you saying something,” he responded as he was already heading back to down the hall. “Sorry. Good night.”

That sounded plausible; Terri used to say that I sometimes talked in my sleep. But it happened again the next night. I didn’t say anything this time, just let him think that I was still sleeping. I laid there listening to what he was doing. I heard some shuffling around, kind of rhythmic. Was he watching me and beating off. I was sleeping nude that night, and the cover had slid off me, exposing my cock and balls. The streetlights outside illuminated the room just enough for him to see my 8″, cut and thick member, with low hanging balls and my heavy patch of pubes.

I was strangely aroused at the thought of my boy getting off while looking at me. My cock responded by stiffening up. I heard George’s breathing get harder, then a gasp. He scampered back off to his room then. I didn’t know if he had cum right there or ran back to his room to finish up. Either way, my cock was hard as a rock now, so I jacked off to a hard climax myself. Things were getting interesting around here, and I was curious to see what would happen.

George acted normally during the day, getting ready for school, chatting at breakfast, come home from school, do his homework, chat at dinner, some TV afterwards. But the late night visits continued. He got bolder and actually started coming into the room. I would pretend to be asleep, but I would pose myself so he got the perfect view, lying on my back, legs spread. My cock would get hard before he even came into the room at this point. I would cross my arms over my face so he couldn’t see me watching him as he stroked his teenage member.

This went on for several nights. School was out now, and being the indulgent parent that I am, I let him stay up late. So when I heard the video games go off, I knew it was showtime. He started bringing a wad of tissues with him and shoot off into them instead of going back to his room to finish off. That really got me going. It was difficult not giving myself away watching him standing there and ejaculating. As soon as I knew he was back in his room, I would beat myself off to a powerful cum. I was hoping that things would progress and finally they did.

One night George got really bold, and reached out to touch my hard cock. I couldn’t help myself, gasping and flinching at the unexpected touch. He got spooked and scurried off to his room. He seemed a little nervous the next morning, but I acted as if nothing had happened. That must have emboldened him enough that he came back again that night and touched my cock again. Now I was emboldened, and I decided to take things further.

I didn’t flinch this time when he touched my erection. I let him explore it. He grasped gently, then moved down to my balls, all while stroking himself. He leaned forward, getting a closer look. I was hoping that he would take it in his mouth, but he didn’t. I could feel his hot breath on me, that was almost enough to make me cum in his face right then and there. He then blew his load into the wad off tissues, and went off to bed.I don’t think his door was even closed before I blew my own load.

Again the next day, all was normal. Summer was in full swing, so windows were shut with the AC on. I worked in my home office, George did his chores, then hung out with friends. But this night, things would change. George came into my room and started playing with my cock again, but this time I let him know that I was awake.

He leaned in, breathing on my cock as he explored like usual. I put my hand on top of his head then and said,”Suck it.”

He sat bolt upright, eyes wide with panic. I had tight grip on his wrist, not tight enough to hurt him, just enough to keep him from getting away. I flipped on my bedside light and smiled at him. I calmly said, “It’s okay, son, you’re not in trouble, but you’re going to finish what you started. Now get down here and suck my dick.”

He was flabbergasted, to say the least, but managed to sputter out,”I… I’ve never… done that… sucked a dick before.”

“Well, you sure seem to want to, so go ahead,” I urged him.

“Really?”

“Really. I’ll walk you through it. Now just keep stroking like you were, and lick the head, then when you’re ready, take it into your mouth.”

Now that he didn’t have to sneak around, George took the time to savor the moment, looking intently at my hard cock as he stroked it. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked off the drop of precum bubbling out of my piss hole. He pulled back and closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again and resuming his first blow job. He followed what I told him to do at first, then started doing what he wanted to do.

He licked the crown, then took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked. He licked up and down my shaft, poked his tongue in my piss hole, even sucked my balls. This kid obviously paid attention to the blow job videos he watched.

When he tried taking my whole cock down his throat, he gagged. I told him him to just relax and breathe through his nose. He did what I told him, and was able to take about 2/3 of it down. I told him with practice he would be able to take more, but he was doing great for his first time.

“Does that mean we can do this again,” he asked excitedly.

“I’m thinking pretty much whenever you want, bud.”

“Sweet!”

He went back to work on my throbbing dick, sucking down as much as he could again. I told him to stroke the part he couldn’t take down and to play with my balls. This kid was a natural born cocksucker and he was mine! I was going to utilize his talents whenever I wanted, I thought to myself.

I could feel the inevitable about to happen. I grabbed him by the hair and started fucking his face. He gagged a couple times but never tried to stop me. It really set me off when we made eye contact and he didn’t break it.

“I’m cumming, Georgie! I’m cumming!”

I blew a huge load in his mouth and on his face. I have to say, my boy looked surprisingly hot with cum splattered across his cute face, running down his chin. He looked even hotter when he scooped it all up and licked it off his fingers.

“Mmmm…”

“You like the taste of your dad’s cum, son?”

“Yeah! It’s better than tasting my own! Thanks, Dad! That was awesome! ”

“Yeah, I thought so too. Climb up here and let’s chat,” I said, patting the pillow beside me as I sat up. We propped ourselves up with the pillows behind us, then I looked over at him and began our talk.

“We have a lot to talk about, son, but first things first: you can never tell anyone about this or I could get in big trouble. OK? ”

“Okay, Dad, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good. So I have to ask…”

“Am I gay,” he finished the question for me. “I don’t know. I mean I like girls, I’m attracted to them, but I like guys too. I started watching porn to see the girls pussies and tits, but I started liking seeing the guys dicks too. What does that mean?”

“It sounds to me like you’re bi, but you’ll figure it out. There’s no pressure. Being gay isn’t just about having sex with other guys. It involves having emotions for them, and only being attracted to them. Maybe try fucking a girl and see what happens.”

“That’s easier said than done,” he sighed. “Believe me, George, I know,” I replied, “my friends and I used to suck each other off when we were your age since it was easier than getting a girl to do it. That was our excuse anyway. I know I enjoyed doing it and I’m sure my friends did too. None of us ever refused another.”

“Wow, Dad! You like to suck dick too,” he asked in surprise.

“I haven’t done it in a long time, but yeah, I do like sucking dick. I’ll tell you something even more surprising; I was younger than you when I started, and I was taught by my uncle, my mom’s little brother. He was living with us at the time. I was ten or eleven. He showed me some dirty magazines to get me hard. Then he showed me how to jack off. From there he started sucking me, then had me suck him. I was actually the one that talked my friends into trying. I never thought of myself as gay though, since I was just doing it for fun. I didn’t want to be boyfriends with any of them. So you haven’t done anything with any of your friends then?”

“Nah. Too scared to try anything. I even make sure I don’t look too long at the other guys in the gym shower. I guess that’s why I started peeking on you. You’re really handsome and you have a big dick, so I just wanted to look at it. I never thought you’d actually let me suck it.”

“Honestly, son, before I caught you peeping, I never even thought about it. I mean, you’re my own son, and a minor. I never had any inclination towards that sort of thing, but I got so damn turned on seeing you play with your dick while you looked at mine! In fact, I think it’s time I returned the favor.”

He looked shocked as I took hold of his boy cock and started stroking. He let a yelp when I leaned over and took it in my mouth. It wasn’t too bad for a boy his age, about 6″, uncut at his mother’s insistence, a patch of light brown pubic hair at its base, balls still hairless. I sucked him right down to the root. I knew that he wouldn’t last long so I didn’t use too many of the tricks my uncle taught me, I just bobbed up and down as I sucked.

I was right, he was soon blowing his load in my mouth. I swallowed every last, sweet drop of my son’s cum, savoring it like it was expensive caviar or something. He pushed my head away when he became too sensitive.

“OH wow! Oh fuck!” He panted as he lied there in post orgasmic bliss. I chuckled at his language, never hearing him swear before.

“OH sorry, Dad!”

“Son, we just sucked each other’s cocks. I don’t think it matters anymore how you talk. Just be careful about what you say around other people.”

“I’ll be careful, Dad.”

“I know you will. You may as well sleep in here tonight and we can have some more fun in the morning!”

“Awesome!” He crawled under the covers and I leaned over to kiss his forehead.

Before we drifted off, I asked him, “George, would you be interested in learning to fuck tomorrow?”

He grinned and said, “Fuck yeah! I would!”

I laughed as I turned out the light…

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