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Thinking back on that first night when I helped Tom buy underwear, I remembered our arrival home. I thought I"d already solved everything, but it turned out I hadn"t.
On arriving, Tom and I found my wife watching television in the living room. "Ah, did you get underwear?," Kristen asked.
"We sure did!" I looked at Tom as I responded. I was pleased with the result, but as I looked at Tom"s face I noticed that he seemed a little down. I furrowed my brow. "Isn"t that great, Tom?" He looked at me, and just sighed. I asked him what was wrong.
"I mean--, it"s just--. It took so much to get underwear. And I"m already embarrassed in the locker room. No one"s penis is as big as mine, especially when it gets hard, which it does sometimes. A lot." I understood what he meant, what with teenage hormones. As if to demonstrate his point, he seemed to be developing a tent in his underwear. He looked down at his crotch. "I mean, look! It always gets hard when I talk about it. Look!" We all looked.
His mom said, "Oh, Tom. That"s perfectly normal, getting an erection like that. Tell him, honey," she said, looking at me.
"Yes, Tom, your mother"s right. When I was 14 like you, I got erections all the time. It"s nothing to be ashamed of."
Then, I had an idea. Tom had been fine this morning dangling his cock in front of everyone, and I"d done my best to make sure he felt okay at the store. Maybe some more of the same medicine?
Kristen and I were both committed to making sure that our children felt free to be themselves. Although it had gone a little further with Tom so far than I"d expected--and stirred my and my own penis little more than I would have thought I"d been comfortable with--we clearly both felt that Tom needed some penile encouragement. I nodded at her, and began on a path to build Tom"s confidence in his massive cock.
Little did we know what we were unleashing.
I said, "Here, son, let me show you. There"s nothing to be embarrassed about." At that, I undid my belt and slid down my pants. I explained to my Kristen that we"d had a hard time in the store finding the right underwear for Tom. "You see, his cock is huge, even bigger than mine. Soft or hard." I motioned at my cock, which was getting hard. He"s got at least an inch or two on me. I help my fingers out in front of my cock, showing where his stopped.
"Here, son," Kristen said, "can you show us?" I was completely nude. Tom looked at me, then his mom.
She said, "Don"t worry, Tommy. I"ve seen cocks before. Your dad"s, yours, other men"s. I don"t mind." Tom swallowed, then he then removed his underwear entirely.
"But it"s so big." He pouted. "And the salesman and you, you guys think it"s going to get even bigger? What am I supposed to do with that?" He sounded a bit desperate, and almost on the edge of tears. Tom was now totally nude. His right hand was on his dick, which was almost all the way hard. "All the guys in the locker room already talk about my cock all the time. Most of them hide their dicks in a towel when changing, but I didn"t at the start of the year, so they know how big my cock is. And they know that to see it hard, all they have to do is say `Tom"s Big Schlong." I guess I should have hidden my cock the whole time." This was heartbreaking, and just plain wrong. My son seemed to think that his enormous dick was a burden. "I wish my dick were normal-sized, like yours, Dad."
In solidarity, I moved over next to him. I held on to my cock, which was entirely hard, then I reached over and grabbed his. I stroked it a couple times. "No, no, Tom. Don"t kocaeli escort bayan ever be ashamed of your cock. You have an amazing cock. You should be proud." I stroked it again, lingering on the tip, where I felt wet precum. I lingered there, gathering some up, then used his own lube to stroke his cock more. "Tom, I understand why you"re frustrated, but you should know that having such a huge cock is fabulous, and amazing, and that I"m very proud your dick is so large." At this, I knelt down, still stroking his cock with my right hand, but now grabbed his balls and started massaging them with my left hand. His cock was hard and right in front of me. It was starting to drool a lot of precum. "The people you sleep with will love everything about this cock, trust me." I turned and looked at Kristen for support.
She joined in: "Tom, that cock of yours is impressive, and you should never be ashamed of it. You should never hide it to avoid others commenting on it. If they mention it, it"s because they admire your cock, or are jealous, or want to feel and experience it. Anyone who sees your cock and balls will feel threatened, but you shouldn"t." I nodded and agreed. She continued, "I have an idea, Tom. You should feel absolutely comfortable to talk with Dad about anything penis related, anytime. You should fee free to let Dad know when you"re worried about something, or even when you"re proud of something."
"Yes, absolutely," I agreed. "Your penis is a great piece of art, really, and I will absolutely be your cock cheerleader. If you have any worries or questions, I"m always, always here for you." At that, I squeezed his balls gently, just as I would have squeezed his shoulder, had I be touching that. I knelt in, and kissed the tip of his cock. "It"s beautiful son. I"m so jealous of your penis. I think it"s amazing. I know you"re going to fill up a lot of people with it. Since I can"t have a cock as big and powerful as yours, part of me just wishes I could experience it. You know, taste it, or feel it, like, fully." I kissed it again, then asked, "May I? Can I taste your cock, son?" Tom looked down, then his face, which had been downcast this whole time, changed."
"Yeah, Dad, you can taste it." He smiled. His whole mood seemed to change. I smiled back at him, then leaned in with my tongue out. Just before it touched, I paused and turned to Kristen. "I can"t believe I get to taste my son"s cock, Kristen. I never knew I needed a cock, but now I know I need my son"s fuckstick so bad. I need to taste his manhood so much."
I turned as Kristen said, "Yes, Calvin, clearly you need to kneel in front of your son, the bigger man."
I started to lick at Tom"s cock. I stared up at him.
He looked down at me, smiling. "You--you like my cock, Dad?"
I nodded, my tongue still lapping around his cock.
"Really?"
I nodded again, closed my eyes, then started sliding down his cock. He grabbed the bag of my head, and started guiding it down, pressing harder and harder against my head.
"You like how it tastes?" My head was now too far down on his cock to get off easily, so I just looked up and moaned a bit.
"Mmmhmmmm. Mmmmm." He released the pressure, grabbing me by my hair and pulling me off his cock. This fuckstick was now thoroughly drooling, and the precum quickly fell on my chest and began running down. "God, yes, Tommy. I love the taste of your penis. I can"t get enough of it. I worship your cock. It"s so, god, damn. Well, it"s so godlike."
I dived back onto his cock, then I felt his two hands, resting on the back of my head. "God, Dad, your mouth feels amazing!" He started ramming in his cock harder and harder. I kept sucking, and moaning, and was jacking myself off. Kristen was still behind, watching, but I was oblivious to her and Tom seemed to be too. It didn"t take too long before Tom blasted down my throat, bellowing "Fuuuuccckk," as he did. Feeling the hot spunk spurt down my throat was amazing, and turned me on massively. It turned me on so much that I started coming.
Tom pulled his cock out of my face. I breathed. He still had cum dripping out, and it fell down on me. I was a thorough mess. I was sweaty from the activity, and had come all kocaeli sınırsız escort over myself. Tom, noticing that his cock was still dripping, and was covered in a glistening mixture of my spit and his own cum, grabbed me by the hair and brought my face in, wiping his cock against one cheek and then the other. "So I see you like my dick, Dad." I nodded, looking straight at it. "You think it"s impressive," he said, just a declaration of fact. I nodded again. "I didn"t have any idea Dad was such a cocksucker, Mom," he directed at Kristen.
"I didn"t know that either, Tom. But your dad and I think it"s very important that you appreciate your own body. He was just helping you out with that." She continued, "Do you feel better now, Tom? About your penis?"
Tom looked at her, then at me, then at his cock. "Yeah, Mom. I"m pretty sure I do. I didn"t realize I had such an amazing cock. But it really is, isn"t it? And Dad helped me realize that I shouldn"t be ashamed of it. The opposite, really. I should be proud of it. And I should be using it." He slapped his cock against my face again. "Thanks, Dad." He stuck the tip against my mouth, which I opened. His cock had deflated only a little bit, and was mostly still hard and nearly its full 9 inches. "I"m glad you got to worship this fuckstick, Dad." He pressed in, and I hungrily accepted. Then he pulled out and walked toward the hallway. "I"m going to bed. Night, Mom and Dad." He walked out.
That night, as I showered to remove all the sweat and cum, I jacked off again, thinking of my son"s massive cock. I fantasized about sucking him off again. And I was convinced that I"d be able to, often. After all, at 14, his hormones were surely raging and he would surely want to dump a load often, maybe daily, maybe even more often. Boy, was I wrong.
The next morning, he walked into the kitchen absolutely naked. Kristen and I were at the table with Peter and Kelsey, who was shockingly dressed and without a male companion, for once. Tom walked in and kissed Kristen on the cheek. He walked up to me, and just stood there for a couple of seconds. His cock was at my eye level. "Morning, Dad." I looked at his cock, not at him. "Like what you see?" I nodded, and started to lean it, opening my mouth. I was just about to make contact with my tongue when he walked away, saying, "That"s what I thought." He sat at his seat and had breakfast.
And that, you see, was how the next four years went. I never got to properly taste Tom"s cock again during that time. Which I would have learned to live with, if I didn"t see his cock so goddamn often.
It was like a switch flipped in Tom. Suddenly, whenever he was at home, he would immediately disrobe and wear only a tiny jockstrap around, or nothing. The jockstraps that we"d ordered from the store had arrived and included in the options were several sheer varieties, including a sheer bright orange one that he seemed to favor. I saw him in it, constantly. Whenever he caught me looking at his cock, he would wink. He"d often stroke it once or twice, or lower the pouch beneath his balls and stroke it. The first time he did that, he walked over to me, starting to stroke. This was at the dinner table, and the whole family was around. "Do you like how this underwear fits on my cock, Dad?" I nodded, and he brought the cock just inches from my face, still stroking. "You still like my cock, Dad?" I nodded, and started to lean to get a lick, or something. He walked away as soon as I started leaning, and then asked if he could get more underwear. I said that I"d love to take him shopping again, but he responded that he just needed my credit card. When I said that I"d want to be there, he said he was going to buy some underwear online, and that he"d be wearing them plenty, and that he would get to see his cock and balls in the underwear then. I demurred and handed him my credit card. Later, when I saw the bill, I discovered that he"d spent $500 on underwear at a couple of different online shops. That was not the last time something like that would happen.
Repeatedly, over the next few years, Tom would ask me for something--money, using my car, permission to skip school to go to the beach, permission izmit anal yapan escort to throw a party at the house on my anniversary weekend--and I would object at the start. Tom, though, had a way around it. As soon as I started to say no or to shake my head or question his request, he would simply pull out his cock and dangle it in front of me, usually getting himself hard and holding it tantalizingly close to my lips, and I would bend my will to whatever he wanted.
Of course, Those weren"t the only times I"d get to see his cock. I saw it quite frequently. Even then, I always wanted more.
For example, Tom started going to the gym quite a bit, and he bought dozens of outfits just for the gym. It was kind of ridiculous, actually, because he really only used half the outfits. He bought loads of shorts that ranged from the merely tight--showing the definite outline of his cock and balls and his ass crack--to the incredibly tight, revealing not only his circumcision but also the veins on his cock. For each of these pairs of shorts, he bought a top, usually a very low cut string tank top or a skin-tight sleeveless number. He would wear the shirt for all of two minutes at the gym before he started to get slightly sweaty, then removed it.
Even though it was mostly men and young teens at the gym, it was still technically a family gym, so patrons were expected to keep their shirts on. Tom, though, did what he liked. The first day he removed his shirt, I was close by when a manager approached him to ask him to put his shirt back on. Tom was wearing tiny bright blue pair of shorts that showed every inch of his cock perfectly. They had only an inch inseam, and were very low cut, so you could see his pubic hair. As the manager starting talking, Tom reached down and started rubbing his cock over the shorts. The manager started getting distracted, and when Tom noticed he was looking down at his cock, Tom hooked his thumb in his shorts and lowered the top so that the base of his cock was fully visible. Then he reached in with his other hand and started stroking. "Are you sure you want me to put more clothes on?" The manager seemed to choke on his words, then said that no, Tom was wearing exactly what he should be wearing. He then left Tom alone, but watched him throughout the rest of his workout.
At school, Tom found ways to emphasize his cock. He often wore only his gym clothes to school, ostensibly so he"d be ready to go the gym straight after school. He was caught several times jacking off in class. More than a couple times, he"d been recording himself jacking off in the back of a classroom and then sent me the results. The first time it happened, he"d been hauled down to the principal"s office and the principal had insisted that I or his mom come to school to pick him up. Since my office was close to the school, I went to meet him and the principal. He was sitting in a chair outside the principal"s office when I arrived. For the day he was wearing only a short pair of gray shorts and a tiny white tank that covered only part of his nipples. The secretary showed me into the office where the principal explained that Tom had exposed himself in class. I said that I understood the principal"s concern, but also further said that I thought Tom should have a chance to explain himself. The principal, Mr. Wu, agreed and went to grab Tom. "Tom," he said, "your father wants to hear from you what happened in class earlier."
Tom looked at me and smirked. "Of course you do." He then began to explain that he was in class, bored, and feeling a little horny. He gestured down at his crotch. His cock, which already filled his shorts, was starting to get a bit harder.
"I mean, I was just sitting there in class, and my mind started wandering, and then I noticed that my cock was getting bigger. Like now." He reached down and grabbed his cock through the fabric.
Mr. Wu replied, "So you just thought you would take it out?"
"I mean, once it starts to get hard, it really doesn"t fit, see?" Tom was stroking a bit, and his cock was straining against the fabric, and the top was starting to poke down under the pressure emanating from Tom"s hard cock. "See?"
Mr. Wu, who had started the disciplinary session with a severe demeanor, now seemed more curious than anything.
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