The ties that bind - let your boys have their way, dad.

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The ties that bind - let your boys have their way, dad.

The ties that bind - let your boys have their way, dad.

I hate getting nagged to post on JUB (another porn/social network site) but once I get started I end up writing a page that worth blogging (for myself). JUB is great (Yahoo 360 could take a lesson for some of its feature) but it's code of conduct (making its profit) sometimes gets under my skin. Well. I guess, I should be grateful -- but the site would not be worth it (still free -- at least for a while) if it weren't for the contributors (both commercial and individual). So is here mine... (As it a blog were not enough). I should be grateful even more to Yahoo -- so I'm reposting it here. JUB doesn't yet offer RSS feeds from its blogs.

Back to topic: Ever had sex or ever wanted to it with a family member?

I have a brother who's about three and half years younger. So when I reached puberty (13 - 14) and discovered masturbation, I kept it a secret from him because he was just a kid and not interested in sexual

things (yet). Although I was turned on by the idea of playing around with boys and with him, I didn't really act on it -- except when he was sleeping a few times. One couple of nights, while he was sound asleep, I'd take his hand and wrap it around my cock and beat myself off with it. It was a pain cleaning up the cum. (so I didn't really make it a habit -- also he could wake up).

It was a little different when he was reaching puberty. We sort of played around a little - looking at each other erect cocks and touching each other -- maybe that was just once. Something held me back from doing more. I never ejaculated with him watching or sucked him or he me. But I was interested in his friends - especially one who was slightly older and maturely more quickly. His name was Danny. We'd do the pre-teen boy thing --going swimming, or building forts, and still one of my favorites until this day -- camping in each other backyards and inevitably there be the sex talk and the comparing cocks and seeing how much pubic hair was growing. Of course, I was older than the other boys (they were about my brother's age) and 'the winner' is the early macho 'contests' but it was probably because I was chicken to do so with my own agemates. I always felt a little less developed than my own peers.

So it felt more comfortable / self-between the other thighs.

esteeming building to be admired by this younger crowd. Once we tried to try out what 'fucking' might be like -- there was not penetration, but Danny seemed to be keenist to try it out. He'd already started puberty - and would reach sexual maturity a year or so ahead of other boys of my brother's class/age. We ended up naked in the tent, one would pull his dick down and back - sort of hidden like it was a mons pubis and the other boy would lay on top and put his cock between the space.

Today we call a variation on this 'frottage' - although we did progress to ejaculation, I can remember the feel of Danny body when I was laying atop him or him over me. It was a boyish game of sexual experimentation -- that my younger brother witnessed, but out of some inborn sense of propriety, he and I never tried it while in front of the other boys.

Danny's younger brother was among the kids in the gang too and likewise, he never did anything with his brother (at least not in front of us).

That's enough Kelly, and stop stop reminiscing about innocence lost .. OK, OK! 

From a previous post on another JUB thread:

There is a publication, Handjobs Magazine, devoted to these kinds of stories, supposedly some of them are true. That must be one for the attractions -- the allure of reality. If you have bought ones at an erotic bookstore, it tells how to get at the older issues on their website:

http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/ 

Whether fiction or not, most of the stories involve sex between men of very different ages - whether or not they are related by family seems to be an added thrill. A constant theme seems to be 'making a man' out of young guy by an older authority figure - his dad, or uncle, or coach. Personally, I find the fiction terrifically exciting - although like many guys have said on this and similar threads, my dad is the last person on the planet I'd want to have sex with. But, somehow the dad of the boy-next-door seems to be irresistibly hot in all these stories - maybe a case of fantasy (fiction) being more erotic (and truer) than reality.

Now I have finally tracked down the full URL for HandJobs Magazine , thanks to John_W (the ubiquitous JUB host 'cum' moderator (that's Latin - not semen although I am sure he bathes in it from time to time So if you interested in gay family sex or male incest or Greek love (older man-young man), then you can enjoy both the art work of numerous artists who illustrate these older man with young man (--- uncle/dad/coach/priest/cop and young newbie/virgin twink --), and also quite few of these types of stories can be found in the Readers Forum. http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/ 
Enjoy (or perv out) --- whatever turns you on (or off)... Kelly (sunbuns) 

Nudism: Father and sons / parent-child

It may be that those who don't have children (of either sex) might possibly 'project' what might be their own doubts (or fears or sexual inclinations) when they consider how gay or bisexual fathers could be perfectly comfortable being naked with their children (especially sons), or even want to make sure that they DO get the opportunity to learn / experience being comfortable naked with their dads and other men.

I don't ever recall having the slightest urge to 'know' my own sons biblically (i.e. in a less than wholesome way) and never gave the first thought to being sexually attracted to them. I'd be less than honest to say that this was not always true about some of their high school friends and soccer teammates. However, I never ever acted on these thoughts - although I wouldn't morally condemn some man who did - that's not what the issue or the original question on this thread is about.

I'm not rejecting the possibility that some fathers could have more than an affectionate or fatherly interest in their sons, but I'd bet that most do not.

In my own case, there was no willful desire, ulterior motive or sinister plan to let the boys see me (and my wife) naked. It was just a natural family thing. We did not raise them in Judeo-Christian religion-influenced America so that probably had a lot to do with reasons why it just seemed natural. We bathed together, went to public baths and hot springs resorts, and a few sometime visited nude beaches (or clothing-optional spots, in other countries - such as Greece and Munich's Englischergarten). Conversations sometimes included references to what they saw or were experiencing and there were the inevitable questions. But it was appropriate and in context - so it was a good way and good time to answer their questions: about sex or sexual attraction or feelings and behavior.

I think my sons today have a healthy respect for the human body and an amazing tolerance for

diversity - including my own bisexuality, which evidently was even clear to them long before we actually told them.

I can't say that it's all attributable to our being nude together as a family but I think it was a contributing factor or at least just one in a long series of ways of thinking and ways of treating people and being nude that helped them to be open and honest about sexual issues, and not be morally uptight or self-righteous about gender, nudity and human sexual behavior.

They are both heterosexual and over 21-year-old male adults. I am talking about our being nude when they were infants, young boys and into the teenage years. We don't have as much occasion to get naked together these days.

Well... they do mean something.... what more can I say. I'll try.

I was TRYING to support you in the idea that being nude with your sons (or any kids) can be (even should be) something that's very natural and not a cause for alarm. (like some of the hyper-moralistic gay men are suggesting).

BUT .. it does depend on the situation (where you take them and what you 'show' them both physically and your own mental messages to the boys. And it also depends a lot on the boys' (children) own self-understanding and self-acceptance.

Hey, I'm not perfect. The 'idea' of a father and son being sexually involved is a secret fantasy.

I enjoy reading Handjobs

http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/

But it IS just fantasy material - I find I am not attracted at all to my own offspring. However, the thought has crossed my mind often enough about other fathers and their sons.

I think that all boys have at least one time or another (or maybe more than that) had to come to grips with the thought of their father as a sexual being or even an object of some kind of sexual emotions or physical intimacy. But they usually grow out (of it) and grow up (more interested in other things or girls (or guys) their own age before any attraction toward their dad is acted upon. Close to 90% of boys have experience with sexual 'play' with other boys - it's about being a male of the human species.

Fathers are likely to have experienced these same fleeting feelings (and then usually they passed ) and the realization about their sons growing up sexually.

I noticed that the discussion has since about stopped. There was one point that had many people curious. You avoided answering the question about your son's ages.

 In today's climate of "anti-child predator" and all the media hype about child sexual abuse, and Internet child/teen sex / chat rooms etc, I realize you probably don't want to admit much of anything, but you could have said just that it's private or that it's not important to the gist of the discussion. By the way, I would not fault you if you did admit you enjoy being admired by your sons (I don't care what age they are).

Hope you can get what I meant.

Kelly

Father knows best (Part 3)

I rewrote the same story but this time from the father’s perspective because after all, father knows best. by tastywalnut  Dad's story: I remember the first day I realized I was falling for my son. We were on a family vacation by the beach.  I remember being captivated at a what a strapping and handsome man my son was developing into. I didn’t think anything of it but found it difficult to take my eyes away from his beautiful young body. I remember noticing several women on the beach admiring him. That’s’ my boy, I remember thinking proudly. His bathing suit fit him so perfectly I remember thinking he could be a model. I had a camcorder I recently bought and was shooting lots of footage of our extended family. But I made sure to capture as much footage of him frolicking around the beach in his bathing suit as I could. Lucky for me the camera had a very good zoom lens so I capture some great close-ups. We were staying with my wife’s family. After the beach we returned to their house and everyone took turns showering and getting ready. I walked into the bathroom to shower and locked the door. I was about to enter the shower but froze when my eyes caught sight of my son’s bathing suit. I picked it up and my heart started to race. I turned it inside out and felt the soft fabric. Fabric that not long ago had been in contact with my son’s ass, my son’s balls and his cock. My son’s cock. I had sprung a huge aching erection. I mustn’t have these feelings, its my son, I thought. But there was the bathing suite and there were some pubes and my heart was racing. I turned on the shower to cover any noise I might make and jerked off while fondling his bathing suit and thinking about him on the beach. I edited the beach video and removed all extraneous footage so that it featured only my son. This video became my primary beating off material. When I was alone at home I would go to my son’s room and swipe a pair of his used undies. If I was lucky I would get his sweaty underwear from after the gym. I would jerk off while sniffing the undies and watching the video. Then the unexpected happened. My son came out of the closet. This was a shock to me and my wife. It stirred up a lot of feelings in me. If my son was brave enough to come out it was time for me to do the same. So I did and my wife left us. She was hurt and angry but it was difficult for me to believe it was a complete shock for her since our sex life was basically nonexistent. It felt good to finally be out. I dated men and it was fun but I had not stopped longing or my son. If anything my feelings were growing stronger since we were alone at the house. I was insanely jealous of his boyfriends and did my best to scare them away. I had always loved my son but was I falling in love with him? I still loved the video but as luck would have it my son started walking around the house in his underwear or sometimes a jockstrap. I remember one time sitting on the kitchen table as he did the dishes in tight blue briefs. I could not stop staring at his perfect ass. I actually drooled on the kitchen table. My cock felt very constricted in my underwear and pants. At first I thought that he was walking around in his underwear because he felt more uninhibited now that his mom was away. But I started to wonder if something else wasn’t going on. I started to feel like he was putting on a show for me. Or was it just my imagination? One night I came home from work after having drinks with coworkers. I was feeling very relaxed and slightly tipsy. There was my son on the couch in skimpy undies. I stared at his sexy body and my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Was it my imagination or did he have an erection? He caught my eye and I felt flustered. I didn’t know what to say. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. I blurted out. “Because you chase them off” he replied. I became overcome with emotions.“You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize. If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then I stopped. What was I thinking? “Never mind” I said. But he protested and told me that I could do him whatever I wanted. I looked at his crotch. Definitely an erection hiding underneath that fabric. An erection that I desperately want in my mouth. I pounced on him and me started making out. It was so nice to kiss him and taste his mouth. I greedily explored the insides of him mouth with my tongue. My hands finally got to explore the luscious body I had longed for. My mouth finally got to taste my son’s cock. And how nice he tasted. His cock was exquisite. My cock is large and uncut. It’s scary looking. His cock on the other hand was beautiful. Like a work of art. Perfectly sized with a delectably pink head. I stared at the head. His piss slit was accumulating moisture which I happily lapped up with my tongue. We explored each other's body all night. We rubbed our cocks together. Daddy's larger foreskin draped cock rubbing lovingly against son’s cut cock. Funny how much heat you can generate rubbing two sticks together. We certainly were shouldering. I sucked his fingers, his toes, his nipples, his balls and of course his cock. He was very intent on sucking me and I let him have at it. To me my cock was always ugly looking but apparently not to him. He was fixated on it. He nibbled my foreskin and slipped his tongue underneath, savouring his dad’s juices. I lay back an enjoyed the sensations of having my cock enthusiastically sucked on by my loving son. In the morning I awoke first. He was lying on his stomach and I was staring at his perfectly shaped firm young ass and beautiful slightly hairy legs. I started caressing his ass and he woke up. I kissed the sole of his foot and worked my way up his leg, kissing as I went along. I got to his ass and I spread his legs apart. I looked at the beautiful pink hole and kissed it. I felt his body twitch. His ass was covered with soft hair. I covered it with kisses and buried my face in, pushing my tongue into his fresh pink asshole. He moaned and pushed his ass against my face as I jerked my cock and rimmed him. I thought about other things we could do. As if he read my mind he pulled me up and positioned his ass on my cock. He told me he wanted me to be the first. My mind said “YES YES YES YES”, but I didn’t want to rush him. I asked if he was sure and he said he was ready. I know I certainly was. In fact, I was concerned I would not be able to enter him without blowing my load. I worked his asshole with my fingers sliding them inside him as his asshole relaxed. I entered him very slowly. My cock is rather large and I did not want to hurt him so I was very slow and gentle. I felt my cock slide inside him and be enveloped by his warm silky moist insides. I was close to coming so I did not thrust at all but just let my cock rest inside him. There we were father and son bonded together in the most intimate carnal way possible. I kissed and bit his neck and gently moved my cock around inside him. “How do you like it to have daddies cock inside you?” I asked. “Feels so good” he moaned and clenched his cheeks on me. The clenching felt unreal. I puckered my lips and sucked air. He knew the clenching pleased daddy. He continued clenching and moaned “fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy”. I didn’t answer but if I did it would be, “YES YES YES YES”.