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Subject: Looking at My Son Differently Chapter 1 WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome ook. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: fty/ Copyright 2022 Looking at My Son Differently (Chapter 1) My name’s Jack. I’m a 41 year old dad, happily married to my wife and have a good job that gives our family a comfortable life but still lets me spend time at home. I have one son, Ben, who is 17. He’s a good kid. Up until the summer after his sophomore year, he was a shy, short, scrawny little kid that most people confused with a 12 year old boy. He was a stark difference from me. I played sports my whole life, including through college, and still maintained a very fit and muscular physique, running and lifting weights daily. My wife is also athletic, so we were always confused with how Ben was developing, but just chalked it up to skipping a generation in the jock genes. But then something happened that summer. It’s like the testosterone tap opened up. He rapidly grew about 7 inches and started expressing an interest in working out, so I got him a trainer at my gym, and his muscles just exploded. So much so that I had to have a serious conversation with him about whether he had started taking steroids. Turns out he wasn’t, and it was just a much delayed development. The kid couldn’t eat enough and worked out about 3 hours a day. Don’t get me wrong, before this transformation, I loved Ben. He was dedicated to his studies and never got into trouble. But, like most fathers, I had just wished we had more in common to bond over. So when he started turning out to be a jock just like me, I have to admit, I was pretty damn excited, as I had struggled to connect with him before. He even started expressing more of an interest in spending time with me, asking to go to the gym with me, working out meal plans together, and talking about girls, now that his new body started attracting their attention. Over the course of the last year, we became very close and spent a lot of time together. Even the typically awkward conversations about sex, masturbation, girls, etc. were things we freely spoke about without embarrassment, just not in front of his mother of course. I knew he had just become sexually active with his girlfriend of a couple months, because we talked about it. We had a long conversation about respect, consent, what it means to lose his virginity, and I taught him how to use a rubber. He even told me about it afterwards, that’s how close we had become. Ben’s junior year, he walked onto the varsity lacrosse team, and started hanging out with the older varsity team mates. I thought it was good for him to start making more guy friends, since before, he’d been very introverted and hardly ever went out. When they would come over to the house, they thought I was the cool dad, partly because I was younger than all of their dads, and I was definitely more of a jock, so could talk sports and weights with them. I was happy to see Ben forming new friendships with a good group of guys. He was starting to get closer to two of the guys on the team, and they’d frequently crash together at one of their houses, including ours. The thing is, about six months ago, something changed, and I started looking at my son differently. I can even pinpoint the exact moment it happened, and it changed everything… It was labor day weekend, and istanbul travesti we were having a bbq pool party at our house for some family friends and neighbors. It was a hot sunny day, all the kids were in the pool splashing around, including Ben. I was laying on a lounge chair next to my wife sipping on a beer, enjoying seeing all the kids have fun. Ben caught my eye as he slowly walked up the steps out of the pool. He ran his hands across his face and his hair as the water continued dripping down his smooth muscular body. His shoulders and arms had gotten even bigger over the last couple months as he focused on them at the gym. His pecs were perfectly defined, with small nipples that almost pointed down due to the size of his chest. He had a perfect 12-pack abs, with hardly any body fat, flanked by well developed obliques that formed a perfect V drawing the eye to his crotch. He was wearing board shorts that were a little too big for him, so they were riding low, very low, on his hips, so much so that as he got out of the water, they were pulled down and showed just the slightest hint of the top of his pubes, and in the back, the crack of his muscular ass. The water caused the suit to cling to his groin, so much so that I could clearly see the outline of his teenage dick going down the left leg of his suit. As he stood there, dripping wet, in the sun, it was then that I had my first sexual thought about my son. I shook it off to the beer and not having gotten laid in a couple days, which was long for me and my wife. I tried to look away, but kept finding my gaze returning to my scantily clad jock son for the rest of the party. That night, after everyone had left, any my wife had passed out asleep after having too many margaritas, I was in the bathroom and popped a boner when the sight of my son in the pool popped back in my head. I dropped my shorts and jacked off to the thought of him, cumming quickly and heavily into the sink. I licked the remnants of my load off my hand. I’d always liked the taste of my own cum ever since I started jacking off as a kid. But then, laying back in bed, a heavy sense of guilt and shame fell over me that I’d just whacked off thinking about my son. I thought I had put these thoughts to bed until a couple incidents brought them back… A couple weeks later, my brother and his two teenage daughters were staying with us, and they ended up taking over Ben’s bathroom. I was in my bathroom shaving after my shower, still nude, when Ben barged in unannounced. “Hey, dad. The girls are still in my bathroom. Can I take a shower in yours?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before he started shedding his clothes. “Yeah, sure, son,” I replied, still focused on myself in the mirror. But as Ben stripped down fully nude and stepped into the fully see-through glass shower, I caught myself staring at him through the mirror as he lathered himself up. When he got to washing his ass, I had to push my groin against the counter to hide my growing hard-on. I’d seen my son naked hundreds of time, including in the gym locker room, but something about him now, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his athletic body. He finished and stepped out to start drying himself off, facing me. My son had in fact inherited the Anderson family big dick gene. I was about 7.5 inches soft, and my son was about the same, although lacking in some of the girth that I had. I would get about 9 inches when rock hard, so assumed Ben was about the same. As he moved to dry each body part, I couldn’t take my eyes off his swinging dick, as it flopped against each of his muscular thighs. I almost shot my load when he bent down to dry his calves and his ass was fully exposed kadıköy travesti to me. As he stood back up, he smiled at me through the mirror and walked up to the sink, asking if he could use my shaving cream and razor. As we both stood there naked shaving together, I looked over at him with pride, and now lust. I looked over at him, comparing his toned young body to mine. He apparently was doing the same thing. “You think I’ll ever be able to get as jacked as you, dad?” he asked, looking over at me in the mirror. “I do, son. Just look at all your progress in the short time since those balls finally started churning out all that testosterone. You just need to keep at it. I’m really proud of you, son,” I said, complimenting him. “All the guys on the team say I got all my strength and muscles from you and your genes, and they have to work harder because their dads are all fat,” he chuckled. “Well, you can have the best genes in the world, but if you don’t work your ass off, you want see any results,” I responded, wanting to turn this into a teachable moment, but the fact that his teammates were talking about my muscles wasn’t lost on me. “I know, dad. That’s why I’ve been hitting the gym so hard, after I see the results,” he said. “Hey, pops, you sporting a chubby over there?” he joked, seeing the semi-hard-on that was tough to conceal. I looked down, pulling my waist back from the counter, revealing my engorged dick. “Ha, yeah, I guess so. It’s been a few days since your mom took care of this, so guess he’s locked and loaded,” I responded. As I mentioned before, Ben and I were very close and this kind of conversation that might mortify a regular dad and son, was the type of open conversation we frequently had. “I hear ya. I haven’t busted since yesterday. I was gonna rub one out in the shower, but didn’t want to sketch you out,” he said. “Son, like we talked about before, masturbating is nothing to be ashamed of. When I was your age, I used to jack off about three times a day I was so horny.” “Yeah, but probably not in front of your dad.” “Ha, true, but your uncle and I shared a room, and let’s just say that two competitive teenage jocks can even find a way to turn jacking off into a competition,” I said. He perked up, “What do you mean competition?” he asked. “It was stupid,” I said, but continued, “we’d stand on the end of the bed and then see who could shoot the farthest.” “Hahah, nice,” he responded, laughing. “Well, since it seems like we both need to rub one out, you wanna see who’d win?” I paused and looked over at him to see if he was joking or being serious, and I quickly realized he meant it, in a sort of competitive way. “What, too scared your offspring can outshoot you?!” he prodded me. I wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, so I gave in, “Alright, but you don’t get any handicap for your first time. And go lock the bathroom door so your mom doesn’t walk in on us,” I said, already getting almost fully hard, and noticing Ben’s cock was almost there too. “Don’t worry, old man, I’ve hit myself in the eye plenty of times that I know how far this gun can shoot,” he joked, grabbing his dick and pointing it forward like an actual gun. I looked down at his hard cock and I had been correct that he was just as well endowed as me. “Alright, you cocky kid, come stand here next to me. Alright, so the rules are that there is no benefit for speed or volume, it’s all about distance. Got it?” I asked, now shoulder to shoulder with my naked son, our cocks in each of our hands. “Got it, dad,” he said, giddy with excitement this new challenge. We both started jacking our cocks pretty fast and hard. I noticed we both would glance down and each other’s bakırköy travesti dicks while were were stroking. I instinctively reached up with my free hand to pinch my nipple pretty hard. Ben noticed and then tried it on himself. “Oh shit, that feels good. I’ve never tried that before. Guess that’s another thing I inherited from you, dad, other than this,” he said, nodding down to his rock hard dick. Watching my son stroke just inches away from me sent me over the edge, and I was soon shooting streams of cum across the bathroom floor. My farthest landed about three feet in front of us, but I continued to cum gobs which landed right below me. Without thinking, I pulled my hand up and licked the cum off my thumb like I always do. “Shit, dad, you do that too?” Ben said, enthusiastically. “I thought I was weird, but I kind of like the taste of my load after I shoot,” he said, still stroking his dick. “Yeah, son, I can’t help it. And it’s great for protein too, haha.” I realized he was intently focused on my dick as he continued to jack his dick even faster. Just then, I took a chance and reached over and pinched my son’s nipple. That was the first sexually physical contact I’d had with him. This caused him to moan loudly and then start spraying his teenage cum across the bathroom. His first shot sailed past mine and actually hit the bathroom wall, slowly dripping down, while the rest of his load continued to spray all over the bathroom floor. “Fuck, son, impressive! You sure won that round,” I said, patting him on the bare ass as cum continued to drop out of the slit of his cock. He looked up at me triumphantly, as he didn’t get the chance to outdo his dad very often. “So, dad, you didn’t say what the prize was when you and Uncle Barry used to play this game.” “Nah, I shouldn’t,” I said, brushing him off. “Oh come on, just because I win, there’s no prize?! That’s not fair!” “Again, we were stupid competitive jocks back then…So, whoever lost, had to lick the winner’s cum off the bed,” I said. After pausing to process that for a bit, Ben responded, “Well, seems like a fair punishment for the loser in this case.” “Ben, come on. I’m your father. It was just a stupid game we played when we were kids.” “But Uncle Barry was your brother, so it’s still all in the family. I bet it tastes the same as yours anyways,” he continued to press it. “I would have tasted yours if I’d lost.” “Jesus, ok,” I gave in, walking over to the wall, where his jazz was still slowly oozing down the wall. As Ben watched intently, I ran my fingers up the wall, gathering a good gob of his semen. As I took them into my mouth and licked his cum off my fingers, Ben stared at my face for any indication or reaction of how he tasted. “Well, you’re right. It’s not that different than mine. So, are you happy now?” He beamed with excitement at the thought that his jizz was similar to his jock dad. The truth was, his cum was intoxicating, and I immediately craved more. I strained to not give it away with my facial expression, or my dick getting hard again. “Why don’t you go finish getting dressed, and I’ll clean up our mess here, son,” I said, as Ben wrapped a towel around his waist, still showing the outline of his semi-hard dick showing through the terry cloth. He was still smiling and happy at having just beat his dad at a jack-off contest, and walked out forgetting his clothes that he had worn into the bathroom. I stared at his bubble butt ass as it flexed through the towel as we walked away. I don’t think he had any idea the effect he was having on me, and I just wanted more. After he left, I was able to gather some more of his cum from the wall to lick off my fingers, craving his boy seed even more. I grabbed his red briefs that he’d worn in, and used them to swipe up our mixture of cum from the floor, sniffing them and smelling the intense scent of our loads mixed with his adolescent musk. I was going to keep those for later. To be continued…..

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